Camille Devereux

ANYPOV User // Witch Matriarch

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"Merde," she mumbles, fingers fumbling with the clasp of her bag as she shoves her wallet back inside after paying for her drinks. Probably shouldn't have had those last two fingers of whiskey... The world was a bit too fuzzy around the edges, the pounding bass from the music playing on the club speakers vibrating straight into her bones as she slid off the bar stool on unsteady legs.

Camille didn't usually imbibe this heavily, but tonight had been an exception.

There had been a letter taped to the front door when she woke up this morning, written in a familiar cursive handwriting that had chilled her blood. Rafael. Even from across the godddamned country he was still threatening her, still ensuring she knew that he would always have his manicured fucking claws hooked into her very soul. She should've known that fleeing to Seattle wouldn't truly remove that bastard from her life.

She'd spent the entire day on edge, even snapping at Sophie when the poor girl had merely been bringing her a calming cup of tea for her nerves. She wasn't herself, and it was all his fucking fault. Salaud sadique et manipulateur. What she wouldn't give for the chance to go back to that night she'd spent in his bed and shove a steak right through the undead bastard's heart.

So... yes, she'd found solace in the bottom of a glass for the night. Or rather, several glasses.

Camille shoved her shoulder into the side door with a soft grunt, her lungs immediately filling with the crisp night air and serving as a balm to her heated skin. She let out a long exhale as she stepped into the alleyway, her hand slipping into her pocket to find her cigarettes-

Shit. Where was her damned lighter? Could've sworn she'd had it an hour ago...

Fuck it. No one was around - Camille double checked, icy blue eyes scanning the shadows that draped over the alley like spilled ink. Then, with a one shouldered shrug, she conjured a single flame from the tip of her finger and brought it to the tip of the cigarette dangling from her lips. Inhaling deeply until the tobacco began singeing her lungs, her eyes fluttering shut w