15__A drunk Vampire Queen

Her glass was empty again.
Wine was good, Kamilla decided. Had she drunk before this day? Never. Did she know her alcohol tolerance level? Of course not.

Kamilla sighed and reached over for the bottle of red wine from where she sat on a huge, cushiony sofa.
It was pouring outside, the glass all around her flashing from the lightning and thunder.
She’d read somewhere that sipping on wine while deep in thought brought about better understanding. Poise and wisdom with a classy finish.
In her case, there was no such thing. The only thing that would make her understand was if Damon pried open his mouth and said more!

A hiccup had her hand wavering as she lifted the bottle. Turning it, she pushed her mass of hair back to read the label.
Kamilla squinted. It made as little sense to her as what Damon had said about Viktor. Murder. Viktor murdered a human? Kamilla bit her lip. The thought made her so uncomfortable, and worse was it still didn’t explain how Charming came about!

With a shake of her head, Kamilla poured the liquid into her glass and lifted it for closer inspection. It sloshed and swirled about in the glass, looking for its own form, but sadly remaining conformed to the shape given. Kamilla sighed. Great. Now she was turning into a damn poet.

“Can you get drunk?”

Kamilla raised her head. She blinked. “Demetrius.”

He smiled from the doorway and Kamilla didn’t know if she was drunk or not, but the next second, he was on the settee across from hers.

He grinned. “You do get drunk! Wow. You must be more human than Vampire.”

Kamilla smiled. “Well, no, I’m only half.” Demetrius grinned and Kamilla squinted as she looked closer at him. “You. You have such nice eyes. So slanted and sharp.”

Demetrius ran a hand dramatically through the curly mop of hair that fell over his forehead. “Yup. Gets all the ladies.”
Kamilla nodded, blinking slowly. “I bet. Are you Asian maybe? Do Vampires have racial origins? Or is being a Vamp already a race? That means I’m bi-racial.”

Demetrius fought a grin and was about to respond when the glass windows behind Kamilla suddenly slid open letting in a gust of wind and rain.
Kamilla jumped off her seat with a yelp.
“What was that?” she demanded skulking on the floor.
“Oh,” Demetrius said simply. “It’s okay. They’re friends.”

Kamilla peaked over the sofa to watch in utter shock as, one by one, a group of men practically flew in through the window! A window so high in the sky, it was practically outer space, in Kamilla’s current opinion.
She gasped as they landed in the room, their dark coats billowing back in the wind like black wings. Lightning flashed behind them, thunder booming through the room. The scene was that of a classic romantic horror film, if one ever existed.
Kamilla could hardly breathe, she just clutched her bottle to her chest as the men walked towards them.
The last to enter slid the window shut and walked over.
They stood behind her sofa and looked down at her.

“Uh,” said the tallest. “Kamilla, our Queen…?” He frowned questioningly down at her skulking form.
The others nodded and made short bows.

Kamilla flipped her hair out of her face. “Uhm… y-yeah.” She blinked at them as she slowly got off the ground, ignoring Demetrius’ snickering. She didn’t know what he was laughing at.

She looked at the seven men. Hell, these Vampires were handsome.

Demetrius stood and pointed to them from the tallest in the front to the cutest, waving from behind. “Kamilla, this is the Legion. Basically Viktor’s personal army. This is Seth, he’s the leader of the Legion. And these are his brothers, Xavier, Ethan, Fayed, Zen, Vlad, and Syre.”

The men regarded her with adoring eyes and gorgeous smiles, except for one of them who stared darkly at his feet. Kamilla couldn’t help but smile back until it clicked. She frowned and pointed at the tallest.

“Woah, wait… wait a minute. I almost forgot, but… I remember you!” Kamilla huffed and wrapped both arms around her bottle, holding it to her chest as she regarded the Legion. “You’re the guys who kidnapped me.”
Seth flinched. “Ah. Right.”

Vlad raised a dark brow, looking at her from under the wave of black hair that nearly covered his eyes. He was still unsmiling. Yup, thought Kamilla. He was definitely the least jolly one. “It was an order from the King,” he said in a dark rasp of a voice. “And we didn’t ‘kidnap’ you—”

Seth held up a hand, cutting Vlad off. “We give no excuse and will accept any punishment to appease your anger, my Queen.”
Kamilla saw Vlad clench his teeth and smiled, despite herself. “Feisty one, aren’t you?” she said to Vlad. He only shrugged a shoulder as Seth mildly glared at him.

Kamilla grinned and raised her bottle cheerfully. “Well! Have no fear, little Vampies! I’m not angry anymore and have no desire for revenge—”

She hiccupped suddenly as her heart sped. When Kamilla felt flitters in her stomach, she knew it wasn’t just the alcohol.
With a gasp, she tugged at Demetrius’s arm and waved urgently at the Legion. “Hide, hide, he’s coming!”
Demetrius snorted. “Wow, you really get drunk.”

“I’m not drunk! Hide, he’s really coming!”
With a squeak, she squatted down and covered her eyes, her bottle held tightly against her chest.
The eight men looked down at her in amusement.
“Does she think she’s invisible?” Xavier whispered and Seth nudged him into silence, fighting a grin.

“What’s this?”

The men turned to the open doors. Viktor stood there, his body clothed in a pair of snug black pants and a loose black cotton shirt. Kamilla’s mouth would've watered at the sight of his chest above the low neckline. If she hadn’t been playing ostrich.
Viktor tilted his head as he looked at Kamilla, the Queen of Onyx, squatting on the ground with her eyes covered like she was in Birdbox.
He slowly approached, ignoring how his men were barely holding in laughter.
She had a bottle held tightly against her chest.

Viktor sighed. “Kamilla.”
She jumped, the bottle falling out of her arms to land at her feet. Kamilla’s hands flew off her eyes and she gasped, watching as all her precious wine poured out.
“Oh, nooooo!” she whined. “My wine! My lovely wine!”
Viktor opened his mouth to speak, but her gaze sliced up, as sharp as swords, to glare at him. “Look what you did to my wine!”

He stared at her incredulously. To think that the father of this huffing and puffing little creature was the late King’s closest friend. Viktor didn’t understand it.
She glared up at him from her crouched position, green eyes flashing, and her hair tossed and tumbling across her face like a scarlet river. Her cheeks were turning pink again, entrancing him. Viktor swallowed. How was she so damn beautiful?

“Woah,” said Syre, his red-eyed gaze sharpening on Kamilla’s face. “Your cheeks are red. How do you do that?”
Kamilla turned her gaze to him and looked just as closely at him. She blinked slowly. “I’ll tell you… if you tell me how you make your eyes so red. Y-you’re wearing contacts, right?”
Syre grinned sheepishly and half hid behind Vlad. “No. I was born like this.”
Kamilla nodded, sending half her hair over her face. “Yeah, same.”

“Okay, that’s enough!” growled Viktor.

Kamilla giggled but quickly slapped a hand over her mouth.
She jabbed a finger in Viktor's direction and leaned over towards Syre. "He has anger issues," she whispered loud enough for the next Kingdom to hear.

Viktor glared down at her before he strode over and curled a hand around her arm.
“Bedtime,” he murmured, pulling her up and away from the room.
Kamilla groaned, struggling futilely in his firm grip. “Nooo! I want to stay with the handsome Vampies! You! Red eyes! Save me!”
Syre shrugged helplessly and waved her goodnight. Suddenly she couldn’t see them again and Viktor’s chambers surrounded her.
Kamilla looked up at him and heard herself growl as he tugged her away.

He glanced down at her, undisturbed. “Growl at me again and I’ll tell the elders you’re a quarter werewolf and have you sent to a scary wolf pack.”
With a gasp, she blinked at him, weakening in his grip until her knees got so wobbly, Viktor had to hold her against him.
Kamilla pouted, settling her chin on his chest. “You’re so mean. I came all the w-way back here for you, but you want to send me t-to wolves.”
Viktor looked down at her pale face, her pink lips parted in frustration as her green eyes tried to focus on him for long enough to glare. His hand stroked across her pink cheek and ran through her hair, pushing the red mane back.
“Is that so, little one?” he murmured, pulling her closer. “You came back for me?”

Kamilla nodded. “Mm-hmm. Charming said only I can help you. I need to help heal you.”
Viktor tensed. Softly, he tugged on her chin.
“Charming? Kamilla, who’s Charming? Tell me.”
Kamilla sighed and snuggled into Viktor’s shoulder. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew she needed to shut her mouth as Damon warned, but the wine sloshing about in her veins said differently.
“Kamilla?” Viktor said gently. She felt his hand caressing her cheek and sighed in unhidden pleasure.
She slowly opened her eyes.
“Should I tell you?”