The Incredible Existence Of Charlotte Gilbert
"Hey, are we going to see Stefan?" Charlotte asked when she saw her sister in the dining room drinking coffee.
"No." Elena replied shortly.
Charlotte frowned, "why not?"
"Because we aren't." Elena snapped, exiting the kitchen.
Charlotte felt like she'd just been slapped, "bitch," she mumbled.
Charlotte concentrated on the glass filled with orange juice in front of her. "Glass-o break-o" she tried, wanting to do what Genevieve did in her vision.
"Uh!" she shouted, getting frustrated, she'd been doing this for an hour, and still no luck.
Charlotte winced at the cracking noise she heard, a smile crept onto her face; the glass had broke.
"Hmm, now what..." she looked all over for inspiration. "Bonnie!" she yelled, running up the stairs where she knew Elena was.
"Can I borrow your car?" she asked, not opening the door to their room.
"No."
"Okay, I'm gonna' go then." Charlotte practically flew down the stairs to retrieve Elena's keys, then went straight out the door.
"Bonnie?" she asked, knocking on the door to Sheila Bennett's house.
"Hey... what are you doing here?"
"I need your help." Charlotte replied simply, sliding into the house, then running up to Bonnie's room.
Bonnie followed the younger girl up the stairs, "so, what's up?"
"I have these dreams, but they aren't dreams, they're like flash backs. Then yesterday at the carnival I got this weird vision that made me pass out... in the vision I saw my look alike/act alike thing, Genevieve, and she had these really cool powers... I think I do too, I broke a glass this morning."
Bonnie laughed, "are you sure it wasn't from your screaming?"
Charlotte scowled, "seriously Bonnie, I don't know what to do."
"Well, let's go ask my grams."
Charlotte sighed, "okay."
"Ah, Charlie Gilbert," Sheila mused, looking at how small this girl still was since the last time she saw her.
Charlotte nodded, "so, what am I?"
Sheila laughed, "you're a witch, like Bonnie, except, you're body's not large enough to store all the power, so it lets out sometimes, like in your visions or dreams... you're part witch, as you get older, you'll develop more."
Charlotte shrugged, "well, where do I get these powers from?"
"You were adopted. Charlotte Marie Riley-"
Charlotte's face went white, "Genevieve." she felt like she was going to be sick, "thank you, but I have to go."
Charlotte wiped the tears off her face, trying to drive with her eyes all blurred. She wasn't even acknowledging the fact that Bonnie was a witch too, she'd come to terms with that later.
She pulled into the long drive way of the boarding house, slamming the car door shut. She knocked on the front door, then just walked in, "Damon!" she shouted, falling to the ground.
"I'm sorry... wow, you-" a pretty blonde woman started, but was cut off,
"I'm not Genevieve," Charlotte whispered, standing up, she took a deep breath. "I'm Charlie, Elena's younger sister."
"I'm Lexi."
Charlotte politely dodged Lexi, heading upstairs to find Damon. "Damon?" she asked, entering the bed room she knew was his.
Damon sighed, sitting up in his bed. He wondered why this kid always was at his house before ten in the morning. "Jail bait." he acknowledged.
"Huh?" she asked, not getting why he'd call her that. "Never mind... explain, now."
"Explain what?" Damon asked, pretending not to know.
"Sheila Bennett just told me I was half witch but not full because my body's to small to store power," Charlotte rambled until she thought she was going to pass out from not breathing.
"Shh," Damon tried to calm down the frantic fifteen year old. "Sit down," he commanded.
Charlotte sat, which surprised Damon, normally she was all defiant. "So, you're a witch? yes. You're body is super small? yes. We have a theory, that Genevieve was a witch, who got pregnant, then turned into a vampire before the baby was born... you're the product of that."
"But how? I would've died by then."
"No, it's like passed down through that generation."
"Oh... so was I adopted?" she asked.
"Yes, but Elena really is your sister. "
Charlotte sighed, "good." she lay backwards on Damon's bed, "I wish everything wasn't so twisted."
When Charlotte got home, she noticed Bonnie's car parked beside her drive way.
"Bonnie? 'Lena?" she called, searching for her sister's friend or her sister.
"Upstairs." Elena shouted.
Charlotte entered her bed room to see Bonnie sitting with Elena on her bed. "So... " she trailed off, sitting down on the other bed in the room.
"You okay?" Elena asked, noticing how freaked out her sister seemed. Bonnie told her about what happened, but she wasn't quite sure what to think about it.
"Did uh, did Bonnie tell you?" Charlotte asked.
"Sort of. Are you sure you're okay? You look, afraid."
"I'm not, I just, hey are you going to Caroline's party? I don't think I will... Damon called me jail bait." Charlotte finally blurted out at the end what was bothering her.
Elena laughed, "you find out you're some freaky tiny witch, and you freak out about Damon calling you jail bait? You're..." Elena stopped when she saw the look on her sister's face.
"Charlie, you're fifteen, he's twenty four... does any more need to be said? It's illegal for one, for two, you're way little-"
Charlotte cut her off, "Why does everyone keep freaking calling me that!" she screamed walking out the door, slamming it behind her.
She grabbed her purse from the kitchen before leaving the house, tears were streaming down her face, causing the little bit of mascara she wore to run. She walked down to the closest gas station, then went inside to buy a bottle of vodka.
The man at the counter looked at her questioningly, "you know fake ID's are illegal, right kid?"
Charlotte shrugged, "are you gonna' let me buy it or not?"
The man sighed, "don't tell anyone." he ground out through clenched teeth, looking around to see that no one else was in the store.
"Thanks." Charlotte smiled, tucking the bottle in her purse.
She ended up at the graveyard, sitting at her parent's grave. She drank the vodka, until she felt herself dazing off.
Rain started to pour, waking her up. She frowned, looking at where she was. She forced down more vodka, then started walking.
Thankfully for the 'gang' she ended up at the Grille. "Charlie?" Stefan hissed, grabbing her arm.
"Hey, Elena's... I'm drunk... shh." Charlotte giggled, leaning into Stefan so she wouldn't fall over.
"I can see that." he mumbled, pulling out his cell phone, until a hand snatched it away, "hey-"
"I've got her." Damon said, pushing Stefan away.
Charlotte looked at Damon, her big hazel eyes getting bigger, "Damon, you... you're." she stared at him in awe.
Damon smirked at the hormonal drunk little girl, "let's go," he took ahold of her arm, "no," she whined, trying to get away.
"Yes." Damon mocked, pulling on her.
Charlotte's eyes flashed, suddenly she became defiant. "I'm not going with you."
"Yes you are," Damon wasn't fazed, he picked up the petite girl, throwing her over his shoulder, then walking out the double doors.
"Put me down!" she slurred, punching his back with her little fists.
Damon smacked her thigh, "enough."
Charlotte fought Damon the entire way he carried her back to her house, mumbling incoherent words. "Alright, here we are," Damon sat her down on her feet, opening the door, "Elena," he greeted with a mock smile.
"Is she?" Elena asked.
"Very, enjoy." Damon pushed Charlotte forward into Elena's arms. Then before she could say anything, he flashed away.
AN: This chapter, is IDK... They're wrong about what they think Charlie is, and I cut this chapter short because I had to put my sister to be... The rest of it will be continued into the next episode. I think. Let me know what you think, Charlie is an emotional teenager, so, she's a handful, to say the least. LOL, review please.
