This is only my second fanfic and the first that I am doing properly seeing as I kinda half assed the last one. This means that reviews are like chocolate for me (and I'm a chocoholic), be they compliments, criticism or advice. But if you just want to be mean, I'm telling you now, well, you'll find out if someone is. Thanks Guys!

I currently have no beta for my work so if there are mistakes, there isn't really anyone who can give my a second opinion so I apologise in advance. Alternatively, if you would like to beta for me I would be delighted for a second set of eyes.

I haven't put this as a crossover, even if it seems like I should but I'm trying to focus more on Vampire Diaries than Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha so I'm sticking with regular fanfic. If this annoys you, well, tough shit.

This is my disclaimer. I own Lottie and My TSAB agents, they are all mine. Mine I tell you! If I owned Vampire Diaries, why would I be writing fanfic? Also Elena wouldn't be Tatia 3.0. And I would so own the Original Brothers Damon Salvatore.

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Chapter 1 Prologue - What the hell?!

Last period on a Friday is always the worst she thinks. The blonde pushes back some of the fringe that has gotten in her face. "Huh", she sighs. Finally giving up all pretences of paying attention to the boring lesson, she quietly grabs her sketchbook out of her bag and opens it to a clean page.

Tapping her pencil, she thinks about what to draw. An idea comes to her as she remembers the strange dream she had last night.

/Flashback Dream Sequence Start/

"Please Nik", a voice said. "No Henrik, it's just too dangerous. You know we're...

..."Henrik! NO!"

An image flashes before me. Of a man carrying someone back to what looks like a very old fashioned village...

"Henrik! What happened here?!" Another voice shouts as an image flashes before me of a group surrounding the two boys. The clear eldest of the two is towering over and hugging the younger one.

I don't think I should be able to, but I can hear his whispered pleas to the boy...

"No Henrik! Please don't go! This... This is all my fault. If only I'd kept a better eye on him. Then maybe, just maybe he'd still be..."

I can't help but just stare at the young boy, dying in the arms of his brother. And as he tilts his head back to take his last breaths, he looks at me. Directly at me, as if he can see me. And he mouths to me 'Save Them'.

And then, I'm awake.

/Flashback Dream Sequence End/

Deciding on what to draw, she starts on outlines for the young boy who she is pretty sure is her Nik's younger brother, Henrik. I wonder what caused me to have that dream. Someone must have sent it to me, there's no way for me to have dreamt that up myself. Especially not with that much clarity, someone who was there had to have sent it to me. But how? Only Nik and Elijah are up and running, three are asleep in coffins, one is dead in a coffin and Nik said that his dad was desiccated in a church somewhere. I'm so confused.

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Ring* *Ring* *Ring*

The sound of the bell signaling the end of the lesson, and the last period of the week shakes her out of her single-minded thoughts. She stops where she is and closes her sketchbook, packing everything up into her black leather shoulder bag. She looks up as she hears one last announcement from her teacher.

"Alright, before you all dissappear, you have another reading assignment. I want you all to read Act 2 Scenes 1 through 5 of Shakespeare's Midsummer's Night Dream for our next class. And yes, that mean the entirety of Act 2" She listens as Ms. McClain tells everyone. She made a quick note in her notebook and escaped the classroom. More reading for English. Ugh, why doesn't she just make us read the whole book already? It would make life so much easier. She thought to herself. Walking down the hall to the school's entrance, she heads over to the bleachers knowing her sister would be looking to start cheer practice for the new school year as soon as possible.

To her surprise, she doesn't get far before she sees her sat at the benches with her friends. Okay, who is she and what has she done with my workaholic, perfectionist sister she wonders.

"Hey Care, are you still having dinner at home tonight?" she asks, reaching their bench. "Hey Charlie" "Hi Charlotte", comes from both Elena and Bonnie. Looking at her sister, she's unsuprised by her reply, "Hey Charlie. No I won't be home till late, going to The Grill with the girls. Sorry."

She pastes on her usual smile and tells her, "No problem, have fun", and walks away, giving them no chance to form another response.

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As Lottie walks away she grabs her Black Sony Headphones and syncs them up to her equally Black Sony Mobile Phone to play some music. Choosing to listen to something different today, Lottie picks Fall Out Boys The Last Of The Real Ones. She decides to go to her own private area, seeing as she's going to be spending another night on her own.

Why am I even Suprised anymore? She thought upset. Even during the summer when Elena wasn't speaking to anyone, she was all Care to talk about. Ranting to herself as she walks through town to the edge of the forest. Perfect Elena, with her perfect body and her perfect personality. Dear little Elena that can do no wrong. I don't see why everyone loves her soo much, she's rather plain and boring actually, little bit of a bitch too. She did after all string Matt Donovon along even though she's never actually liked him in that way. But I guess that's just life really, there are just people that other naturally gravitate towards.

Then again, if it wasn't Elena, it was Cheer Camp, and god know I'm a freak for not liking cheerleading. Lottie sighed to herself, just wishing for once that she could feel like she belonged within her own family. Don't get her wrong, she loves them dearly, but sometimes she is just can't help but seem like a bit of an outsider in her own home.

Maybe things would be a better if I hadn't learnt about the existence of the supernatural world back then. Sighing once again as she halts at the edge of the forest, she wonders, is this always going to be my life?

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Charlotte loved walking through Mystic Forest, there was just something about it, something about connecting to nature, especially in a forest so ancient that gave off a sense of calm within her very being.

Like always, she was in awe a the sheer size and majesty of the chestnut brown oak trees. Their knotted arms rose ever upwards, as far as my head could lift, high into the sky, letting only smatterings of the blue sky and its fluffy clouds through. They were hoary fortresses and stood proudly. The grasses she stepped on were crackly beneath her feet because of the dry summer.

Traversing off the beaten path, she weaves her way through the the ancient trees, hopping over upturned roots and ducking under the lower arms of the trees. Charlotte sighs in relief as she reaches her little sanctuary. Hidden away from the rest of the forest by a thicket of trees, her sanctuary is a small glade for her and her most trusted, covered in soft emerald green grass and patches of darker coloured moss, accompanied by the sparkling water of the river.

Going to sit by the river, she places her school bag down and leans against a soft, moss cushioned boulder. Gazing into the water as if it holds the answers to all of lifes problems, she relaxes and just lets the rest of the day flow by.

Letting her left hand drop into the crystal clear water, she smiles at the gentle chill of water.

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Just as she is about to get up and head to her empty house for the evening, she blinks in surprise as she feels something small hit her hand in the water. She looks down and spots a small red stone. Huh, I wonder where this came from? Picking it up, she examines it, noticing that it has to have belonged to someone, as she's never seen a ruby, or any gemstone for that matter, that was naturally a perfect spherical shape.

She keeps checking, seeing if there could be any indication of whom owns such a pretty gem. "Now, who do you belong to, I wonder?" As she says this, she feels a small pulse of magic coming from the stone. Eyebrows rising, she says aloud, "Well. Your clearly magical in origin, that much is for certain now. But who-"

"I am an Intelligence Device, Master. My designation is Raising Heart" came from the stone as it interrupts her, flashing with light and pulsing with magic.

Charlotte's eyes widen as she exclaims, "What the hell?!"