It was always going to be Stefan.
Giuseppe, Katherine, Elena...
It didn't matter who or which was the question, the answer would always be Stefan.
Stefan could rip the limbs off of innocent people when he wasn't draining bunnies, but he was still the chosen one. Damon could save a baby from a building in flames and everyone would jump on his throat about not carrying it the right way.
She chose him, Elena decided to spend what could had been the last moments of their existence with Stefan. And he let her die.
She chose him and he let her die.
The glass of bourbon in his hand flew across the room.
How dared he pretend this wasn't his fault?
If Damon heard Elena's sobs knowing he had the opportunity to save her life and freaking wasted it, he would had already burnt under the midday sun.
Why wasn't his love ever enough?
He was interrupted by a voice coming from the door.
"Damon Salvatore; always drowning your sorrows."
He couldn't form a single word as he tried to acknowledge who was in front of him.
"Don't you recognize me?"
"Charlotte Pierce."-he mumbled out, dazed.
She smirked and positioned her mouth next to his ear.
"I'm glad to hear you remember me."
Charlotte walked around the room, carrying centuries of seductiveness in the way her hips swayed to the music while she poured herself a drink.
"You should get a housekeeper. It's not safe to have anyone enter your house."
"What do you want?"
"I'm fine, you look great too, that's a nice outfit. Gee, where did you leave your manners, 1864?"
Damon shook his head, trying to hide his confusion. What was Charlotte doing there out of nowhere? He would be pleased to welcome a hot brunette anytime, but this was Katherine's sister-he reminded himself.
"You weren't in the tomb."
She continued to inspect the house, pulling out every book from the shelf that caught her attention.
"Not thanks to you. The whole leaving me to my own luck? Dick move."
"What do you want?"
She stood close to him again and faked a pout. Her hands traveled down his chest.
"Eternal love and devotion from your undead heart."
Damon finally snapped and pushed her away. Of course they had to be related, there was nothing the damn Petrova women enjoyed more than playing with him. Katherine, Charlotte, Elena-they could all go to hell.
"Head of the Founder's Council here, don't make me vervain your ass."
"That sounds kind of kinky. Are we dirty talking?"-She frowned with a smirk, contributing to his frustration.
"Charlotte, why are you here?"
She considered his question for a second before giving in and testing the waters. She couldn't keep teasing him when he looked at her with those blue eyes; how much had she missed that look on his face when she pissed him off...
"I heard Katherine screwed you over."
"Your sister is a bitch, nothing new."
"Let me enjoy this moment, I've waited a century and a half for you to say that."-She sat in the couch, crossing her long bare legs.
"I can repeat it as many times as you want me to."-He scoffed at his (yet another) drink.
"How do you feel about a little revenge?"
He raised an eyebrow suspiciously.
"What, you're no longer Katherine's accomplice?"
"She thinks I died along with the other vampires in the tomb."
Damon studied Charlotte for a moment, hoping to decipher what kind of sick mind game she was playing with him. Those two had been inseparable once, why would she want to do anything against her? Also, there was the detail that a sister of Katherine could be up to no good.
"Not interested, I'm over Katherine."-He decided it was better to stay away from whatever their issue was.
"I need your help."
"And what do I get in return?"
"The satisfaction of staking Katherine."
"Hm, not enough."
"I'll owe you, Damon. Can't you see the value of a favor? Sooner or later you will need me to do something for you and I'll be in debt."
Damon did like the sound of that. The door opened, revealing Stefan and Elena. Before neither of the brothers could react, Charlotte had Elena pinned against the wall. The veins popped under their eyes, flashing their fangs at each other.
"You're not Katherine."-Charlotte declared instantly.
"Why in the world would I welcome that slut so eagerly into my home?!"
"The last time I heard about the doppelgänger she was still human."-She excused herself.
"Charlotte?"-Stefan finally spoke, frowning at the unexpected guest.
Charlotte faked a gasp and touched her heart over dramatically.
"Stefan, you haven't changed a bit! It's like you're still seventeen!"
Damon found himself grinning at Charlotte's sense of humor.
"What do you want?"-Stefan was the one to ask her this time.
"I can't believe it!"-She groaned-"You boys lost all your manners! You were such gentlemen, I'm so disappointed."
"Did Katherine send you?"
"Yes, Stefan. I came to kidnap you and make you live in her closet for eternity."-Charlotte rolled her eyes.
"Can anyone tell me what's going on?"-Elena stood awkwardly next to Stefan.
"Elena, meet Charlotte Pierce, Katherine's sister."
"You can't be Katherine's sister."-The brunette frowned.
"What do you mean?"-Damon intervened, obviously not happy that Charlotte kept that kind of information from him.
"Klaus killed her whole family as revenge. Except for..."
Charlotte's grin left her face, shocked that Elena knew the truth, while she stared at her wide eyed. She let out a sigh and went for telling the truth.
"I'm Katherine's granddaughter."
"What brings you here?"-Stefan asked cautiously.
"I want your help to kill Katherine."
"And why is that?"
Charlotte didn't like being questioned, she was starting to feel cornered. Her eyes wandered to her drink. Why had she chosen the Salvatores of all people?
"She took away everything from me...My life, my family, my love."
"We will help you."-Elena spoke in a firm voice.
She frowned at how different Elena was from Katherine, who wouldn't do anything for anyone that wasn't for her own benefit.
"I know what it's like-having everything you love ripped away from you."-Elena explained.
"Thank you."-She simply nodded at the soothing words, still not comfortable with trusting someone who looked like Katherine.
"Stefan and I should go, we have to get ready for the Founder's Party."-Elena showed her best warm smile-"Maybe you can accompany Damon, I don't think he has a date."
Damon clenched his fists, Elena was so unbelievable. So now not only did she reject him, but also played matchmaker with the devil's granddaughter?
"Don't forget to pack a squirrel in your purse; you know, a snack for later."-Damon called out as his brother and the love of his life (or death, whatever... technicalities) left.
"What kind of dress should I wear?"
"Get out of my house."-Damon retorted.
"Bipolar much?"-Charlotte followed him upstairs.
"You lied."
"I didn't lie! I just didn't tell you everything. I didn't know if I could trust you."
"Yeah and Elena the stranger seemed so much more trustworthy."-He remarked sarcastically.
"I'll tell you everything."-She said sincerely, standing in his way with her palm against his chest.-"I promise."
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