January 28, 2012
Downies - Round 18
Well... there might've been something that she loved just as much.
That damn Quinn. She couldn't believe he'd invite her over while his pregnant wife slept in the other room. Even though she dreamed up evil, vile deaths that he might suffer as she pounded on the piano, a part of her craved him.
Giving in, she invited him over.
"Don't touch!" she bit out, annoyed that the smallest touch would send such a thrill through her body. "I'm still mad at you, even if I did invite you over."
Quinn pouted. "Well, why did you ask me to come over then?" He was genuinely confused. She'd called him up and asked him to come over right away.
"What do you mean?" he hedged.
Camilla bared her teeth and hissed at him in anger.
Quinn jumped, frightened beyond belief. "For Christ sake! Calm down! Easy!" Placing his hand over his heart, he waited to make sure it was still beating before talking.
Camilla stared in stony silence.
Spreading his arms wide, he broke her heart into little pieces, "You want to know if I'm going to leave my wife for you? No! Of course not! I love her more than anything. And our kids. And that's the truth!"
Camilla should have been used to disappointment by now. But, it still hurt. Turning her back to Quinn, she walked inside and sat at the piano.
Quinn called after her, "You said you wanted the truth!" Then under his breath he mumbled, "Damn women!"
"Only some women," an old voice behind him scoffed.
"You wouldn't!" Regina dared. "You wouldn't have a roof over your head for long!"
"HA" Rebeka scoffed. "As if you have any say in it! Camilla would destroy you first!"
Regina glared at her daughter. "You would speak that way to your own Mother..." she started.
Drake hadn't even said goodbye before he headed away. Leaving the family!
But instead, they played chess quietly, as though getting a feel for each other.
"Lestat" she wrote, "It was fun to play chess with you, as well. Sometimes I feel shy. It's hard to open up. Everyone always wants to talk about my birth parents, or what it was like being in an orphanage. I hate that! And sometimes I feel like my life is just weird...."
Lestat glanced over his shoulder in time to watch Camilla use the joy buzzer on his Mother's lover. Sighing, he turned back to the computer.
She felt a little strange when the gypsy stared at her so intently, as though she knew something she wasn't telling her. "What do you wish for, mademoiselle?" she asked.
Rebeka stared off dreamily into space. "I want to meet my one true love!" she said wistfully.
The gypsy mumbled some words into her crystal ball and...
Ashley fidgeted. "Look, I don't know if I'm ready to date yet."
Camilla waved her hand. "This isn't anything serious! I just wanted to have a good time."
Ashley turned green. "No babies! Why is it that my dates end in babies?!" Shaking his head, he mumbled, "I have to go. Nice to meet you!" then scurried out the front door.
Camilla rubbed her belly, delighted to feel the kicking again. "Strange man."
Rebeka shrugged. "No, but I got to wondering if maybe there was someone else that was my true love? Like, what if there was someone else who just so happened to match me better than him? I wouldn't want to miss him!"
The gypsy scoffed gently, "Oh course not, dear."
Rebeka just shrugged. "I just like meeting new people!"
Camilla groaned as she clutched her belly. "I HATE him!" she cried.
Camilla glared at Regina. "That is none of your concern! The father will not know he has a child. This is my child alone."
Blake rubbed his daughter's back. "Whatever you want. We'll support you no matter what."
Lestat ran up to hold the baby's finger. "What's his name?"
Camilla thought a moment. "Quint. His name is Quint."
Camilla smiled as she handed Quint to her brother. He'd grown up into a responsible teenager without her even noticing it.