60__Sike, motherfucker

Kamilla turned her gaze from Seth to look up at Viktor, her eyes filled with worry.
She saw his jaw clench as he focused on Seth.

“Is that what he said?” Viktor asked, his voice low and tight with a rage Kamilla could feel running though him.

Seth lowered his head. “Give the order, King,” he said. “Rogan is an Elder, but you are King. If you order me to, I will risk my life and bring you his head.”

Viktor’s mouth curved. “No need, Seth. No need. I will deal Rogan myself. If anyone’s going to be ripping his head off, it’ll be me.”
Kamilla lowered her gaze to her hand which lay on Viktor’s chest and felt how tense his body grew beneath her fingers.

“What do I do, King?” asked Seth.

Viktor’s eyes fell closed. “Watch him. Just watch Rogan for now. Don’t allow any of your brothers to confront him or challenge him.” He looked at Seth. “Especially Vlad. If Rogan attempts to leave Onyx, let me know. If he heads for Cassius, follow him. If he calls any meetings with the elders, let me know. If he attempts to harm any more humans or threaten any more Onyx Vamps for his own benefit, I expect you to know and to let me know. Understand?”

Seth bowed. “Yes, my King.” He raised his head and gave a fierce nod. “We will follow your orders.”

Turning on his heel, Seth marched out of the hall, his black coat billowing behind him and his blonde hair bouncing over his forehead.
Kamilla bit her lip and peaked up at Viktor. She tried to slowly remove her hand from his body but Viktor tightly caught it against his chest and looked down at her.
Coming back to himself, he eased his grip and let her hand go.
Kamilla pulled her hands away and held them behind her back as Viktor’s dark glare roamed the room.

“How did he find out?” he muttered darkly to himself. “How the fuck did Rogan find out?!”

Damon came down the stairs, his clothes freshly changed.
He paused, his hand frozen mid-pat over his hair. “What’s going on?”

Kamilla pursed her lips. “Rogan’s started something. He’s telling the Elders that I’m in cahoots with Cassius Vamps. And also… he’s started saying Viktor has multiple personalities.”
“What?!” Damon nearly jumped over the remaining stairs as he rushed over. “What? How did Rogan find out? How the hell did he find out?”

Viktor released a rumble of a growl as he fisted his hands and pressed them against his shut eyes.

Kamilla flinched at the scary sound and inched towards Damon as she felt Viktor’s dangerous energy.
She wrapped a hand around Damon’s arm and he held onto hers as they watched Viktor with wide eyes.
“Uh… Viktor,” Damon said carefully. “It’s not that bad. We can fix this. Just calm d—”

“That witch!” Viktor exploded making them both jump. He turned on them, eyes dark from fury. “You were asking me to trust her?! Huh?! She was never on our side, I can’t *believe* you two fell for her bullshit!”
Damon and Kamilla shared a clueless look before looking back at Viktor.

Damon stepped forward with a frown. “Wait…” He put a hand to his chin. “Oh, shit. Rena’s behind this.” His eyes fell closed. “Sononfa…”

Viktor smiled in a frightening way and gave them two sharp claps. “Congratulations. You’ve fucked us over!”

Kamilla watched them with a frown and shook her head. “No… no way. I don’t think Rena would do that. She doesn’t want to help Rogan any more, she needs our help to get away from—”
“Bullshit!” said Viktor. “Absolute *bollocks*! She’s a witch! An enchantress! It’s her specialty to make you believe her, make you want to help her and to love her. Don’t you know this by now, Kamilla?”
Kamilla sighed. “I know, but listen to me! Rena is different! She’s desperate, guys—”

“Kamilla,” said Damon with a shake of his head. “Give it up. We got played.”

Kamilla released a heavy breath and put a hand over her eyes. “I really, really… *really* don’t think she did it.”

“Who else could have then?” Damon demanded. “Who else could be working for Rogan?”

Kamilla shrugged both shoulders and shook her head. “What if Rogan figured it out on his own? He overheard mine and Charming’s conversation the day before the royal ball! Both of you have seen Charming and you know he’s extremely different from Viktor. Rogan saw that! That’s why he brought Rena to the ball to look into Viktor!”
“Rogan…” growled Viktor. “Would *never* imagine such a thing all by himself! Split personalities are not something that Vampires get once in a while, Kamilla. It doesn’t happen!” He shook his head with a bitter laugh. “I couldn’t even have imagined it if it wasn’t in *my* head!”

“Someone told him for sure,” said Damon with a nod. “Who could it be, if not Rena?”

Kamilla sighed and rested her hands on her hips. Vampires were the most stubborn of all creations.
The doors to the hall opened and Demetrius poked his head in. “Oh! There you all are.”
He quickly came over to them, his demeanour tense.
Kamilla frowned. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

He nodded then shook his head, looking utterly confused. “Yeah, I’m not sure… I just got back from Xavier’s and found the Elders gathered in the courtyard. They looked quite angry and very disrespectfully demanded to see Viktor! What’s going on?”

“Oh, God, no,” said Kamilla. “Already?” She looked at Viktor in mild panic.

“Where are they?” Viktor asked calmly, his eyes narrowed.

Demetrius pointed behind him. “Still outside. There’s no way I was going to allow them in when they were being so belligerent.”

Viktor nodded. “Good.” His mouth suddenly curved up in a smirk. “Rogan’s going all out now. He’s really started a war. Let’s play dirty then.” He looked at Demetrius. “Bring them to the castle meeting hall.”

With a nod, Demetrius turned to leave.
“Wait for me!” called Kamilla and went with him.

Damon looked at Viktor as they headed for the meeting room. “What are you planning?”
Viktor shrugged and rubbed at his throbbing temple. “To deal with Rogan’s bullshit. As usual.”
*********************

Kamilla and Demetrius walked ahead of the muttering Elders, leading them to the meeting room.

They halted when, right before the meeting hall door, Rogan suddenly overtook them and gripped the handles himself, turning to the other elders with flourish.
“Witness for yourselves how the so-called King of Onyx lives in a state unworthy of his title,” he told the Elders with glaring eyes.

Kamilla’s fists clenched in anger as she stared at Rogan. Smirking at her, he pushed the doors open and stormed in the room.
Kamilla and Demetrius hurriedly followed, the group of Elders behind them.
Rogan came to a stop at one end of the long table, staring at Viktor who sat on the other end.

Kamilla looked at Viktor with worry, but when she looked at Damon, her heart flat out froze.
The downcast expression on Damon’s face as he stood blankly staring at Viktor had her heart clenching. What was wrong?

Kamilla looked back at Viktor, going closer to him than Rogan had. Viktor looked at her as she approached and smiled. Kamilla stopped in her tracks. Oh, God, no. This couldn’t be happening. Not now.

“There he is!” said Rogan with a clap of his hands. “The King… of Onyx.”

Kamilla bit her lip hard as Charming grinned at the elders. “Pardon me, gentlemen. Are we having a tea party?”

Closing her eyes, Kamilla lowered her head, her heart racing as she desperately prayed for this to not be happening. This couldn’t be happening!
The Elders approached, staring at Charming like he was a creature from another universe.

“What is the meaning of this, Viktor?!” demanded Vernon, looking positively shocked out of his mind.

Charming blinked at them. “Viktor? Forgive me, but I’m Prince Charming.”

Rogan threw his head back and laughed, clapping his hands loudly. He waved a hand at Charming. “Look at him! This is who you call your King!”
Kamilla glared at Rogan, fighting to resist the urge to rip his face to shreds.

Charming suddenly stood and clapped his hands loudly. “Alright, soldiers, get in line!”
Kamilla’s eyes nearly fell out of her sockets. What in the hell was Charming suddenly doing?!

“I’m General Buttons and I order you to get in line! World War II is on the way and it ain’t gonna be a joke!” he yelled.
Kamilla’s mouth fell open. General *Buttons*??!! What the fuck was happening?!

Rogan put a hand over his mouth. “Well, fuck! There’s more than two of them!” he exclaimed with a rumble of laughter as the Vampire Elders looked more and more frightened by the second.
Kamilla watched in utter confusion as General Buttons sighed and dropped back into the chair. Lazily throwing one leg over the arm of the chair, he crooked a finger at Kamilla.
“Come here, Charlemagne!” he said in a deep voice “Get me my microphone. The crowds screaming for Elvis tonight! They love me.”

Rogan shook his head, eyes filled with triumph and excitement. He turned to the Elders with arms held out. “Oh, our dear little Viktor,” he said with a nod. “As you’ve all seen, the Vampire King is in a state that will make Onyx a laughing stock—”

Viktor’s booming laughter filled the room, drowning out Rogan’s voice.
Stopping his speech, Rogan looked at Viktor and found him leaning back in his chair, chest shaking with laughter.

“Oh, damn…” muttered Viktor before another wave of laughter hit him and he couldn’t speak. “You should all… you should all see your faces!”

Kamilla stared with wide eyes as Viktor held a fist to his mouth, laughing louder than she’d ever heard him. When she saw Damon’s mouth twitch, she gasped. These jerks! Kamilla’s mouth curved in a relieved grin. She’d nearly died of worry.
The Elders looked at one another in confusion.

Rogan’s face darkened. “You—”

“What?” demanded Viktor, quickly going from laughter to a growl. “Isn’t that what you expected? With your ridiculous rumors! I had to at least give you a show.” Kamilla watched as Viktor’s face darkened. “Give me a reason why I shouldn’t kill you where you stand, Rogan. Just *one* reason.”

Rogan looked about in a mild panic, before pointing at Viktor. “You… that was acting? That wasn’t an illness?”

Viktor’s mouth curved in a grin as sharp and sinister as the Devil's. “Sike, motherfucker."