Alaric wasn't having a good day.
When Damon had wrangled him into investigating an attack in Tennessee he had thought nothing of it but now, as they approached the large white farmhouse, he couldn't help but feel a sense of dread wash over him. Damon seemed unaffected as he put a foot in the house, showing that whoever owned this house was definitely dead. They followed the bloodstains on the wall, heading deeper into the house. Damon was just saying something about it being Stefan's signature when he was cut off by the sight of three girls sitting on a couch.
The fact that there were people there wasn't the surprising part, Alaric had assumed that they were going to find dead bodies; the surprising part was while two were bloody and cut up one was sitting there reading a book, very much alive. She didn't even look up when they walked in so Alaric to the time to study her.
She looked to be in her early-twenties and quite short if it wasn't for the red four inch heels she was sporting. Her long cotton candy pink hair was in a victory roll on the top of her head with the rest pinned in a bun. Her light blue eyes studying what Alaric could make out as some crappy teen vampire book. She was wearing a high wasted black pencil skirt that flared out at the bottom, a red short sleeved blouse tucked into that. There was an interesting old looking ring on her left middle finger that was a pearl set into a nest of silver strings that swirled and curled around each other, making Alaric wonder if that was a daylight ring.
Without looking up to see who her intruders where she calmly said, "You know it surprises me how far away from the myths people can stray. I mean does not being able to get drunk seem like a thing anyone would be able to live with, even vampires?" She raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow and looked between the two men.
By now all of the shock was off of Damon's face and it had reset into its usual smug expression, "You know you could have just called. You didn't have to visit in person."
"Ah but I had to check to see if you were the one that let grumpy Stefan out." She stood, set the book down, and walked over to where Damon was standing with her arms open. Damon pulled her into a hug and Alaric had no idea where to even start.
He cleared his throat and Damon looked over at him as if remembering he was there. He let go of her but kept one hand around her waist, gesturing to her with the other. "Alaric I would like to introduce you to a dear friend of mine, Miss Charity Hope Repetto. Char this is Alaric Saltzman."
"Pleasure to meet you Mr. Saltzman." Charity stepped forward and held out her hand. Alaric shook it and she noted that he had a capable grip. She could tell he wasn't a vampire but she didn't write him off as someone easy to beat.
"Care to explain that a bit more?" Alaric asked once he had shaken her hand and taken a step back.
"I met Damon many a year ago when he tried to kill me. Long story short I was a better fighter than he originally thought, we shared a drink, and we became best of friends." Charity explained, walking over to where she had set her crappy book. She grabbed it and put it in her black and white polka dot purse before returning to the men.
"When I came back to Mystic Falls she decided to travel to Europe. Apparently Mystic falls was too, how did she put it?" Damon pretended to think for a moment before giving his friend a look, "Drab."
"And I still stand by that statement but when I saw reports that looked suspiciously like the work of a one Stefan Salvatore I had to return from my lovely vacation in Italy to come knock your heads together." She stated, going and elbowing her friend in the side.
"He it's not my fault he's like this!" Damon protested and Charity just gave him a look. "OK not entirely my fault. It's not like wanted to be on my deathbed so that Stefan could make a stupid deal."
Charity raised an eyebrow again before shaking her head, "OK you are going to tell me that full story later but right now we have to deal with this two." She gestured back towards the bodies.
Alaric thought it was interesting to see Damon all chummy with someone but filed that away to think more about later, they had work to do now." "You were saying something about this being Stefan's signature?"
"Well there is a reason they call him the ripper." Damon started, studying the bodies.
Charity went to stand next to him, adding; "Feeds so hard he blacks out and rips the bodies apart."
"But afterwards he feels remorse and puts them back together." Damon finishes as he nudges one of the girl's legs, making her head fall off.
"It's just the same as before." Charity nodded her head before deciding, "We should light the place on fire, no point in letting any pesky police interfere."
Damon nodded his head, "You find anything interesting while you were waiting for us?" He asked his friend making her nod her head.
"Actually I did find something that may shed some light on the situation." Both men gave her questioning looks and she walked over to the corner of the rug and stomped on a piece of the floor, a hollow sound ringing out.
Alaric seemed confused as he bent down and pulled the rug away revealing the trap door. He opened it and both looked down to see the chain filled basement. "So there was a werewolf." Damon stated, looking up at his friend questioningly.
Charity just shrugged as Alaric set the door and carpet back in place, "I don't believe it was either of these girls." Damon nodded his head and looked deep in thought as he retrieved the gas. He spread it over both of the bodies and all three left the house as the room went up in flames.
"Alaric I hope you don't mind but I would like to steal your driving buddy so we can get caught up on the ride back to Virginia." Charity said once they were outside.
"That's fine." Alaric replied, looking between the two wondering their full story. "Where did your park?"
"Just down the road. We will meet you back in Mystic Falls." They said their goodbyes and Charity lead her friend back towards where her 2014 silver Camaro was parked.
She waited until they were both seated and driving before looking over at her friend, "So Daedae, what's up?" She asked and Damon sighed and started on the long story. Beginning when he appeared in Mystic Falls and ending where they were now, with Stefan traveling as Niklaus' personal ripper and Damon being the babysitter for a dramatic teenage girl.
Throughout the time Damon was talking Charity's face kept looking more and more constipated so when he was finally done and gave her a few minutes to take it in he asked, "OK what did I do?"
She gave him a look that said 'Are you really asking me that right now' before replying, "A doppelganger that looks like Kathrine. Really, just really?"
"What?" Damon looked insulted, turning fully towards her.
"Out of anyone in the world to start another weird Salvatore brother love triangle thing you choose a doppelganger of Kathrine?" She asked raising an eyebrow.
"You seem to forget I don't like Elena." Damon protested as he crossed his arms over his chest.
"Your mouth says no but your eyes say yes my dear boy." She shot back, taking her right hand off the wheel and pointing it at her eyes with her first two fingers before pointing at his.
"I don't know what you are talking about. She is Stefan's girl." Damon pouted, slouching in his seat.
Charity glanced at her ridiculous friend and stated, "I have known you for way too many years for you to successfully lie to me."
"You should have stayed in Venice." He grumbled making Charity laugh. Deciding she had bugged him enough she turned her radio on and sifted through her CD until Crazy Bitch by Buckcherry blasted through the speakers.
Several angry but meaningful songs later Damon was in a better mood and they were pulling in front of the Salvatore house.
"Caroline is throwing a Birthday party for Elena so ignore the people." Damon explained as they got out and saw the many people milling around.
"Do I want to know why it is at your house?" Charity asked as she retrieved her bags out of the trunk of the car.
"Big and no supervision, why would they want it to be anywhere else?" He shot back and she nodded her head, "You can put your stuff in your old room. I will meet you downstairs."
"Got a birthday girl to whoo?" She asked, wiggling her eyebrows.
He bumped her with his shoulder, "Shut it brat."
She chuckled and watched him retreat into the house before heading the same way. She headed straight to the room she had stayed in many years ago when they had sought shelter in the old home for a week.
After kicking out a couple getting hot and heavy she locked the door and set her bags on the bed. After deciding that a birthday party was a perfectly good excuse to change her outfit she dug through her bags, looking for the right dress.
She finally found it and wrestled herself into the fitted sleeveless leopard print dress, whose pencil skirt went just past her knees. She liked it because it had a triangle cut out of the chest area, giving it just the right amount of sex appeal. She grabbed a belt and wrapped it around her waist before unpinning her bun, letting her curls fall around her shoulders.
Deciding she looked good she headed down the stairs to the drunken teen infested living room. She waded her way through it and outside to where Alaric was nursing what looked like scotch. Glad to see a semi familiar face she headed towards him, grabbing the bottle and pouring herself a drink.
"I can always count on Damon to have good alcohol." She stated after a moment of silence between them. Alaric nodded his head and continued to look pensive so she decided for a more direct approach. "Do you know this Elena girl's attentions for Damon?"
Alaric looked a bit surprised at the answer but still answered simply, "I didn't know she had intentions towards Damon."
Charity frowned but nodded her head. Though she didn't know this Elena she sounded like bad news for her friend, like someone that would do him more harm than good and she couldn't have someone doing harm to her friends.
"She seems to have a lot of problems." Charity probed, looking at the teacher out of the corner of her eyes.
"She is a nice girl that has had a lot put on her shoulders at a young age." Alaric said like it was final and Charity realized she wasn't going to get any helpful information from him. She scrunched her nose in thought and they continued to drink in silence both studying the teens partying like there was no tomorrow.
Charity continued on her thoughts about the doppelganger as her and Damon came into view. She definitely looked like Katherine and from the way Damon studied Elena as they talked Charity decided that she had way more of a problem then she had originally expected.
She set her drink down and crossed her arms over her chest, her frown deepening. Damon gave Elena another whipped puppy look and Charity sighed.
She definitely had her work cut out for her.
Disclaimer: Only own my beautiful Charity
-I spent the better part of today watching the third season of vampire diaries with my friend and it just made me want to write a friend for Damon because he is just so sassy and he needs someone to be sassy with him.
-This (if you didn't notice) is set in the first episode of season three. It will continue along about the same plotline but I will change it how I see fit.