"What a bastard. I had a feeling something was wrong and the feeling was right. Who was that guy anyway?"

Camille trembled at the thought of him returning. "He is somebody from my past," she said weakly. "And it seems that my past is coming back to haunt me."

"It seems all pasts come back to haunt. He didn't hurt you too much, did he?"

Camille shook her head. "No," she whispered. "No, not too much. But I was worried he would hurt you too," she said, rubbing her back. "Do you always get feelings like that?"

"I wouldn't mind if he hurt me. It was you I was worried about. And no, I don't get feelings like that often. Actually I think that's the first time."

Camille smiled at him. "I can't tell you how happy I am that you came. I hate to admitt it, but I'm afraid of him. He has been the source of my nightmares since I was a child."

"Well, we all have fears and I will help you face yours. I won't let him hurt you. I'll protect you with everything I have."

Camille got to her feet so she was at level with Kale. "Thank you," she said softly. "But I would rather help you face your fear. I have caused enough trouble today." Camille sighed sadly.

I smiled at her. "You are never trouble."

Camille smiled slightly. "I am trouble, but thank you for saying that." Camille rubbed her neck tiredly. "What a day, eh?" she said, amused.

"Well, I think I am more trouble then you." I laugh a little. "Never a dull moment though."