Here's the next chapter as promised!

Please, if you feel like it, REVIEW. I am playing with the canon of the show quite heavily. I am not changing anything that we know, but just deciding the things that we do not. Hope this is not offensive to anyone at all. If I stuck hard to the things that happened/have started happening in the show since I started writing, I would basically be ripping off the show. Instead, I want to address all the things I wish we could see. Or the things that the characters don't say. That being said, feedback would be the best!

-Lisolotte

"What are you going to do?" Caroline asked Charlotte in between bites of ice cream. They were on their third tub. After watching the Notebook, they had begun to gorge themselves. Now they were on their fourth film of the night.

Charlotte sighed. "I don't know. It is not like I can ignore the fact that he murdered Lexi. I just need to understand what happened."

"That is totally true, but what was that whole speech you gave me earlier about Klaus? People who might have done bad things, but have the potential to change and grow and become actual productive human beings?"

Charlotte huffed. "I meant what I said about Klaus."

"So, how can you not apply it to everyone you know? Don't get me wrong. I am not a fan of Damon Salvatore. At all. He used me for blood and sex when I was human. Doing something that makes him happy is very very low on my list of things to do. I would like to help you though. I would like if you realized that he sucks for your own reasons. Like that he is a horrible human being."

Charlotte ate a huge fistful of popcorn. "He did what?!"

"It's fine," Caroline said quickly. "Let's focus on other things than my damage. I mean, it isn't the only time that someone has tortured me. It happens like all the time. I get over it. I am stronger than that. I am fine. See?"

Charlotte took both of Caroline's hands in her own. "No. NO. There is no excuse for anyone ever to mistreat you. In any way. But especially when it comes to torturing and/or abusing you. You get that right? Like I don't care who we are talking about. I could even be me mistreating you and it is not okay." Caroline started to tear up. "Just because we are vampires does not mean that we are monsters, Caroline. Sure, we are different than humans. Our bodies are different and our emotions are different, sure. That doesn't mean we need to rid ourselves of morality. Humans make the choice between being good or bad. The same for vampires. It is different, but not opposite."

Caroline pulled Charlotte into a hug. "Thank you, seriously. You have no idea what it means to me to hear that. But this is getting too sad. How about we break out the tequila instead of the tears?"

"This doesn't mean this conversation is over," Charlotte said.

"Fine, sure. Sounds great. Tequila now."

Elena was staring at Charlotte and Caroline all cuddled up on the couch. She had come over to ask Caroline what she had found out from Charlotte and here she was. Elena had no idea why she was there though. And why she and Caroline were sleeping on top of each other. The tequila bottles littering the floor were a pretty big clue. Elena just couldn't understand why. Confused as to what to do, Elena picked up a few books off the coffee table and dropped them.

Charlotte and Caroline sat straight up with rumpled hair. "Uhm, hi?" Charlotte said.

"Hung over?" Elena asked.

Charlotte smiled. "Nah, vampire metabolism."

"Well, feeling up to a group strategy session? Everyone is meeting at the Mikaelsons to figure things out. No one has disturbed your notes, but it would be really nice to know what it is that you do know."

Charlotte ran her hand through her hair, "Alright sounds good. But I know like nothing."

Charlotte was sitting in the Mikaelson living room in the dress that she had stolen out of Caroline's closet last night. Caroline told her that she had bought it for a school dance but never ended up wearing it. It was pink and glittery and made her feel like a princess when she had first put it on. Now, she felt kind of silly.

Everyone was just waiting around, hoping someone else would start.

Elijah took that moment to make it very clear that everything does not stay in Vegas. "Well, Charlotte, would you do us the pleasure of telling us exactly what you have figured out in the process of papering our ballroom floor or has your debauchery exhausted you that much?"

Charlotte coolly met Elijah's gaze. "No need to get snippy because one of us took a break to have some fun. That's all it was. A little harmless fun. No need to get so testy." Elijah simply stared back at her.

"This is fun," Kol added.

"Really, Kol? Maybe you should shut up," Rebekah responded.

"Maybe Charlotte could just tell us what she had found out," Klaus added.

"Why does everyone think I have found something out?" Charlotte asked. "I haven't found anything out."

"All that paper and you don't know a thing?" Rebekah asked exasperated.

"I know plenty of things, Beks. I just don't know who is behind this."

"How about a nice info dump, then?" Damon asked.

Charlotte looked conflicted. "I know that you killed Lexi. Which matters a lot to me because she was related to me. By related to me I mean that she was the direct descendant of me and Elijah through our daughter."

Damon looked ashamed.

"Who is Lexi?" Elijah asked.

"Alexia Branson," Stefan responded. "She was my best friend in the world. Damon murdered her."

"Damon's list of positive attributes just keeps growing," Elijah responded and sipped the drink he had poured himself to get through this conversation.

"I also know that Ayanna cursed Elijah so that his descendants would only produce female heirs and at that they would only have one child. She did it to kill the Mikaelson name," Charlotte paused here. "She cursed him to punish him for his abandonment of me. She didn't realize how it would only affect me. Whole keeping my child a secret thing." Here she rolled her eyes. "I also know that Meredith Fell is also related to me. That is how I know her. We're related. I like to keep tabs on my descendants."

Charlotte stretched her arms over her head enjoying the looks of confusion blossoming slowly on the faces of everyone in the room. "What? I know things, guys. I also now know that Faye Salvatore, older sister of Damon and Stefan Salvatore, is still alive. She was presumed dead by Damon and Stefan while they were still human and then by me and Kol back in the teens. Kol was majorly in love with her. She is being held hostage by this real bad seed named Claude who has a major bone of contention to pick with Kol, hence the hostage situation. It was Faye's 'death' that caused Kol to go into a major emotional spiral that I comforted him through. This caused Klaus to think that I was sleeping with Kol which caused him to stake Kol which is a major problem. That is also why you recognize me, Stefan. You met me briefly when you were young and human."

"You were friends with Faye. That's right. Wait, what?" Stefan responded.

"It's okay, cutie. Don't worry your hero haircut. I will explain later. The point is that I know plenty of things. What I don't know is what is going on with us. I cannot figure out what kind of enemy it is that we all have in common. I fly pretty under the radar. Very few people know about me, let alone about my abilities. Whoever this is, they are smart as hell."

"Not helpful, Kitten," Klaus said.

Charlotte made a face of mock shock. "Oh, you must have caught me in the wrong mood. I am not feeling really helpful right now."

"No need to bring out the claws."

"I am going to talk to Tatia. I don't want to, but it seems like it is my only choice because apparently no one else can get anything done."

"Not for lack of trying, sweetheart," Klaus said. "You just happen to have a specific set of skills that are perfectly attuned to getting information. We are terribly jealous."

"That is why you daggered me?!" Kol asked.

"Mistakes might have been made," Klaus responded.

"I didn't sleep with her," Kol insisted.

"Believe me, I know now. Got a talking to from Charlotte all about it when I picked her in Vegas."

"Yes, Vegas," Elijah dry remarked from his spot in front of the windows.

"To be clear, Elijah," Charlotte said standing up. "I did sleep with Damon. So that there is no confusion there."

The glass in Elijah's hand shattered and he dropped the remaining pieces of glass in his hands.

"Don't worry, Elijah. I don't plan on doing that again." Damon growled from his side of the room.

"Isn't this great?" Charlotte asked. "It's like we're getting the band back together."

"What is wrong with you?" Rebekah asked.

"What can I say?" Charlotte responded. "I'm angry, Rebekah. I am an incredibly angry person right now. In fact, I would say that my anger is fairly CONSUMING ME." Charlotte paused for a moment to calm herself. "So, I am sorry that I am not feeling like a particularly nice person right now. I could go into hiding and abandon you all to the will of the person who is attacking us. Each man for his own. But I am not. So, you should be a little grateful. Every single one of you has done something incredibly selfish and hurtful in your life. I have to. The difference is that I have the good grace to try and atone for the things that I have done. I cannot say the same about certain people here. Try a little self-reflection." Charlotte stood up and dusted off her dress. "Now, if everyone will excuse me, I have a date with my dearly departed sister. If no one minds, I will retain use of the ballroom for such an activity." She leveled her gaze on Elijah when she said, "I hope everyone understands why I need privacy for this."

Klaus's phone pinged as she was doing this. "That might not be necessary, love. It seems that I have a name for you: Simon. No need to bring Tatia in quite yet."