Hello :D I'm back lol.
Just a little recap. No Turning Back loosely followed season 2 but started following the episodes more closely near the end. I own nothing but several characters I have created. My main character Charlie Dubois is a vampire turned in 1764. She is the girlfriend of Damon Salvatore. She has recently found out that Elijah is her biological father, making her part original and literally immortal. Only a bite from a now hybrid Klaus can kill her.
Here we go :D
Chapter 1
It had been several months since Stefan had left town with Klaus. It was now summer and despite everything they had to deal with, Charlie and Damon wanted their relationship to work.
It was early morning and Damon and Charlie were taking a bath together. Charlie was sat in front of him, their legs tangled together as Damon absentmindedly traced patterns up and down her spine.
Turning around to face him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed the skin just above his collarbone. "I know you're going to hate me but I need to get out. Caroline wants me to meet her in town soon. She needs help choosing an outfit for Elena's party tonight."
Damon held onto her. "Blondie can find her own dress. You're staying right here with me," he breathed, kissing down her shoulder. "I'm not letting you go."
Charlie pulled away from him, though the feel of his lips against her bare skin made it extremely difficult to do so. "I have to. Caroline also needs me to pick up the cake."
Damon frowned at her. "So you're doing all this hard work for Elena's party and you're seriously not going to tell them it's your birthday too?"
"No. And you're not going to either. Otherwise I'll have to kill you," she said with a slight smirk.
She attempted to stand up but Damon grabbed her wrist pulling her back down into the bathtub. Water sloshed over the sides and onto the floor.
"Damon," she glared. "You're making a mess."
"Charlie," he mocked. "I don't care."
"I need to go, Damon." She pulled away from his grip again. "Don't be so immature."
"Wow, somebody's in a bad mood this morning. I know what will change that," he smirked as he ran his fingertips across her thigh.
She slapped his hand away from her leg. "Don't, Damon."
"Okay, grumpy. Tell me what's wrong."
"I'm fine," she huffed.
"No, you're not." He pulled her towards him and gently kissed her mouth.
She smiled slightly against his lips; she had no willpower when he kissed her.
"Just tell them it's your birthday, Charlotte," he said as he pulled back to look at her.
"No. It's Elena's day. Not mine. She needs it. Plus, I'm 262 today. After two and a half centuries I'm a little bored of never officially turning seventeen." She got out of the tub and wrapped a white towel around herself. "It's just a reminder that I'm never going to get any older, I'll always be sixteen."
Damon sighed and got out of the tub too, water and bubbles dripping from his body. "So your bad mood, which you're taking out on me, by the way, is because you're sick of being eternally young and beautiful," he mocked.
She walked back into Damon's bedroom. "You just don't get it, Damon. But I don't expect you to. Not all of us are as happy being dead as you are and that's okay."
Hiding behind the towel, she pulled on a black bra and matching underwear as Damon followed her into the bedroom.
"Besides, it's not just that. Don't you think it's a little weird that me, Elena and Katherine were all born on the same day? That can't be a coincidence, Damon. Anyway, I don't want to worry Elena. She has enough to deal with," she said as she towel dried her hair.
Damon walked up behind her. "Of course I think that's weird. But I wouldn't read too much into it. It's not that surprising really. You all play a part in Klaus' curse and are linked to The Originals in some way. So, let's not think about it right now."
She tossed the towel onto the bed. "I guess you're right," she mused as she ran her fingers through her damp red curls.
"Of course I'm right. I'm always right," he said with a smug smile. "Anyway, today is your day. Let's just celebrate your birthday and forget about everything and everyone else."
"I told you, Damon. I don't want to celebrate. I'm doing this for Elena, not me," she said firmly.
Charlie turned around and burst into giggles. He was standing completely naked. Water was dripping down his perfect body. She couldn't take her eyes off him.
"Like what you see?" he smirked.
"Not at all," she laughed. "I don't encourage a man who has such a big ego."
"Liar," Damon teased. "You want me." He stepped closer to her. "Admit it."
"You're dripping water everywhere, Damon," she said, avoiding his question.
"So?" he said as he leaned towards her.
"So clean it up," she said, pushing him back with her hand against his bare chest. She let her fingers linger on his skin for a few seconds longer.
Just as she took her hand away Damon grabbed it and pulled her even closer to him. "I want you," he whispered.
"I have an idea," she giggled. "Come get me." She instantly disappeared from the room.
Damon smirked. "Seriously, how old are we?" But he grabbed the towel from the bed, wrapping it around himself and raced after her.
He ran into the living room and stopped. "I heard you come in here," he said as he walked around the room.
"Did you really?" she taunted from somewhere behind him.
Damon laughed. "You may be older and faster than me but I'm better at these games than you, Charlotte."
"Is that so?" she mocked. She ran past Damon so fast she was gone again in less than a second. "So, you ready for some fun, Damon?"
"Show me what you've got."
"Are you sure you can handle it?" she giggled.
He raised an eyebrow. "I think that is my question to ask, Miss Dubois."
"Really?"
"Really," he smirked.
"Well then, bring it on."
Suddenly, she shoved him against the wall. She kissed his lips, hard. Then she travelled lower to his neck, collarbone, chest...
Damon pulled her to him kissing her passionately. His lips moulded to hers perfectly. They moved in sync for several moments, before Damon's tongue trailed her lips begging for entrance.
Which she allowed.
They fought for dominance, as they made out in the middle of the living room.
She suddenly yanked away his towel. "Oops," she giggled.
"Oh, my God," a female voice whispered.
They both turned to find Elena standing in the doorway.
"Elena," Charlie breathed, totally mortified.
Damon just smirked at her and Charlie slapped his arm.
"I'm so sorry," Elena said and she quickly turned away from them. "I should have called first."
Charlie picked up Damon's towel and tossed it at him. She saw one of Damon's shirts lying on the chair in front of her; she grabbed it and pulled it over her head.
"You should have, but you're here now so don't worry about it," Charlie said with no emotion.
"I'm so sorry," Elena repeated, feeling embarrassed.
"No harm done, Elena," Charlie said, yet she was a little annoyed Elena had turned up once again with no warning. Since Stefan had left with Klaus, she'd being doing this a lot. Charlie and Damon barely had anytime alone together.
Elena turned back around but still kept one hand over her eyes.
Charlie rolled her eyes. "We're all good, she said once Damon had put his towel back on.
Elena peeked between her fingers just to make sure he was covered up before dropping her hand from her eyes.
Her face became serious as she pulled a note out of her bag. "Sheriff Forbes gave us another location to check." She paused for a second. "Memphis."
"Another dead end you mean," Damon mocked, taking the piece of paper. He looked at it for a second before showing it to Charlie.
"You don't know that," Elena said defensively.
Damon walked right up to her. "You're right, Elena. This could be the one. After almost two months this could be the one clue that tells us Stefan is alive and well and living in Graceland."
Elena grabbed the note back. "Fine. I'll go by myself then," she said as she started to walk away.
Damon was instantly in front of her. He took the paper back. "And let Klaus know that you're tracking him? He thinks you're dead, Elena. Let's keep it that way," he said harshly.
Charlie walked in between Damon and Elena. She glared at him. "Don't be so hard on her Damon. She just wants to find the man she loves. I can relate to that," she said smirking slightly.
"It's a new lead, Damon. We haven't had one in a while," Elena said pleading with him.
Damon continued to stare at them, torn about what he should do. He did want to find his brother but he didn't want to put Charlie and Elena in anymore danger. Finding Stefan most probably meant finding Klaus too. He also had no idea how far gone Stefan would be if they did manage to track him down.
Charlie gently touched his arm. "We owe it to Stefan to find him, Damon," she said softly. She turned directly to Elena. "Don't worry. Me and Damon will check it out later. But Damon is right about Klaus, he can't know you're alive. You can't come with us."
Damon sighed, knowing the girls were right. Stefan was his brother after all. "Okay. Me and Charlie will go. If we find anything, we'll call you," Damon told her.
"But..." Elena trailed off. Damon had already walked away.
Charlie gave Elena an apologetic smile. "I'll see you at the party later," she said and she followed Damon leaving Elena alone.
She walked into Damon's room and seconds later heard the front door close as Elena left.
Damon was standing at his open closet; he was clearly concentrating on something. They'd been hiding everything they'd found on Stefan from Elena here.
Charlie went up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. "You okay?" she asked, kissing his bare shoulder.
"I just don't understand why they've moved on to Tennessee," he mused to himself.
Charlie let go of his waist and stood beside him, her eyes scanning across the maps and newspaper clippings relating to Stefan and Klaus. "That Florida victim we had Andie look into had family in Tennessee," she replied after a few moments.
"Which one, the Pensacola guy?" Damon asked.
She nodded. "That's the one. Andie gave me the address too."
"Okay, guess that's where we're going then." He heading over to the desk, grabbing the half-empty bottle of scotch he'd left there the night before and took a swig.
"Yeah. Who would have thought that your stupid human would turn out to be useful for us," she joked, but it was obvious she was still a little hurt by Damon's betrayal.
Damon sighed and put the bottle down. "Charlotte, we don't have to use Andie. We can compel any human if her being around makes you uncomfortable."
She shook her head. "No. That was just me being stupid. I don't care about her anymore. I almost lost you to a werewolf bite; this is a new start for you and me. All of that is in the past." She walked towards him and kissed him lightly.
"Good," he smiled. "I want this to be a new start for us too."
"Besides, I compelled her to forget everything. She doesn't remember any of the time she spent with you or me biting her," she said with a small smirk.
Damon ran his hands up and down her arms. "So you're okay?"
"I am," she reassured him. "We need her. She's a reporter, she can get the information we need without looking too suspicious. We have to keep Klaus off our trail; he's not going to take much notice of some stupid human."
Damon nodded. "So you up for a road trip then? I'll let you call shotgun," he smirked. "I'm good at multitasking in the car... driving and talking, driving and eating... driving and making out."
She rolled her blue eyes at him. "Sorry, no can do. Have to help out with Elena's party. But I think Alaric might be up for that last one with you," she teased.
"You're hilarious," he said sarcastically.
"I know," she said, sticking out her tongue like a little kid.
Damon walked up to her and gave her a peck on the lips. "I love you," he smiled. "Even when you're a smartass."
"I love you too. Even when you're a dick," she smirked.
Damon laughed lightly before kissing her once more and heading to the bathroom.
After Damon had left with Alaric, Charlie continued getting dressed. She stood in front of the full length mirror examining her appearance.
She wore a high-waisted black miniskirt with a red tank top and black gladiator sandals. Her scarlet curls were loose and natural, her eyes rimmed with black and her lips red. Charlie loved dressing for summer weather.
She grabbed her phone and car keys and left the house.
She picked up the birthday cake and then headed to The Grill to meet up with Caroline. She knew she was a little late but she didn't really care.
"Am I the only one with a watch in this town?" Caroline joked.
"Well, we can't all be perfect, Caroline," she laughed. "But you can't be completely mad at me 'cause I do have the cake," she smiled. "It's in my car."
"Awesome," Caroline grinned. "Well, at least you're here. I'm pretty sure Tyler ditched us."
Charlie rolled her blue eyes. "He's barely ten minutes late, Caroline. We're just meeting for lunch," she said, taking a seat at a table.
Caroline sighed, sitting opposite to her. "I know. It's just..." she trailed off.
"Just what?"
She shook her head. "Doesn't matter. I heard Damon and Alaric are checking out a Stefan lead today," she said, changing the subject.
Charlie raised a brow. "They are but don't avoid my question. You clearly like Tyler, Care. And it's obvious he likes you. Why can't you both just admit it?"
"And why can't you admit that Elena is preventing you and Damon from having a normal relationship?" she said defensively.
"What are you talking about?"
"I know we all want Stefan back but Elena is always there. You guys are never alone."
"Me and Damon are fine." Charlie shrugged. "She's lost everything, Caroline, and she's my friend. I have to help her get Stefan back."
Caroline paused for several moments. "I know that, she's my friend too. I want her to be happy again. But I'm looking out for you too."
Charlie raised a confused brow. "I don't understand."
"Look, I know Damon loves you and I believe he won't hurt you again but just be careful. Before you returned to Mystic Falls, there was something between him and Elena."
Charlie sighed. "Elena and Damon spending time together... it's harmless. I'm okay with it."
"I don't believe you, Charlie. You care, just admit it. It may be harmless now but Stefan is gone... What if their friendship becomes more? I'm just saying maybe you should mention something to Damon before it's too late."
"And say what? That I'm worried about his friendship with Elena. I'll just sound like a jealous controlling girlfriend."
Caroline sighed. "No you won't. You have every right to be worried. He did cheat on you before with Andie; it's only natural for you to doubt him."
She shook her head. "But I don't doubt him, Caroline. He's sorry for that and I trust him. Elena wouldn't do anything either. She wouldn't hurt me and she loves Stefan."
"Okay," she said, unconvinced.
Charlie then noticed Tyler heading towards them. "Don't mention it again. Tyler's here," she whispered to Caroline before smiling up at Tyler.
"Hey, guys," he said, sitting beside them.
"Hey, Tyler," Caroline grinned.
Charlie smiled to herself; it was so obvious Caroline liked him.
"Something's up with your mother," Caroline said to Tyler.
Tyler raised a brow. "Like what?"
"When I was over yesterday she just kept eyeing me."
Charlie laughed and Caroline glared at her.
"Hey, guys," Jeremy smiled, heading over to their table. He'd been working at The Grill over the summer.
"Did Matt make you switch sections?" Caroline asked.
Jeremy just shrugged his shoulders. He looked directly at Charlie and smirked.
Caroline sighed. "Matt thinks we're dating."
"So does my mother," Tyler added.
"What?" Caroline laughed.
"We're together all the time, it's not a leap."
"That's crazy," Caroline said.
"Right."
"Not that crazy," Charlie said under her breath but she knew Caroline heard her.
Jeremy laughed a little too. And Caroline shot him and Charlie a warning look.
Charlie was about to speak when her phone rang. She pulled it out of her pocket and saw Damon's name on the screen. "Um, excuse me," she said, heading to her car to answer it.
"Hello."
"Charlie, are you alone?" Damon asked.
"Yeah. What's wrong?"
"Stefan has definitely been to that house in Tennessee."
"You sure?"
"Uh huh. He's in full ripper mode. The bodies... definitely his signature. I've covered his tracks... but maybe it's too late to help him."
Charlie sighed. "Don't say that, we'll help him... we have to."
Damon remained silent a few moments before answering. "Okay. I know I owe him. You're right, it's too early to give up on him."
"Good. So what are you doing now? Can't be late to Elena's party," she said, trying to lighten the mood.
"Don't worry; me and Ric are heading back now. Love you, Charlotte."
"Love you too," she said, before hanging up.
While Elena, Caroline and Tyler continued to prepare for the party, Charlie headed upstairs to get ready. She locked herself in Damon's room, glad to have some time alone. A part of her still wished her friends knew it was her birthday too, but she wanted tonight to be about Elena.
Once dressed, she examined herself in the mirror. She'd decided on a green strapless mini dress. She knew Damon loved the colour on her. She curled her red hair and applied some simple makeup.
She looked down at her dress making sure it was straight. When she looked back up at the mirror, she saw Damon leaning against the doorframe in the reflection.
His face held his signature smirk. "Nice dress," he said.
Charlie smiled, examining her outfit again. "Thanks." She turned her head and looked at him. He was wearing a dark blue shirt and black jeans. "You look nice too."
He just nodded. "I got you something," he said. "And I have to thank you for wearing green; it will go perfect with your dress."
Charlie sighed. "Damon you didn't have to. I don't even want people to know it's my birthday. I certainly don't want presents."
"I know." He walked up to her and dug a small box out of his back pocket. "But don't panic, I didn't buy it... well not recently anyway."
She raised a confused brow.
He smirked a little at her expression. "I bought you this a very long time ago."
He held the little box right in front of her face and opened it. Inside was a beautiful dark green pendant. The same pendant he'd gave her in 1863, the day he'd returned home from the army.
Charlie smiled brightly. "Oh, my God," she whispered as tears started to form in her eyes. "You kept this for almost 150 years," she said as she took the necklace from the box and looked at it in her hand. She ran her fingers across the beautiful green stone.
He shrugged, a little embarrassed. "I kept it in the hope I would find you again someday."
She looked up at him a smiled. "Well, you found me and you're not going to lose me again."
Damon smiled back at her. "Let me put it on for you."
She nodded and passed him the necklace. She turned around and lifted her hair out of the way as Damon wrapped the chain around her neck.
He kissed the top of her shoulder. "Perfect."
She turned back around and gently kissed his lips. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," he smirked. "Now, shall we?" he asked as he held out his arm.
Charlie took his arm and they headed downstairs through the packed hallway.
"Happy Birthday, Charlie," several people said to her.
She raised a brow annoyed. "How do people know it's my birthday?" she whispered to Damon.
He just shrugged and continued through the crowds of people. They walked into the living room and the place was so packed with people they couldn't even see the floor.
Caroline came running over to them with a huge smile on her face. "You like?" she asked.
"It's just a party, Caroline," Charlie laughed a little. "Though, I think it might be a bit too much for Elena."
"I know but the party wasn't just for her..." Caroline trailed off seeing Charlie frown slightly.
"Caroline, do you know why people are saying happy birthday to me?" she questioned, crossing her arms over her chest.
"I might have overheard you and Damon talking the other day... I didn't mean to go behind your back but you're our friend too, we wanted to celebrate your birthday."
She raised a brow. "Our? So you told Elena and the others?"
"I'm sorry. But you deserve tonight just as much as Elena does," Caroline smiled.
Charlie sighed, there was no point being mad at her friend. "Okay, I forgive you." She held out her arm. "Now, let's party."
Caroline grinned and took her arm as they disappeared into the crowd. They spotted Elena and headed over to her.
"Hey, Elena," Charlie said. "You okay?"
"Hey. I'm okay, I guess." She paused a moment. "Happy birthday, Charlie. I know you didn't want anyone to know and you were worried about me but I'm fine. It's not that surprising, you are Elijah's daughter and connected to Klaus' curse too. I want you to enjoy tonight too. "
Charlie smiled. "Thank you. Happy birthday to you too."
Caroline then noticed Charlie's necklace. "Wow. That looks vintage. I love it."
Charlie nodded, touching the green stone. "Thanks. It is. Damon gave me this in 1863. He's kept it all these years."
"That is so romantic," Caroline sighed.
She smiled and gently touched Caroline's arm. "Well, I'm going to find Damon. See you in a bit," she said to her and Elena, before heading outside.
Damon and Alaric were sitting on the back porch, sharing a bottle of scotch.
"I am every parent's worst nightmare. I'm the chaperon teacher from hell," Alaric groaned.
"I love high school parties," Damon smirked as he saw Charlie heading towards him.
Alaric just shook his head and took a sip of his drink.
"Hello, birthday girl," Damon smiled.
"Drink," Charlie said grabbing his glass of scotch and taking a big gulp. "I may be an eternal teenager but I am far too old for these teen parties," she laughed.
Damon's smirk widened. "Well, trust me. You don't look too old. You're the hottest girl here."
She rolled her eyes at him and downed the end of his drink.
Damon's phone then vibrated. He pulled it out of his pocket and groaned. "Andie is stuck at work. Wants me to pick her up."
Charlie took the phone from his hand and read the text. "She's so annoying." She sighed. "But fine. I'll come with you."
"You're not leaving your own party, Charlie," Damon said.
"I don't want to be here anyway. Besides, I still don't trust her to be with you alone."
Alaric looked at them both with an amused smile. "This is such a weird situation."
"Well, it's a complicated dynamic," Damon joked. "We need a human to do our dirty work and Andie being a reporter makes her useful."
Damon's phone beeped again.
"Andie again?" Alaric asked.
"Hold the fort down, will you?" Damon said getting up.
"You mean the fort full of my drunk history students?" Alaric said with a raised eyebrow.
"Drink more. You'll feel less weird," Damon smirked, taking Charlie's hand and heading towards his car.
Damon and Charlie walked into the dark news studio.
"Andie?" he shouted.
Damon's phone then started to ring. It was Elena. He sighed and handed the phone to Charlie not wanting to deal with her.
"Hey, Elena," she answered.
"Charlie, where are you and Damon? I can't find either of you."
"We're still outside," she lied.
"No you're not. I've just been out there. Don't lie to me." She paused a moment. "I saw Damon's closet."
Charlie looked at Damon, knowing he'd heard.
He grabbed the phone from Charlie's hand. "Oh... Oh, I gotta go break up beer pong. Bye, Elena," he said, quickly hanging up before she could reply.
They continued through the studio and found a purse on the floor. Damon bent down to take a closer look. "It's Andie's," he confirmed.
Charlie saw a figure in the shadows and took a small step towards them. Her eyes went wide. "Damon. It's him," she whispered.
Damon got to his feet, and protectively stood in front of her. "Stefan," he glared.
"Hello, Brother," Stefan said with a dark smile.
"You don't write, you don't call," Damon mocked.
Stefan crossed his arms over his chest. "Need you two to stop following me. Causing some problems."
"With who? Klaus? Are we supposed to care what he thinks?" he scoffed.
"What you're supposed to do is let me go."
Charlie looked from one brother to the other, not sure what she should do.
"Saw your latest artwork in Tennessee. Walking a fine line there, my friend. Keep that up and there will be no saving you," Damon stated.
Stefan's dark expression didn't falter. "See the thing is, I don't need saving. I just want you to let me go."
"Nah, we've got a birthday girl at home that's not gonna let us do that."
Stefan nodded. "You know, maybe I haven't made my point." He smirked. "Hey, Andie you still there?"
"Andie?" Damon asked with a raised brow.
"What have you done with her?" Charlie demanded.
Stefan looked up to the ceiling with a dark laugh. They followed his gaze and saw Andie standing up on a high ledge.
"Damon? Charlie? I can't move. He told me that I can't move," she said, fear in her voice.
"It's okay, Andie," Charlie said reassuringly. "Let her go, Stefan," she said, glaring at him.
"Why do you care what happens to her, Charlotte?" he mocked. "Thought you would be glad to get rid of her."
She shook her head. "She doesn't deserve this."
"This is not cool, brother," Damon added.
"Aw, come on! It's a little bit cool. Huh?" Stefan smirked. "Hey, Andie. You can move now."
"No!" they shouted together.
In seconds, Stefan snapped Charlie's neck and grabbed Damon pushing him against the wall so neither of them could save Andie. Her body fell rapidly to the ground with a bang.
Stefan then grabbed Damon by the throat. "I said let me go!" he shouted into his face. A dark smile crept across his lips. "Another tip, brother, tell Charlotte to be careful. Klaus mentioned he may need her soon."
Damon let out a growl and Stefan just laughed.
He loosened his grip on his neck and Damon ran over to Andie. Her body was lifeless, her face bruised badly from the fall. She was dead.
He looked around but Stefan was already gone.
Damon let out a deep breath before picking up Charlie's tiny frame. He left the building without looking back.
Damon walked up the stairs to his bedroom with Charlie's body still in his arms. A few tears had formed in his eyes, though he tried to hide them. He'd realized his brother was gone tonight. He'd hurt Charlie and killing Andie confirmed it too. There was no reason to continue going after him. Stefan was no longer the brother he knew.
He opened his door and lay Charlie on the bed. He looked up and saw Elena. She was standing in the middle of the room with police reports and news articles in her hand.
"What are you doing here?" Damon groaned.
"What happened to Charlie?" she asked, worried for her friend.
"Stefan snapped her neck, she won't be out much longer," he said with no emotion.
Her eyes went wide; she didn't want to believe Stefan had done that. "So, you found him? Why didn't you tell me? Why did you keep it a secret?" Elena demanded.
"Can we not do this right now? I'm having a really bad night," Damon sighed.
Elena walked up to him. "All summer, every single time I came to you or Charlie with a lead, you both made me feel like an idiot for having hope," she snapped.
"You were an idiot. We all were," Damon said as he easily pushed past her.
She stood in front of him and stopped him. "Please, tell me what you know?"
"I know you need to get back to your party, Elena," he said, walking around her and back towards the bed.
"We're supposed to be in this together," she said as she turned around to look at him. Why didn't you tell me you've been tracking Klaus' victims?"
"Because they're not Klaus' victims, Elena. They're Stefan's!"
"What?" she stuttered.
"He's left a trail of body parts up and down the eastern seaboard," Damon exclaimed.
"No. You're wrong," Elena replied.
"I've seen it happen before," he said as he walked up to her. "He's flipped the switch, full blown ripper. I mean, look what he did to Charlie tonight," he yelled, pointing to her body.
"Stop it, Damon," Elena begged.
"No, you stop it, Elena! Stop looking for him. Stop waiting for him to come home. Just stop! Stefan is gone and he's not coming back. Not in your lifetime," Damon shouted and stormed out of the room.
It was now late, all the guests had left and Charlie and Damon were finally alone.
She showered and changed into one of Damon's black t-shirts and checked pyjama shorts.
She sat on his bed and sipped a glass of blood. It had been a long day. Her head was spinning. She looked down at her green necklace and smiled a little. "Some birthday," she sighed to herself.
She then heard a loud bang coming from down the hallway. She put down the glass and in a blur appeared in the doorway of Stefan's room.
Damon was pushing over furniture, breaking things, literally tearing the room apart. She quietly watched him, tears forming in her eyes. He picked up a guitar, ready to break it but suddenly stopped. His eyes now glazed with tears. He stumbled forward and leaned against a chair.
Charlie cautiously approached him. "Damon?" she whispered, gently touching his shoulder and turning him to face her.
He didn't answer. Charlie slowly took the guitar from his hand and pulled him into her arms. Holding him tightly, he didn't stop her as his own arms wrapped around her too. She knew he was fighting off his emotions but he didn't stop her from comforting him.
After a few silent moments, she pulled back from the embrace and looked up at him. His glassy blue eyes stared down at her.
Charlie then looked down at his lips and leaned forward, kissing him softly. "I love you," she said softly.
Damon smiled a little and ran his fingers over her green pendant. "I love you too." He looked back up at her. "Stefan said Klaus may want you soon."
She grabbed his hand tightly in her own. "Then we'll deal with it. And if I had to, I would leave with him to protect you all."
"I know you would." He nodded. "And I would do whatever it takes to get you back."
She bit her lip. "I know you would."
Damon suddenly pulled her to him and kissed her deeply. He pulled back and smirked. "It's still your birthday and we finally have the house to ourselves."
She raised a playful brow and kissed him. In seconds they were back in Damon's room and fell onto his bed, their lips not parting once.
And there is the first chapter. I've already started on the next one and will try and have it up sometime next week :D
What do you think Klaus wants Charlie for?
Any ideas you have for the season 3 storyline just let me know :D
And I hope you enjoyed it :D