Camille had not meant to take this moment from Elijah, but she was terrified and everyone had been more focus on protection than on what terror ran through her mind. She was supposed to handle this as an adult yet she ran and had a poison in her hand. Little did she know that that poison wasnât going to end the child, it would end the both of them. But seeing how fearful Elijah was, how could Cami not be scared? If the original vampire could fear something, even with his happiness ever present, Cami knew that this would never end well.
She didnât want to bring a child into the world only to lose it. She didnât want them to know terror and fear as she had known the last few years. She had lost so much, what if she lost the child? At least by doing it this way, she might be able to handle it better. But all the visions, seeing the child, it was as if she couldnât kill her. Her little girl⊠to murder someone so innocent.
It was the fear that scared her, and the desire to keep her. But she didnât know what Elijah wanted, and she couldnât do this on her own. Raising the child, yes, but protecting her? Even she knew that as a human she could only do so much.
For a moment she had been numbed to all the sensations around her but when she felt Elijahâs hand she jumped out of surprise. She looked down at his hand, havenât felt his touch in months. It struck against her heart, causing tears to fall from her eyes unexpectedly as she moved one hand up to brush over her cheeks. âI canât do it, I canât do this to our child. Even if  sheâll always be in danger.â She finally turned to look at him, every inch physically broken from what had happened over the last week. âI saw her Elijah. She looks like you,â Cami said, a half laugh on her lips wit the tears falling on her face.
âShe was playing the violin when she was three, singing with such a beautiful voice. And I was holding her as she slept, so peaceful. And you, you were so happy, holding the little girl as she laughed in your arms. I canât do it, I canât take away her chance.â She spoke, her voice choking and cracked as she moved her hand and placed the poison in his hand, letting him take it.
âI never meant to run, Iâm just⊠Iâm scared.â
Camille held so much in her hands right now. That vial was a symbol of the two of them teetering on the edge. A swift movement & she would knock them one way or another -- yet perhaps the most terrifying part was that he wasn't sure which way would send him plummeting to his doom. Both choices were equally as vague & unknown as the other, & for someone like Elijah, always ten steps ahead, it frightened him in a way he hadn't felt in centuries. So much had become numb to him but here in this car he remembered what true fear felt like. The way his stomach clenched & his heart slammed against his rib-cage so loudly he could barely think.
Because despite not knowing how this would end up, which way would save them the heartache, this selfish part of Elijah wanted this child. A child that would know chaos & destruction & fear, but one that would also know unconditional love, protection & the promise of 'always & forever'. He couldn't promise that she would always be safe but he could promise that anyone who even attempted to bring her or Camille harm would know what true fear was before they died screaming. To Elijah family was everything & this child would be a chance to have the Mikaelson name mean something other than bloodshed & death. She would be light in their darkened lives.
But he couldn't ask Camille to make this sacrifice if she didn't want to. This child was hers as well. Though perhaps she already knew that. This child was theirs. Their daughter. He knew she understood when she looked up into his eyes, tears falling fast down her cheeks as his own welled up. He had seen what the witches showed her, the life they could have, & Elijah's heart had swelled. It was nearly enough to mask the terror that clenched him at the idea of ruining her, being to her what Mikael had been to them. His own father had been no father, so he was he to raise a child?
The selfish side of him held out again though, & took the vial from her as her voice cracked & she choked out an apology.
He was careful as he set the poison down & took her as best he could in his grasp. â I know, â he promised, fingers brushing softly at her hair. â And no matter how frightening this will get I swear to you, Camille, that you & she will have your chance...I will always protect my family first & none will fight harder for our child.
If she even has an ounce of your spirit I know there'll be nothing to fear. She'll be brave & hopeful & kind, & to ask for anything more would be selfish of me... â