Camille walked in her room and planted herself on her bed. She was bored out of her mind and didn't know what to do next.

Camille walked out of the bathroom, drying her hair off. She tightened the tie around her robe and sat on her bed, meditating.

Approaching the door slowly, I began to realize how close I was to finding her. I could smell her from where I stood. I knocked on the door forcefully.

Camille heard the sound of somebody knocking on the door and walked out from her bathroom. She opened the door and her eyes widened in horror when she saw who it was. "Peter," she whispered. "What are you doing here? How did you find me?" she said, backing away from him.

I smirked, letting myself in her room. "Trust me, it wasn't easy finding you. But now that I have, I have some unfinished business to take care of," I said, closing the door behind me.

Camille backed away from him. "What do you want from me? I hid from you because I started a new life; one that doesn't involve you. I became stronger when I didn't work for you," she spat.

A grin spread across my face. "My dear, once you leave us you can't have any other life that doesn't involve us. When you left, you were only a child and I felt pity and remorse towards your leaving us. I didn't kill you because I wanted to see what you would grow up to be," I said, eying her carefully.

Camille began to breathe heavily. "So you came to kill me then?" she said, raising an eyebrow. "If you are, then get it over with." Camille walked back into the bathroom and noticed how pale her skin was becoming. The tank top and the shorts she wore only made her skin seem even more sickly.

My eyes lingered on her as she observed herself in the mirror. "You certainly have sprouted into somebody I would never dream of being angry with," I said under my breath.

Camille turned around to him. "I said if you are going to kill me, do it now," she said firmly. His presence was making her more and more uneasy by the minute.

I ignored her demand and closed the space between us. "You are definitely not that same child I once knew," I said quietly. I pushed a strand of hair from her face. "I didn't think you would turn out this way."

Camille flared her nostrils and pushed his hand away from her face. "You disgust me," she said with contempt. Camille stormed out of the bathroom, shoving Peter into a nearby wall doing so. "You haven't changed at all. You brainwashed me when I was a child into thinking killing people was normal and right. I resent you for that," she said throught clenched teeth.

I regained my balance from being pushed into the wall. "You could have confronted me about it instead of just leaving," I said, my temper flaring. Out of the hundreds of years being alive, no woman has ever denied me. She was different.

Camille chuckled bitterly. "Confront? You mean that you have no problem in killing people for no reason?"

I took a menacing step towards her. "No, I don't. And you use to not feel this way," I said, watching her closely. "Something has happened to you."