She groaned in pain. It was not the first time she woke up with headaches and did not know where she was but this was probably the worst. She can remember going to leave her house for school. Then she hit something, a wall she thought but then nothing. Not even the slightest memory of how she turned up in the middle of a town in America when she lived in the middle of England. You would not have guessed it though going by her accent; you would have thought she was from down south, near Oxfordshire.
She growled lowly, pushing herself up into a sitting position. She could see she was in a sort of town square kind of area with shops and a strangely familiar bar/restaurant surrounding it. She felt as if she knew this place but she had never been to America. She did not particularly like traveling. She always got terrible travel sickness. She could see several people going about there daily business, giving her a condescending glance. She was used to that though. She was use to adults looking down their noses at her for her drinking problem. They all did, from her parents to her teachers, neighbors to counselors. Everybody did it so it did not worry her anymore.
She slowly stood, making sure she did not make more of a prat out of herself. Despite her stereotype of preppy girl gone emo, she hated attention. She thought whatever she did was her business so people should not stick their noses in. They always did though, claiming to know what is best for her. They knew nothing though, not even something as simple as her favourite colour or TV show. To be fair though, she never let anyone anywhere near her never mind actually have a conversation with them. She hated people. That was a main reason why her parents were disappointed in her; they wanted her to settle down young and have a steady career then have kids. She wanted pretty much the opposite. She wanted to live her life, go travelling the world and do dangerous things; live life on the edge. She could not imagine herself doing anything else; it just was not her.
She felt eyes following her as she started walking through the square, dusting any dirt off her clothes and out of her white, curly hair. As usual for school, she was wearing, despite having to wear a uniform at her school, black skinny jeans, and a fitting black long-sleeved button-up. She had rolled the sleeves neatly up to just above her elbows. She also had a black boyfriend blazer on, sleeves rolled up too with a startlingly white silk tie with a matching checked belt. On her feet was a pair of black and white leather converse, which were the most comfortable things ever in her opinion.
She stopped on the pavement after exiting the square, patting her pockets looking for her mobile but she felt something she never carried with her; keys. She knew better not to carry around her house keys with her because she always lost them. She always left her car keys at home until she absolutely needed to use the Ferrari. She was just a klutz.
She reached in and pulled out two sets of keys along with a piece of paper. One set were strangely familiar; her car keys. The other set were what seemed like house keys but she was more focused on her car keys being in her pocket to really care. She knew she left them at home so how were they in her pocket. She slipped them back into her pocket and moved onto the others and the note that accompanied them.
The house keys didn't look or seem familiar to her in any sense at all. She had not ever seen them before which made her worry slightly but she had just appeared in America after being hit by something so she had bigger things to worry about. She turned the note over to read the writing and was straight away confused. It had an address written on it and the words 'Good luck' below. She shrugged it off, suddenly noticing a black Ferrari in the car lot outside of the bar/restaurant.
She ran over to it, narrowly missing cars and the odd person. Her bag kept hitting her in the back every time she quickly manoeuvred around something or someone. It was somewhat painful but she did not really pay any attention to it. She pulled out her keys to unlock and strangely enough, it worked. This was her car. The very same she left in England along with the very keys she was holding. She sighed again, locking it before walking into the bar needing a seriously hard drink. As a friend of hers once said "when in doubt, drink!" And, at that moment, she was seriously doubting her sanity.
Unfortunately, she did not get more than a few feet inside the building until she bent over slightly, her right hand clutching her chest at the sudden, unknown pain. Well it was not pain but it certainly was not pleasure. She had the feeling she was being watched and she certainly did not like it.
"Are you okay?" A deep, kind voice echoed into her ears as a hand helped her straighten out. She nodded, feeling that pull at her heart slowly leave until it was almost like someone gently poking her.
"I'm fine." She said, smiling worriedly into those blue eyes. She knew those blue eyes and that handsome face. Practically every teenage girl had seen him on her TV at some point.
"You're not from around here are you?" He commented, hearing her accent although his eyes seemed worried at it. Although, considering what she knew him from, he did have a good reason.
"Nope, I got teleported here from a different dimension by a witch." He started laughing, as if it was absolutely absurd but suddenly stopped when he caught the seriousness in her face. He hated it when something supernatural popped up. Despite being the only normal human left amongst his friends, he was being dragged into the supernatural stuff far too much to actually be safe.
"You're serious, aren't you?" She nodded, following him towards the bar, not being able to shake off the feeling of being watched. "Well my friends deal with that stuff, I'm sure they'd be able to help. I'm matt by the way."
"I know. Actually, I probably know more than most of you. Keep me away from Stefan, Elena and baby Gilbert." He stared at her confused at her angry tone. "I'm Charlotte." She added.
"How do you know their names? Why don't you like them?" She snarled slightly at his defensive tone.
"Stefan's broody, baby Gilbert staked Kol and Elena has caused so much shit, I'm surprised that you're still human, never mind alive." A quiet bout laughter was heard from the other end of the bar which seemed to send shivers down her spine, incredibly nice ones but irritated and angered matt.
"Is there any of my friends you actually like? Caroline maybe." He really wished he kept his mouth shut the second he saw her face drop and her pink eyes darken slightly. Not by much but enough to show how angry she was. He didn't understand how she knew his friends and didn't really want to know.
"Unless you count Damon as your friend, the answers no. definitely to Caroline and her pup." His brows raised in surprise. Tyler too? That he would have never guessed.
"Why do you hate her so much?" he questioned, intrigued slightly by her hate for his kind friend.
"Well, put it this way, I would rip out her liver and kidneys, make a pie and give it her mother to eat." He gave her a disgusted look, glaring at the blonde man that was chuckling under his breath despite the target of the girls hate.
"Do you have a reason or you just a little twisted?" he was starting to dislike this girl a little even though they started out good.
"Of course I do. She's a self-centred twisted bitch who fucks with every decent, misunderstood man out there for her and elena's selfish needs." He sighed.
"We're on about Klaus, aren't we?" She nodded defiantly.
"Damn straight, we are." Matt looked over at the hybrid, who was smirking looking rather smug, with a look of pure disgust.
"You're one of those girls into badguys, huh?" She shook her head with a small smile.
"Nope, just him. He's too adorable." Matt, not knowing how to reply to something as weird as that, just sighed and walked off to do his job shaking his head at the strange English girl.
She sat there at the bar, smiling widely despite the bad turn of the conversation with matt took. She could just see his cute smile on his face, revealing the adorable dimples he's loved for. She remembered back home with her only friend, they would watch Vampire Diaries just to swoon over him. The thought made her feel homesick slightly. She did not want to believe what happened yet.
"You new here?" The charming voice of DamonSalvatore interrupted her inner fangirl thoughts. She rolled her eyes, dropped her head sideways on her folded arms to look at Damons sparkling blue eyes.
"Obviously damon." She rolled her eyes at the suspicious look that suddenly enveloped his previously flirty expression.
"Have we met before, wolfy?" She frowned at the nickname, thoroughly confused. Fortunately or more so, unfortunately, A voice interrupted her before she even opened her mouth to reply.
"She doesn't know yet Salvatore, leave her alone." They both looked together, turning their heads towards the other side of damon. There sat the Hybrid she was daydreaming about only moments earlier. She blushed slightly, thinking back to her conversation with Matt. She had called him adorable and he was just a few feet away!
"How can you not know something like that?" Damon questioned, speaking more to himself than to the two of them. Charlotte was confused though. What were they on about?
"Probably the same way you don't know Elena is a bitch." She muttered, getting a very dark look from Damon. "Honestly, I don't know what you're on about and if I'm honest, I don't want to because it'll probably be of use to Elena in her fight to rid the world of people who can only love one man." She giggled innocently. "How is Stefan by the way?"
Before she could even blink, there were both standing face to face. Damon was gripping her wrist painfully making her wince. She watched his eyes darken in anger whilst the veins under his eyes became slightly more visible but not enough to gain any attention. Despite the pain she was suffering, she grinned, eyes challenging him to continue. For a second, she thought he was going to but both Klaus and Matt appeared at their side before he could.
"Charlotte, Damon, what's going on?" They both ignored the human and continued to glare at each other.
"If it makes you feel any better, I could do the same to Klaus." Damon's eyes flickered to the hybrid as if to say 'it won't but carry on'. "Niklaus, Tatia was a bitch too. How is Elijah? Does he still have his awesome hair?" Klaus, ignoring the use of his full name, smirked at her bored tone.
"She was." He agreed, thinking back to the way the original doppelganger played with him and his brother to the point of the two of them not being able to be near her or risk fighting over her. "I don't know, not really spoken to him." She poked Damon hard in his stomach, making him release her, and turned to the hybrid with her arms folded across her chest and an annoyed expression on her face.
"Stop pouting." His brows furrowed in confusion, pout becoming more obvious.
"I'm not." She giggled, shaking her head at his denial that made her white blonde locks frame her face perfectly. She was not ugly but she knew she was not supermodel perfect. She had curves and did not regurgitate her food to become thin. She was pretty though in her own unique way.
"Yes you are." She sighed biting her her lip as she looked between the three men. "I only came in here to get drunk but I'm going to do something stupid. So before that happens, I'm going to go find my new home." She smiled quickly before making her way towards the door. The three men watched her in intrigue. She was a weird one. If what she said to matt was the honest truth, then she was dealing with her situation amazingly well. She is probably freaking out on the inside, matt thought along with Klaus unknowingly.
All of a sudden she turned around, and stalked straight up to Klaus, looking up to him with what can only be described as her immaculate impression of a cute little puppy. She knew it worked but only to some degree. He raised an eyebrow at her but could not help but mentally admit she looked adorable.
"Can I kill Caroline?"
"NO! of course not! Why are you asking HIM that?!" She turned to Damon with the same look with a hint of confusion in her eyes.
"Good- Bad." She explained motioning between him & matt and Klaus. "Hot-Sexy." She blushed at their pointed looks. To them, she looked far too innocent to even know the word sexy, never mind call a psychotic hybrid it.
"I don't even want to know what is going on in your head right now." Matt mumbled, Damon nodding in agreement but neither moved, waiting for Klaus' answer.
"No you can't" Even though she was denied what she wanted, Charlotte grinned at the hybrid as if she was allowed to.
"Fine, I always thought death was boring anyway." With that she skipped out leaving the three of them yet again staring at her retreating form in wonder at her sadistic way. Damon had to admit though she did seem rather interesting, he probably would have gone after her if he wasn't with Elena and wasn't in constant danger of being killed. Matt had paled, looking rather scared. Klaus however had a very different reaction to her reply. HE wasn't sure whether to worry about the welfare of Caroline or just watch on amused as the girl does what she wants. A smirk pulled at his lips before he could tear his eyes away from the girl.
"What are you up to, Klaus? Leave the kid alone."
"I'm not too sure I have a choice in it, Damon." Klaus replied, turning his head towards the arrogant baby vampire. "But if you mean not hurt it, rest assured I will do no such thing."
"Yeah? And how can I trust a word you say?" Damon was in Klaus' face now but not even a flicker of annoyance crossed his face, only amusement. This was bad in Matt's eyes. If Klaus finds something amusing, it's normally dangerous and incredibly violent for anyone involved.
"It doesn't really matter if you trust what I say as I don't actually care." He grinned. "If you want to protect her, feel free. She does not like you." Klaus drank his whiskey before walked out smiling smugly.
Charlotte quickly found her new home through GPS and strangely enough, it was not much of a surprise when she saw that it was nearly opposite the gilbert house. She recognised it as the house with the fence that Klaus decided to fuck up. It had been repaired obviously and it looked alright now.
She giggled excitedly as she ran up to the front door, glancing back at the gilbert house and just catching sight of Elena in one of the windows. She ignored her though and unlocked the door with the keys that she had found in her pocket with the note earlier. When the door opened, she strode in feeling at home instantly. It was not lived in that much was obvious. It was immaculate yet felt homey. At the bottom of the stairs were several suitcases and boxes. She found this weird so gently placed her bag down and opened one of the boxes. It was filled with her stuff from back home. Posters, tech and that cute teddy she's had since she was 4. Everything was here.
She grinned happily and set herself the task of unpacking. Most people would be freaking out about travelling into a parallel universe but not charlotte. Her and her friend, Kayleigh, had once mused about what they would do if they were ever in that very situation. Both said they would not freak out and would enjoy it as much as possible just in case they ever ended up back at home all of a sudden.
It didn't take long though as she knew what she wanted where. By the time she was finished she was tired and aching so she thought she'd take a shower. She had just finished unpacking her clothes so she picked out an new outfit. With a quick look outside and the sunny weather, she decided on a pair a denim shorts and a baggy white t-shirt that had the words 'Team Orginals!' on it, which matched one of her hoodies.
She spent a fair amount of time in the shower, trying to clear her head of the doubts that she had about her current situation. After a while, she stepped out after washing herself thoroughly but half way through dressing, someone interrupted her by knocking on the door. In her half dressed stupor, she ran downstairs her hand clutching the t-shirt. She opened the door and peeked around so they could only see her head.
"Hello, I live across the road. I saw you come here and I thought to introduce myself." Charlotte held up a finger earning a nod and quickly closed the door. She sighed irritably and pulled the baggy t-shirt over her head, feeling the soft fabric surround her.
"Well, I'm Charlotte." She explained as she opened the door again, holding a hand out politely.
"I'm Elena." She replied in that annoying voice of hers. It almost made the albino cringe but she held that in.
"I would invite you in but I'm still unpacking." She lied smoothly, smirking slightly as the Doppelganger narrowed her eyes, acknowledging the fact that charlotte knew about vampires.
"It's fine I'm sure I'll see you around school." Charlotte nodded her eyes widening slightly, realising she had to go school with them. That's what that note on the vanity mirror was on about, she thought. Apparently, whoever brought her had already enrolled her into Mystic falls high. All she had to do was turn up tomorrow.
"Hey wait!" She exclaimed kindly before Elena made it too far. "I was at the mystic grill earlier and met a guy called Klaus. Do you know anything about him?" If she did not know vampires couldn't blush or pale, she would have sworn Elena paled a little.
"Yeah I do, he's dangerous. If you know what's best, you'll stay away from him." Charlotte snickered, stepping forward in challenge of the threatening tone Elena used.
"Are you threatening me?" Suddenly, a spike of anger shot through charlotte and before either could blink, her hand was gripping elena's throat somehow holding her up in the air by an a couple of inches.
"Let. Go." She gasped out before giving a good kick to Charlotte's stomach, making her fly into her house and the force of the collision with a wall knocked her out. Elena picked herself off the floor and gave one fleeting look to the bleeding girl inside the house before walking back to her home, acting as if nothing happened, as if she could not smell fresh blood in the air.
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