It was hours later, in the early hours of the next morning, when Charlotte awoke soaked in her own blood. The front door was still wide open so she could see the sunrise a little more with each second. It was somewhat chilly today from what she could tell but no doubt, it will probably get warmer later on. It was already warmer than it was back in England but it was always raining back home. It was strange how much the weather made her homesick. She did not focus on that for too long, as a shooting pain in the back of her head got intense.
She stumbled to her feet, attempting not to slip on her own blood, which was hard enough as it is considering the blood loss had made her extremely dizzy. She sighed annoyed slightly, knowing how she would have to clean up the blood before leaving for school. She was not feeling too up to it but she would do it anyway.
It in fact took 45 minutes to clean up all the blood and by then, she was ready to pass out again. It was going to be a long day, she thought tiredly. Fortunately, she made it to the shower and was pleasantly shocked by the coldness of the water. She could feel it pounding against her skin, dripping down her face.
Not long later, she was fully dressed with her now clean hair braided until it dries properly. She did not know what to do know. She had 30 minutes before she had to leave for school and had no idea where the school was. So, with that thought, she quickly grabbed the bag she had left at the bottom of the stairs before unpacking the previous day and made her way to her car.
She drove around for a bit with her roof down, wind blowing through her hair once she had pulled it loose. It felt good to drive her baby again. She did not dare drive it in England too much, despite her parents' wealth, as she knew it could be robbed easy as hell in EnglShe was not too sure if the cars were just easy or the thief's were just talented. She did not really care; she still had her baby and would always have her baby.
When she did finally arrive at the school, mocha in hand thankfully due to her credit card working, she gained a lot of attention. Most of it was unwanted because all the popular kids were giving her the nastiest looking glares ever through their pounds of makeup and ego. She never did like the fake people in society.
With a reluctant sigh, she grabbed her bag and mocha before exiting the car. It was a bit warmer now than it was when she resumed consciousness earlier so she was glad she wore black, skinny jean shorts that came to her knees. She also had the black 'Team originals' hoodie on with a simple white top underneath. To her, saying that she was dressed casually would have been an understatement.
She was sat on the bonnet of her car when Elena started to walk over to her with Caroline, Tyler and bonnie. Her jaw tensed when she caught sight of them as she threw the empty mocha cup into a bin 15 feet away. She sighed again, falling back against her windscreen, staring up at the clear blue sky. Her hands were playing with a stake that was dangling from a chain on her bag.
She smiled as she remembered how that came to be. It was her first year in the English equivalent of high school. She and Kayleigh each had to make something out of a 12-inch cylinder of wood and being the nerds they were, made the perfect stake. The 9" cone was perfectly smooth and the point was dangerously sharp right in the middle. At the bottom of the handle was a kind of stopper, to stop your hand from letting it slide of your hand. Around the edge on both sides, carved and professionally filled with metal, was her name in runic. Kayleigh had hers on as well. There was also a smallish hole, about 1cm in diameter, that went straight through the handle which is how they could thread a chain through.
They of course got a 2-hour detention and a 1-week suspension for making a potential weapon and even that was spent training to thrust and throw the stake perfectly into a target. It took a lot longer than that to get the throws perfect, hell! It took them a year, but not once did they regret it nor did they think it wasn't worth their time.
"Hey, Charlotte was it? I am sorry about yesterday, I did not mean to hurt you or threaten you. It is just I have seen so many people hurt and die at the hand of Klaus. I don't want another, never mind someone as innocent as you." This comment got her sitting rigidly upright. She hated it when people underestimated. She realized that she was gripping the unchained stake tightly in her right hand but she did not particularly care. She could see the slight fear in their eyes and she loved it.
"Considering all the shit you've been through, you still underestimate people based on their looks." Caroline stepped closer, in line with Elena, and was looking extremely smug.
"What can you do? We've beat Klaus. You're nothing to us." The white haired girl swung her legs around and stood up, face-to-face with the obnoxious blonde vampire.
"You're like ants beneath Klaus' boot. One day, when you least expect it, he will step on you." She chuckled childishly, swinging her bag over her shoulder knowing if she stayed much longer, she would not be able to contain her anger just like last night with Elena. "But me, unless you anger me enough I'm not a threat."
"But you're not-" Tyler stopped his girlfriend before she could cause any trouble with the new girl.
"Don't." He said in a slight ordering tone. He got this weird vibe off the girl that he only got around werewolves, which he found weird as she didn't seem to know, but nonetheless kept his girlfriend out of fatal danger for the second time that week. He could tell, for some unknown reason, that if she was bit and they went to Klaus for help he would not, not this time.
"Wise move, Lockwood." She sighed dramatically, rolling her eyes when she saw him tense. "Because I wouldn't want my respect for you to deplete anymore."
"I don't like you." Caroline stated as if Charlotte actually cared or not. She now knew her ego was far bigger than it was before somehow because before she never would have even dared talk back, back home.
"You say it as if it matters." Caroline glared. "Seriously though, I wanted to become good friends with you guys but after last night and now. Yeah… that's not going to happen."
"No you didn't, you had already judged us. You're just one of those girls that like to cause trouble."
"True, but only if I have a sufficient reason to. With you guys, I have more than enough but the main one is Kol." She caught a glimpse of something in the corner of her eye, making her grin widely it looked almost painful. "Anyway, it was nice to meet you and all but I've got a jaw to break."
She grinned proudly as she walked side by side with Sheriff Forbes, every student; every teacher was staring at her in confusion and wonder. Not many would go up to a person like Baby Gilbert, or someone of his size anyway, and break his nose on their first day. That little act of rebellion got her expelled within the hour and almost got her arrested. Fortunately, she used the excuse of 'you didn't arrest him for killing Kol' to get out of that. It was rather fun watching the sheriff squirm at her double standards.
The sheriff was explaining, in a quite coded language, not to use the supernatural happenings against anyone otherwise bad things could happen. She could be attacked, killed or worse; changed. For someone who had a vampire for a daughter and constantly associates herself with vampires, she did not like the idea of changing into one. She made it out as if it was a bad thing, being immortal.
It was not though, not really. If you were not too bothered about killing to survive, the natural way of things, then you were set to go. To charlotte, neither the killing nor the blood was a problem. IT was the idea of being alone forever. Sure, you would end up with your sire for a few years, a couple of decades if you are lucky but you would soon get bored and annoyed with them and want to be on your own. That would be fun for a while but then when you least expect it, the humanity would kick in thus igniting the loneliness.
She sighed silently, pushing her white curls out of her face just as the two of them came to her police cruiser. Liz turned to the teenager frowning at something behind her but before she could turn to see what, the elder started talking.
"Stay out of trouble, okay? You're new, don't attract more attention than you can handle." Charlotte turned her head discreetly until she could see what Liz was looking at. There sat crossed-legged on the bonnet of her car was the reason for the majority of the supernatural shit going on in the small town; Klaus.
"How does one stay out of trouble in mystic falls?" She smirked over at the elder woman.
"Don't get involved in anything supernatural, if you value your life anyway."
"Come now sheriff, I wouldn't let her hurt herself, nor would I let anyone else." Liz narrowed her eyes at the blonde original hybrid. She didn't like his casual tone, nor the underlying protective one.
"Why do I find it hard to believe?" He chuckled.
"Because you don't like me." Charlotte snickered under her breath.
"I wonder why that is (!)"
"Come on, love. I can be good if I wanted to." His sea blue eyes held a cheeky, mischievous glint in them that just could not be anything good… depending on what you class as good, of course.
"I bet you could."
"I give up!" Liz exclaimed, waving her hands in the air a little in exasperation before getting inside the car the two of them stood beside. The sheriff gave the albino girl a look of something between disgust and pity. The pity confused the girl but she did not have long to contemplate as the car pulled away. It would have knocked her over if Klaus had not of pulled her back.
"I wonder what her problem is." He hummed in her ear, making her realize how close they actually were to each other. Her back pressed against his chest, his hands on her hips and his chin rested on her shoulder. No wonder Liz looked disgusted; they looked like a couple. "That's her problem." She sighed.
"What is, love?" She pushed herself away from the hybrid with another sigh before turning around to glare at him. He looked so self-assured, arrogant, as if he knew how he made her feel. She hated it and feared it. She had to fight every instinct that said move towards him. She had to force her body not to move towards him.
"Stop it, Klaus."
"What?" He asked innocently, too innocently. He looked as adorable as a kitten. She bit her lip to not 'aww' at him.
"You know what."
"Let's celebrate." He said, smirking cheekily.
"Celebrate what? You realizing you're an annoying dick?" He chuckled.
"No, if what Rebekah says is true, your quick expulsion."
"Damn you Rebekah, damn you to the darkest depths of hell." She mumbled, before nodding throwing him her car keys.