This can't be happening. Not again, not now.

The dreams had been getting worse, ever since her eighteenth birthday. These dreams, which were more like nightmares always told her that someone was coming for her, and it had been plaguing her mind ever since. It had been a long three years of sleepless nights and looking like her world was about to fall apart every second of the day. That's why she managed to convince her parents to move away from Mystic Falls with her - maybe the events that occurred during her high school years were the cause of the problem, but it turned out - they weren't. The nightmares had followed her, and Charlie didn't know what to do about them. Her family might have been one of witches, but that didn't mean these dreams were any less weird to her parents. Charlotte Doran seemed to always find herself in these types of situations. Life had continued to be rather complicated for her, running into the Mikaelson's the second she had moved wasn't just coincidence, she had a long and strong connection with the family. It seemed like they were the root of her problems. Probably. Ever since Elijah saved her when she was six years old, their fates had been entwined in an awkwardly obvious thread that Charlie wasn't able to cut and she cursed God out for being such a dick about it.

The dreams were all different. Like they had been telling a story and yet the one Charlie had the night before, was one of the more concerning ones.

-x-

Hands patted over the wall, desperately trying to find the doorknob. The limited amount of light was making it hard for Charlie to see anything in this room at all. The word morgue wanted to roll off the tip of her tongue, but she held herself back - because if she said it, there was no way she would be able to focus on getting out of the room. A curse left her lips when her hands slammed into the doorknob, a brief moment of pain surged up her arm, but Charlie took all her attention and focused it on the door. She turned it and all the hope she had felt bubbling subconsciously to the surface, plummeted down again. It was locked.

"No," she murmured to herself, hands yanked on the doorknob again. "Please." palms then moved to bang against the wood of the door. Nothing happened still. Suddenly, there was that sensation of fingers in her hair ran down Charlie's spin again, and it caused the brunette to jerk backwards away from the door. A warm breath blew over her cheeks and the air fogged up her glasses, making what little light from the globe on the ceiling, even more impossible to see. Hot wind whipped around her, which caused her hair to fall in front of her face and the tiny light flickered.

This couldn't end well. Hospitals at night were the worst.

"Sweet child." a voice whispered.

"What is she?" another asked.

"Witch." a giggle.

"Are you sure?"

"Oh no ... angel."

"What?" the first voice questioned, fingers combed through her hair yet again. Angel? What did they mean by angel? Angels weren't real.

"How is it possible?" the second voice sounded back in her ear, the wind had died down and Charlie turned around and took a couple of steps backwards so that her back was placed firmly against the door - she was annoyed that she couldn't see the demons that were stood in front of her.

"Half witch, half angel."

"It's h e r." blue eyes tried to focus, it suddenly felt rather weird. Weirder than before, the air around her seemed to suddenly relieve its pressure on her body like they had no desire to kill her anymore. "We've found her." something laughed and Charlie felt a hand take hold of her wrist and yanked her forward - away from the door and into the centre of the room. A yelp escaped the young witch's throat.

The demons moved around Charlotte - so that they surrounded her. "He's coming."

"Our father." Hot breath touched her ear again, which caused Charlie to flinch sideways.

"Father?" she mumbled, a frown settling on her face.

"You're father."

"Uriel is coming for them."

Charlie then felt like she couldn't breathe.

"They'll be dead, and you'll be HIS again."

"No, no - what do you mean?" but her question was drowned out by the howling wind again. "Answer me!"

"Charlie!" her name sliced through the wind and her whole body whipped around - the small room she had been standing in had been was replaced by what looked like a cave. It was dark and cold, thunder rolled over her with the wind and Charlie squinted her eyes, tearing off her glasses. "Charlie!" her name again. Her frown grew, and the young witch wrapped her arms around her stomach, clutching onto her glasses. If she didn't know any better - this right here felt like Hell. "Charlie wake up!"

-x-

Something soft but thick attacked the sleeping form from above, which caused the brunette to jerk herself awake. Her whole body shot upwards and blue eyes landed on a rather annoyed looking Klaus. Charlie squinted up at him and she swallowed. That was a rather weird dream - not like the other she had been having at all.

"Bloody hell - it sounded like you were being murdered in here." the blonde vampire commented, standing at the end of her bed with his hands on his hips. It was almost unnatural to see Klaus looking so worried about her. He knew she could handle herself, but also, she was incredibly clumsy - could trip over her own feet when standing still. The time they had spent together - the pair of them had gotten rather close, much to everyone's annoyance, especially Elijah's.

Klaus was a rather bad influence on Charlie.

It took Charlie a second to figure out what was going on then. She leaned over to the nightstand and picked up her glasses before she placed them on her face. "Sorry," she mumbled, ever since she arrived in New Orleans, Klaus had taken her under his wing, Elijah was rather sceptical that it was just because Charlie wasn't a witch from New Orleans, plus she would do anything for the Hybrid - someone a lot easier to talk too than Davina. Even still, ever since their time in Mystic Falls, Klaus and Charlie, as well the whole family ( apart from Finn, he was just an asshole. ) had gotten close. So when Klaus had extended his offer to have Charlie live with them ( and give her parents a few years of peace and quiet ) she could hardly say no to that.

"Bad dream again?" While Charlie had been reminiscing and trying to straighten her thoughts out, Klaus had been wandering around her room. He threw open the massive curtains, before turning around throwing one of Charlie's many flower pattern dresses on her bed. Again, the thought of Niklaus Mikaelson being anything but mean was a shock, but the hybrid knew that with a recent break up ( to which he had threatened to kill the boy ) and the nightmares, it was hard for the young witch to get over on her own so easily.

Charlie nodded her head slowly and watched Klaus for a couple of seconds. Similar blue eyes watched her back. To Klaus, Charlie was the little sister that would follow him to the ends of the Earth, the one who wouldn't judge him or doubt him, something that he had sorely been missing since Rebekah left. To Charlie, Klaus was that older brother she never had, he was furiously protective of the witch and would harm anyone that would in turn harm her and that included her parents, unfortunately. It was a miracle that the ex-boyfriend was even still alive. The brunette groaned before breaking eye contact with the Original and fell back against her pillow, Klaus, on the other hand, was already walking out the door. A smirk on his lips.

"Get up, Charlotte!" he called back to her. "Mother wants a dinner party and I need my favourite witch present."

Another groan left Charlie's lips, arm thrown over her eyes. She had to wait a couple of seconds, usually, Klaus would get distracted by Elijah or Hayley and he would ignore her and she would be able to fall asleep again.

"Now Lottie!" her groan got even louder. She could hear Klaus' chuckle and the younger woman rolled her eyes.

Welcome to the week of Hell.

A/N

Oh hello, fancy seeing you all here again. This is the new and improved Sweet Hell. This version will no longer cross over with Supernatural but with Lucifer. Now, Lucifer crew won't be introduced for a little while, so I will keep this story in The Originals tag and when I start writing for Lucifer I will see if I could possibly place it in the crossover tag.

Anyhow I hope you enjoy, I hope there aren't too many mistakes and if there are I apologise now haha.