Rem had always held Camilla in the highest of respect and regards. It was part of why his father feared her. He knew that is why his father let the chainsmaster treat her in that degrading way. He feared the effect she had always had upon his son. Even before the changing of her happened...she had always been the one to effect his son. No matter what was said or done...the two had been inseperable. He had his own magical powers. True he had found no spells that would in any way allow him to reverse the curse the vampire did to her. Changed his friend...tore her world apart.<br/><br/>When they were younger they had been just two years apart. They found her...and his world found hope. It found a life and a light all its own. No longer relying upon his father for his happiness. His father hadn't minded this...up until he turned fourteen and her sixteen. He had found a spell to keep him from aging once they were the same age. He would stay with her until the end of time. He couldn't use it on anyone save himself. He didn't care if she was a true vampire now. She was his friend as she had been when they were little.<br/><br/>He looks at her and frowned as she arched from his touch. "You are not ugly. You are beautiful. Beautiful beyond all compare." He shrugs at her words of sucking the life from him. "Only way to do that is to push me away until you destroy my life. The only way to destroy my life is to lose you." He counters. Whispering so she alone could still hear but not the damn chainsmaster. He blinked. "Cora? I don't like Cora. I never liked her. She tries to get me out of my pants far too much." He says simply. "You still have a heart...it might not beat anymore but it is still there." He watches her avoiding his gaze. Which is why he tried to meet her gaze each time she moved hers to avoid it.<br/><br/>He honestly didn't like Cora. The damn seductress of death like him but he sure as hell avoided her any and every chance he got. He moved closer to her again. Keeping her close and pulls her into his arms again. Ignoring the protests of the chainsmaster. A fiery look from Rem shot his way had the man finding interest elsewhere. On anything and everything not him.<br/><br/>He looks at her. Whispering into her ear softly. "The bonds of friends shall endeavor through the hardships and trials of time." He quoted something she herself had told him. Said to him as they grew up. Even more so when she turned sixteen. No he was not letting her push him away. Not letting his friend, whom he had always felt such a loving bond with, push him away. He heard his father through the blood he had formed around him. Oh...his son knew many, many little parlor tricks. Many acts that not even his father knew of.<br/><br/>He scowls as the man approached to take Camilla from him. His own eyes narrowed with a raging darkness. No...he would not let this man take her from him. He whispers in her ear. "Do not feed from anyone left alive. I will be your food tonight. I will not allow father to humiliate you...not tonight...not on your birthday." he whispers. Standing up and pulling her up in his arms. Carrying her without the chains and collar out of the carriage. The chainsmaster sputtering as was the other man. He held her close to him.<br/><br/>He looks at the man and his eyes filled with rage. "Tell father WE are coming. Do not stutter and do not disobey my spoken will." He says with authority. He looks at Camilla. "Do whatever else you feel you must but you will not feed from them...if you do not too much." He pleads. He sets her on her feet and pulled her by her arm lightly. Looking at his father. "TIme stop." he casts upon the two horrorfilled victums. He held Camilla to him. "It is her birthday today father...I will not let her drink spoiled goods." He paused. "Thefore she is not feeding from soiled food. In other words she will NOT be feeding from destructive victums. Poisoned I say...both are dying and filled with lack of life. It will kill her versus nourish her. So it is not happening. I can feel the magic that makes up their lives....there is little to none." he says firmly.<br/><br/>His tone filled with that not budging tone his father knew well. Even if there was very few things or times he actually used it. "She can do whatever you will but she does not need nourishment from them." He then waves his hand and the woman's shrill scream ended. He looks at Camilla and hugs her to him. His father KNEW they were good friends. He intended to make sure NO ONE had forgotten this fact. NO ONE...included his old man. He ignored Cora who kept trying to catch his gaze. It just was not happening. He had no interest in his father's favorite of them all.