Charlotte. Stubborn, Brave, intelligent. A young witch fighting to stop Dracula. Partner to Jonathan Morris, wielder of the Holy whip.
"But who is she to me?" Jonathan sighed. "I'm sort of glad she's not here right now. Then I'd probably be more of a danger than a partner." It was one of the rare times that they two had taken a rest, exhausted from the castle. They slept in the safety of Wind's room, sometimes Vincent's. But right now, sleep did not come to him. So the boy left Charlotte sleeping and attempted to scout the castle out.
Charlotte. God, she was beautiful. Her skin was pale but still a healthy shade. Her light chocolate hair, her sapphire eyes, the movement of her body. All of this made Jonathan go crazy whenever he was around her.
"But I've known her forever! She's like a kid sister to me! How can I be falling for her?" Jonathan agonized over his feelings for his partner, confused and troubled.
A flutter of wings startled him, blurring as he spun around to face the source. Charlotte stood there, having morphed back from owl form. She looked drowsy, rubbing her eyes as she looked at her partner. "Where are-," a huge yawn interrupted before she could finish. "Where are you going, Jonathan? You're not leaving, are you?
At this, the blonde's heart melted. She looked so small and fragile, not to mention she was still half-asleep. "Oh, Char. Of course I'm not leaving." Jonathan walked over to her, brushing her hair back from her ashen face. "Why would you think that?"
The girl looked at him sadly before turning away. "I…I had a dream. More of a nightmare but… You left me and went to Stella," She was crying now, something very rare for her. He put his arms around her and leaned back against the stone wall. "You…You turned into one of them, A... a vampire. You were a vampire and I couldn't do anything!" She was sobbing against his arms, her face buried in his coat.
Jonathan simply held her, watching her with deepening concern. "Oh, Charlotte…" he murmured. A chill passed through him. 'She's scared. She's really truly terrified of losing me. The battle with Astarte and Stella must have really shaken her if she's like this.'
"Charlotte," the blonde boy whispered, stroking her silky mane. "Char, I would never leave you. Okay? I would never leave you. It's alright, Charlotte." He kept reassuring the girl until she had clamed down enough to speak clearly.
Her voice quarvered as she turned to look him in the face. "Jonanthan? Promise me you won't leave me. Please?" Her blue eyes pleaded with him as she spoke. The boy smiled warmly at her. "I'll never leave you Charlotte. I promise."
Afterwards, Jonathan realizes he just witnessed a super rare thing. Charlotte never did things like that, except maybe once in a while when she was younger.