AN: I had to push on through with this chapter. Mainly because I'm excited to write the upcoming stuff. LOL. SO YEAH, CHAPTER 8 WHOOOOOOOO. This chapter is 3x16 aka 1912, but next chapter I'm quickly rushing a few episodes so I can jump right into 3x19, Heart of Darkness. Keep doing your read and review thang, readers. And yes I'm going to continue saying this, suggestions and comments are always welcomed. What you like, what you hope for, ideas you have, all that good stuff. Honestly, they help me write more, and more importantly, stay motivated to update this story on time. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own TVD, I only own Charlotte.


I'm gonna lure you into the dark
My cold desire
To hear the boom, boom, boom of your heart

- Gin Wigmore

Charlotte slowly opened her eyes to a throbbing pain in her head, and sat up. "If someone knocks me unconscious one more time I swear I will rip off their hands," She muttered to herself as she was rubbing her head.

"You know talking to yourself is first symptom of having a few loose screws in your head." She heard Damon say walking in and she quickly let herself fall back in her sheets, face down, buried inside a pillow.

"Go away." The brothers heard her grumped from the pillow.

"We're here to apologize." Stefan said, she quickly turned to her side, still lying down, but now facing them. "Right Damon?" Stefan and Charlotte both looked at him, she quirked an eyebrow as she was eyeing the two in front of her.

"Yep." Damon began, adding a popping sound at the 'p', "Plus we brought you a snack." Damon gave one of his sarcastic 'I don't really care but let's pretend I do' smiles. Charlotte looked at the tray in his hands: a plate of sugar cookies and a glass of blood. Since she was little, she would always love sugar cookies, and secretly finished them whenever a batch was made. Everyone knew how to win her over, she had a big sweet tooth. Even as a vampire she was a sucker for these cookies. Damon placed them on her nightstand and she still looked at them unsure about their motives.

"Get dressed soon we're going out for some bonding." Damon added.

"Do we have to?" She whined while biting into her cookie. "Yes." The brothers responded at the same time.


The three of them sat in a small booth at The Grill, the brother sitting together and Charlotte facing across from them. She took a sip out of her drink, and neither of them said a word. The feeling was a crash collision between awkward and tension. She roughly put her glass back down almost shattering it and stared at her brothers with daggers in her eyes.

"You two wanted to apologize, now apologize." Damon and Stefan stared at each other and back their sister with a dumbfounded expression.

"What about the blood and cookies, doesn't that scream we're sorry enough for you?" Damon asked narrowing his eyebrows. She took a second to make a 'thinking' face then shook her head, "Nope." Stefan sighed and began, "Charile, we're sorry."

"For…?" She asked still not pleased with the apology.

"Trying to kill your loony original boyfriend and not telling you about it." Damon ended the apology with his insincere but somewhat sincere smiles. She rolled her eyes knowing she had to take what she got from him.

"Now, time for some rules Charlie," Charlotte scoffed at Stefan trying to treat her like a child. "Only if I give some rules for you guys as well."

"Fair enough," Damon responded with a shrug, the brothers nodded at each other.

"Rule one: No killing the humans of this town until this murder situation is solved. Actually, no drinking from humans as well." She took a few seconds to consider their offer, she didn't know if she could control herself from killing the idiots of this pathetic little town she once called 'home'. She sure as hell couldn't control herself from drinking from one, but seems like blood bags had to suffice for the time being. It wasn't quite fair that since Stefan was quitting blood cold turkey she had to as well.

"I will agree if you agree to my first rule: No killing Kol."

"What? No no no." Damon quickly responded.

"Damon." Stefan glared at him.

"Kill Klaus, I don't give a damn, he's the one who daggered Kol and messed with my memories, but Kol? Nope. No deal."

"Fine," Stefan sighed agreeing to her terms.

"What!?" Damon snapped his head towards his little brother.

"Damon is this part where you tell me he's bad news or some crap like that? I probably would have figured it out during my few decades with him. Plus I know how to take care of myself."

"True, I mean back in the human days you may have scared a lot of suitors away, but you got a lot stronger after your incident with-" She shot Damon a glare to not even dare to say that disgusting waste of a person's name. Her dark eyes made it seem like she was going rip out his heart. Stefan elbowed Damon because he should have known that that was a touchy subject for Charlie.

"Fine. Lover boy gets to live." Damon groaned, her deathly glare changed to a smirk.

"Alright, rule number two, the last rule: You're going to participate in Miss Mystic Falls this year." She almost choked on her drink.

"What?"

"You heard him," Damon smirked, "You're going to get dolled up and look like you love this town like you were supposed to in 1864."

"Either that or we can enroll you in school here." Stefan retorted. Charlotte snorted, and tried not laugh even harder in his face, "You can't make me."

"Oh yes we can." Damon smirked.

"Fine. Now rule number two: dispose of Elena," She responded smirking at their rapid heart beat increase.

"What?" They brothers asked together.

"You heard me. I mean once you're done with killing Klaus there will be no use of Elena Gilbert"

"Dropping you when you were a baby maybe did take a toll on you." Stefan muttered, and she glared at him.

"At least cut all ties from her. I mean you're both fighting to save a girl who is destroying your relationship, constantly stringing you both on. From what I've gathered, the doppelganger seems hell bent on staying human, am I wrong?"

The brothers stayed silent.

"She's ruining both of you, worse than Katherine did." She looked down shaking her head, her head snapped back up, "You know what? Fine, don't listen to me, keeping fighting for her. Just don't say I didn't warn you guys." She winked and smiled with insincere generosity. The waitress came by and gave them their orders. Over the course of their meal the Salvatore brothers reminisced on 1912 and it's correlation to the present day murders.

"Watching the town squirm back then was entertaining." Charlotte began, taking another bite out of her burger. She looked up and saw the surprised look on her brothers' faces and smirked. Well mainly Damon, Stefan tried to give his best poker face, but the guilt was all over him.

"Oops, forget to tell you two I was there too?"

"Now tell me darling, why are we here again?"

"To celebrate, I mean mourn the death of a Salvatore." She giggled watching the townspeople walk by wearing black, as they grieve the death of a member of the founding families. Her attention on the people abruptly stopped upon picking up on two familiar voices.

"Have you been eating the relatives again?"

"Damon."

"It's been a long time brother."

She swiftly turned her position to the two Salvatores far, far away from her and Kol.

"They-they're alive." She breathed out. Kol took note of his Lottie's sudden realization and immediately saw the brothers. He scowled at them, because unlike him, they are the ones who really hurt his Lottie. His thoughts suddenly stopped when he saw Charlotte make a step forward towards them, Kol roughly grabbed her wrist to hold her back. She whipped around, with furrowed eyebrows, and deathly eyes.

"Let go of me." She gritted through her teeth, trying to get out of his tightening grasp.

"You're stupid if you think I will."

"They're my brothers. Calm down."

"May I remind you they're the ones who watched you almost die," Kol roughly pulled her back, placing her towards her brothers, and her back towards him. He began whispering in her ear, "They didn't come to save you. They saved a girl they both foolishly loved." Charlotte looked down blinking the tears away.

"Why don't you trust me," she muttered. Kol turned her around.

"I'm protecting you darling," He grinned and winked at her. Kol kissed her forehead and stayed there for a moment, "C'mon Lottie, let's get filthy drunk." She looked at him, returning the same devilish smirk he gave her, and nodded her head. Kol grabbed her hands and led her away from the crowd. They walked into an empty pub that Charlotte would go to in her human years. No one was there, probably attending the funeral, except for the bartender. His back was towards them, as he was reorganizing the bottles in the shelf in front of him.

"Don't you kids know that today is a grieving day?" He muttered.

"So why can't we grieve away with some booze?" Charlotte retorted smirking. The man froze in his spot, as if he has heard that voice before and turned around. She could hear his heart beat increase. The couple studied the man, who was staring at Charlotte. He was old, maybe in his late sixties, even his early seventies.

"C-charlote Salvatore?" He stuttered, and she laughed. "My name brings fear in this worthless town? Good."

"You don't recognize me don't you?" She quirked an eyebrow and studied the old hag.

"Of course you don't. You would never give me a second of your day back then either. I've been working at this bar since we both were teenagers." Charlotte's eyes immediately widened, she knew him, she never got around to learning his name but he was the bartender that had a crush on her. Kol was glaring at the two, his grip tightening around Charlotte's waist.

"They said you were accidently shot during the vampire round up in 1864, like your brothers. I didn't believe for a second that you were a vampire, but I guess I was wrong Charlotte. I didn't expect you to become one of those filthy vile monsters."

"I-I don't know what-" She began trying to say something in response, she felt bad. He cared for her, a lot and she didn't ever acknowledge it. But Kol cut her off.

"Please, enough with the dramatics before I rip out your jugular." The bartender grimaced at Kol, knowing he was a sick monster like her.

"To think I was actually in love with you." Ouch, that stung. Kol quickly appeared in front of him behind the bar. He gasped and took a step back.

"Too bad she's mine old man." Kol smirked breaking a glass bottle against the man's head. He began stumbling back, as Kol kneeled down to pick up a shard of glass.

"Kol! Stop!" Charlotte cried out and Kol ignored her pleas. He used the glass and jammed it in his throat, watching the blood seep out, and then proceeded to rip out the man's heart. Charlotte was furious with him. As soon as the bartender's body fell she sped up behind Kol, quickly picked up a piece of glass, and tried to stab Kol from the behind. Kol swiftly turned around and grabbed her wrist from making any contact with him.

"You think that would kill me?"

"No but I was hoping it'd hurt." She mumbled, as his grip began to feel painfully tight. He smirked at his Lottie, that's what he loved about her; she has a lot of fight in her. It makes things more interesting. Yet it can be a nuisance, whenever she wouldn't stop fighting back he had to teach her yet again on who's in charge. He quickly took the glass out of her hand and stabbed it in her palm. Charlotte's mouth opening gasping at the stinging pain, while Kol laughed walking past her.

"You need to become numb to pain in such spots darling. You're starting to come off as weak." She turned around glaring at him; he walked forward, and abruptly pulled out the glass from her hand and dropped it to the ground for it to smash into even smaller pieces. He brought her palm closer to his mouth, and began to kiss her hand, licking away the blood in the process. The blood trickled down her wrist, and Kol's kisses followed it. It was surprisingly soothing for her.

"Do we need a repeat of last time you saw someone from your human life, darling?" He murmured as his fangs peeked out and tore into her wrist. She gave a heavy sigh that was a mixture of annoyance and pleasure. "No Kol." He pulled away grinning, with her blood covering his lips.

"Good." He whispered, inches away from her mouth, and kissed her.

"So you're in love with a possessive sociopath." Stefan bluntly stated. Charlotte was looking at her hand as she stabbed the butter knife into and out of her palm, that's how she got into the habit of doing so. So was numb to it. Still looking down, she smirked at her brother, "Trust me; he wasn't the possessive sociopath in the relationship."

"She doesn't lie you know. Sometimes Charlotte was so off the rails, Kol had to be the responsible one to make sure she wasn't too far down." Rebekah said sliding into the booth, Charlotte smirked at Rebekah's.

"God why are you here Barbie?" Damon groaned, Rebekah rolled her eyes ignoring his comment. The rest of the lunch continued for the four, the brothers talked about 1912, Sage, and during that Rebekah was trying to learn more about their family's history for some odd reason. Once Rebekah was out of sight Charlotte began talking.

"I never met Sage, but I saw her there." Charlotte said playing darts with Damon.

"You did?" He asked.

"Yeah, also Damon noticed how Stefan is not surprised about any of this. That I was there in 1912, as if he knew I was," smirking at the brothers.

"Wait you knew, Stefan?" Damon questioned, confused about what's going on. Stefan just glared at his little sister, knowing she was telling the truth. The lack of blood and annoying questions were getting to him.

Kol and Charlotte walked into the tent holding hand and hand.

"I'm going to go talk to an old friend of mine, don't get in trouble." Kol whispered kissing her cheek. She watched him go up to a red head, who was just fighting in the ring earlier. She felt a jealous knot form in her stomach, not knowing who the hell this woman was and how she knew Kol. Her Kol.

"Charlotte Salvatore, still a weak little lamb." She picked up on a voice repeating that line, over and over again. She's heard that voice before, and feared it. She could feel her heart beat faster than a steam engine. She could feel herself shaking. She could feel her breath go uneasy. She could feel burning tears form in her eyes. Charlotte slowly looked around trying to look for the person speaking those taunting words. And she did. She saw dark, cruel, familiar eyes, enjoying her squirm from afar. She stared at him, and he was smirking back, drinking his whiskey.

"No, no, he's dead." She whispered. "He's dead." She whispered, trying to reassure herself, and for the time being she did. She looked back up and saw that he was gone. Charlotte felt like she was going to suffocate in there with the thought of him even potentially lurking around her. She quickly hurried out of the tent. She should have gone to Kol, but her reflex did otherwise. She was alone in the cold air, and suddenly felt multiple presences behind her. It was four men, human men. Any human her physical age would be terrified out of their wits, but she sighed a heavy breath of relief. Oh how she loathed most men, thinking that they were superior, thinking that they could scare her into doing whatever they pleased. That happened before, with one man, but that was many years ago.

"Pretty little things like you shouldn't be out here alone."

"Yeah, you can get yourself in a whole lot of trouble."

Charlotte rolled her eyes, and felt anger boil up inside of her. She turned to face the men and walked up to the four, grabbing one by the hair compelling him.

"You will shut up and not fight me."

"What the hell-" One of the guys began to say but she compelled him to follow the same orders as well. She did the same to the third and fourth man.


"Now if you parodn me Sage, I need to find my girl." Kol smirked walking passed her. He walked around looking above the crowd for his brunette beauty not paying much attention to what was around him, especially when someone bumped into him.

"Sorry," Damon muttered mindlessly not paying attention the Original in front of him. Kol smirked at Charlotte's eldest brother, he had a feeling he was never going to like him.

"No worries mate." Kol replied patting his shoulder and walking away.


Charlotte was onto the third and final man draining every ounce of life he had left and pulled away, ripping his throat in the process. She wiped the blood off her lips and onto his face, and then snapped his neck. Rather than watching the body fall like she did with the other three, she watched the person gasping at her from afar. It was Stefan, staring at her with his mouth wide open in astonishment. Stefan was just confused, and shocked. She wasn't alive, she wasn't a vampire, he just refused to believe it. He came out due to the relentless smell of blood and found his sister viciously slaughtering a group of men. Her face was just as shocked at getting caught by her brother of all people, within an instant she disappeared. Not because she sped off, because a force pushed her far into the woods against a tree.

"Have you gone mad Charlotte!?" Kol yelled at her, bearing his vampire veins and fangs. She flinched and looked away.

"And I thought you'd be amused by my feeding binge." She muttered. He slowly released his grip, "Not when you get senseless and sloppy Lottie. You're brother saw you, and leaving a trail in an anti-vampire town like this is foolish of you." He retorted condescendingly as if she was a small child. She wasn't really paying attention to it, her mind was still on who she saw, or whe she thought she saw in the tent. Something was wrong and Kol instantly saw it in her eyes.

"What's troubling you love?" His voice immediately softened, brushing her bloodstained hair out of her eyes forcing her to look at him. She snapped back to reality and smiled at him shaking her head to reassure him. "Nothing," And softly kissed him with her blood dripping lips.

"I thought I saw a ghost, I didn't believe it was you," Stefan flatly stated, he furrowed his eyebrows and his protective older brother switch was turned on, "more importantly on seeing a ghost, did you really see-"

"I don't know!" She snapped, "I saw him once that day and never again, maybe the blood lust was getting to my head, I don't know." The look on the brothers' faces looked distraught, worried, and every other damn synonym for it in the English language. At the end of the day, that's their little sister. After a certain incident, they both vowed to protect her, but they both know they failed and are feeling tremendously guilty for it a century later.

"C'mon let's go back home. Get drunk on some O-." Damon said kissing the top of her head and slinging his arm around her shoulder so he could push her out of The Grill with Stefan following. They later talked about Damon needing to help Stefan mainly because he's the reason he went on his ripper phase in the '20s. Charlotte sipped her blood bag and went up stairs. By the time she got to her room she felt her phone vibrating and smiled at the caller ID.

"I'm bored come back." She nonchalantly said. She heard chuckling on the other end, "That bad darling? What have you been up to so far?"

"Nothing really: Salvatore bonding, drinking, playing darts, kissing Klaus."

"You did what!?" He snapped, causing her to laugh at his possessiveness, "I'm just kidding. But aw, you still care about me, that's cute."

"Not funny Lottie." He stiffly responded.

"Really? Because I had a kick out of that."

"I would fight back, but I got to go. Don't get your neck snapped in my absence." He could feel her rolling her eyes on the other line. She really did have a knack for always letting someone do that to her.

"Bye Kol, love you." She said hanging up. These next few days were going to be hell for her, in this hell hole of a town.