Charlotte flipped through a copy of her book while humming "Stayin Alive" by the Bee Gees. Klaus walked into the library (still in Tyler's body) and gave her a look.

"I've gotta say, Klaus. It feels good not to be dead, well, completely dead."

"You're rather chipper today, aren't you, love?" Klaus responded. Charlotte sighed and dramatically closed her book, throwing it across the room.

"Don't talk like that in Tyler's body. Ew. It sounds so weird." Charlotte stood up. "I know you've got eyes on Mystic Falls. What's going on over there?"

"You know very well I'm not going to tell you. However, you may be in luck after all, dear Charlotte. I've got a meeting with your dear friend Bonnie Bennet. I can slip right into my old body and, well, after that, who knows what will happen?"

"You mean we- I -can go back to Mystic Falls?"

"After a while, maybe. Anyway, I'd better be off!"

And Klaus was out of the room.

Charlotte gave a frustrated scream. She was all ready sick and tired of being stuck with Klaus. Her family thought she was dead, she had no idea if Elena was okay, and she was stuck in a house with Klaus. He had compelled her not to leave unless her said otherwise. She stood up and began to panic. She was sick of this! She took book after book and threw it to the ground, knocked over meaningless decorations, through Klaus's brandy to the ground and let it shatter. Her frenzy was interrupted with a call from Klaus.

"What the hell do you want?"

"That's not very nice for someone who gets to come home."

"What?"

"Change of plans. There's a bit of a crisis on our hands. Someone's rounding up the vampires of this town. I need your help."

Charlotte hung up the phone and rushed to Mystic Falls. She was able to track Klaus- he reeked of dog and she had been in the same house as him for hours. She walked in on Caroline and him making out.

"Am I interrupting something?"

Caroline's eyes widened and rushed her into a tree, enveloping her in a massive hug.

"How are you alive?" Caroline asked. Charlotte gave an unsure grimace and looked past Caroline To Klaus and gave him a look. "Wait-" Caroline looked back to Klaus/Tyler. "You just called me 'love,'"

"That's what I like about you, Caroline. You're so much more than a pretty face." Charlotte made a gagging gesture.

"Oh my God! You're Klaus! That's disgusting!"

"Talk about it," Charlotte remarked.

"Put Tyler back!" Caroline shouted.

"Gladly. Then maybe I'll take you up on your offer for some hot hybrid sex."

"Ew."

Klaus walked away before beckoning Charlotte to join him.

Caroline and Charlotte followed Klaus to the infamous witch house. Inside they saw Jeremy and Bonnie. "She said she's not strong enough."

Jeremy looked up expect just Tyler/Klaus. Then he saw his sister, whom he assumed was dead.

"Lottie!"

"It's been a day, Jer." Charlotte replied mockingly.

"The family reunion can wait! Bonnie, you were strong enough to put me in here. Surely, you're strong enough to get me out."

"I upset the spirits trying to save Elena. I can't use that kind of magic again. It's too dangerous."

"Trying to save Elena from what?" Charlotte asked.

"Bonnie, do the bloody spell!" Klaus shouted.

Caroline was always the voice of reason. "She can't, okay? Wait a few days and she can use traditional magic."

Then Klaus, the ever unpredictable, ripped off his shirt and extended claws.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Ripping Tyler's heart out. I'll jump into someone else." He looked at Jeremy. "Maybe you."

This made Charlotte pounce. Threatening Jeremy crossed the line more than anything. She tried to go for his arm, to rip it off or something else incredibly dramatic, but he drew back his other hand a swiped across Charlotte, giving her some sick scratches. She winced back and Jeremy grabbed her.

"It's okay," he told her. "He's bluffing. He needs a witch to do that."

"What makes you think I don't have one? Or ten? Pick, Bonnie! You or Tyler!" He had almost nearly torn out Tyler's chest.

"Stop, please! You're killing him!"

"Okay! I'll do it!" Bonnie shouted.

"Good. Let's begin."

She began the spell.

"This is black magic. She shouldn't be doing this."

"Sorry, Jer. But unfortunately I don't think she has a choice."

Then Bonnie starts freaking. Panicking. Then she stops.

"What have I done?"

The next thing Charlotte did was go to the Salvatore's home. They deserved to, you know, think she wasn't actually dead. She breezed in dramatically, letting her presence known, and Stefan, Damon, and Elena looked up at her.

Well, what looked like Elena. But she reeked of vampire, and had a fresh look of menace in her eyes. Katherine. Just when you think you've gotten rid of the bitch. She raced her into the wall.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Katherine?"

Damon came and ripped Charlotte off of the girl.

"Charlotte, great to see you aren't dead. I can only assume that means Klaus isn't dead, which I guess is unfortunate, but nonetheless. This isn't Katherine."

Charlotte looked between the familiar face and Damon. Then in dawned on her.

"I'm dead for a few hours and my sister gets turned." She spoke in a dangerously low voice. When Charlotte's yelling, you're safe, because she's always yelling. But when she's quiet? You better worry.

She looked between the two Salvatores. Who was more likely to turn her beloved, innocent sister into something Charlotte wouldn't wish on anyone?

Damon. He tried it once. He'd try it again.

Charlotte looked at Damon with a fire in her eyes. She looked at the thing closest to her, a glass of bourbon, and picked it up, throwing it directly at Damon's head.

When he was distracted, Charlotte grabbed the closest wooden thing and rushed Damon into the wall, the stake millimeters away from his chest. Dangerously close to his heart.

"You killed my sister. Now I'm going to kill you."

Damon actually held a look of fear in his eyes.

Charlotte felt someone from behind her, pinning her arms behind her. Stefan.

"Let me go!" Charlotte shouted. "He killed her! He turned her."

Damon pulled the thing out of him and stumbled up.

"I didn't kill her, Rambo," Damon said. "It was Rebekah. The good Doctor Fell gave her some of my blood which she forever reason had."

"You're lying!" Charlotte shouted at him.

"He's telling the truth, Lottie."

Lottie. It had been a while since Charlotte had heard that.

Charlotte softened. Stefan released his grip. Charlotte charged towards Elena, this time to tackle her into a hug.

"I'm going to kill Rebekah," she whispered softly. "What happened?"

"I was in the hospital and Meredith gave me blood. Then when Matt was driving me back to Mystic Falls, Rebecca was in the road on Wickery Bridge-"

"That bitch," Charlotte spat.

"And we went in the water. Stefan was there though, but I told him to save Matt first. Then I died."

Charlotte had a million thought going through her mind. How she was going to exact revenge. How she was going to teach her sister to deal.

But her first thought was making Elena know that nothing had changed between her and Charlotte.

"Well, then. It looks like we've got a lot to do."

Of course, everything regarding Elena had to be a fucking argument. It was like pulling teeth to have Charlotte have any autonomy over her sister. I mean, it's not like Charlotte owned Elena or anything, but she sure had a lot more of a right to dictate Elena's well-being the Stefan or Damon. And for the first time in what seemed like forever, besides the screw Elijah part, Elena and Damon actually agreed.

"Name one vampire who didn't kill someone when they started. She needs to feed from animals."

"How well did that work for you, Stefan? As if you're one to talk about the best way for Elena to feed." Charlotte remarked. Elena was not going to become another Stefan.

"I gotta agree with Blondie on this one," Damon remarked.

"Stefan, you're one of the most dysfunctional vampire I've ever met."

"Charlotte, you killed an entire restaurant of people on your second day as a vampire," Stefan replied.

"And you've killed entire villages of people, Stefan. I've never killed anyone while feeding unless I wanted to. I don't accidentally kill. Elena won't either. Damon and I are the best people to teach her."

"Damon and Charlotte, a team as always. You know what will happen if Elena kills someone. She won't be able to forgive herself. She'll go crazy."

"Don't treat me sister as if she's something fragile you need to protect. That's sexist and demeaning towards Elena. If she kills someone, she'll bounce back. She's not a glued together piece of China."

Unfortunately, Damon's and Charlotte's argument fell to dead ears. Stefan took Elena out hunting- for animals. Fucking fantastic.

"Damon, why don't I get to teach my sister how to vampire? Why does Stefan get to?"

"Because you aren't sleeping with your sister." He threw back his drink.

Liz came to sit next to Damon. But that was Ric's seat. Damon made her move.

Damon was talking about the "faulty gas leak" that killed Pastor Young and dozens of members of the council. Charlotte always hated Pastor Young. In fact, she'd always hated religion, but her family's church specifically. He was a bigoted has whom Charlotte had known for a fact hated vampires. He had a Jim Jones quality. Charlotte had no doubt in her mind that he had caused it.

Then some Connor guy rushed in to talk to the Sheriff. And that was that.

"I hope Elena doesn't expect me to go to his damn funeral. Especially after kidnapping my sister and my friends. That asshole is better off in hell."

Damon could raise his glass to that.

While everyone was at the church mourning the death of one person, Charlotte was eagerly planning the death of another. Rebecca. She would probably be hiding out in her damn brother's house.

"Charlotte, how lovely to see you."

"Where is the bitch?" Charlotte growled as she breezed past Klaus.

"I can only assume you meant my sister. Yes, I heard about that little mix up with Elena."

"I'm going to kill her."

"How do you plan on that? Although I applaud your passion," Klaus laughed.

"I don't know! I'll find a way. I know she's here. Tell me where she is."

"I don't know where she is. I already cut ties with her. If you find her, be sure to tell her that she's still dead to me."

"I won't have to. She'll be dead to everyone."

Klaus couldn't help but laugh at the young girl's rage. But he knew she wouldn't stop. And she couldn't kill Rebekah. And Bekah was quite prone to killing things that try to kill her.

Klaus grabbed her by the wrist and began to compel Charlotte.

"You're not going to try and kill Rebekah. You're going to let it go."

While the compulsion worked anyway, Charlotte ripped her hand out of Klaus's. "Why do you care, anyway? I thought she was dead to you."

"Because you can't kill her, and if she tries, she'll kill you. And you're to entertaining for me to let that happen," he smirked.

"The charmer as always."

But Charlotte knew that she and Klaus had a sort of understanding, even though they couldn't stand each other.

"Want a drink?" Klaus offered.

"What kind?"

"Both."

"You know I'll never refuse a free drink,"

Klaus grinned. He liked Charlotte. Sometimes. He strolled over to his bar and took out a few glasses. "What's your poison?"

"Vervain," Klaus didn't think her joke was funny, but he grinned anyway. "Today's a Belvedere day."

"Where's the rest of your posse?"

"At a funeral for some cult leader," Charlotte replied as Klaus handed her a drink.

"Oh, the good Pastor," Klaus replied. "You didn't go?"

"Turns out you were right. Elena's now a vampire, immortally fighting between those two idiots. And I don't want to go to a funeral and have her sitting between them. Hell, she fed off of Damon. She confessed that to me. Not even I've fed off someone, and I'm a kinky little shit."

Klaus shrugged. "I've lived a long time. I call things like I see them. Now, how about a real drink? Samantha? Arianna?"

Two beautiful girls emerged.

"You have live-ins? That's kind of grody."

"I treat them well. Who would you like?"

After Klaus and Charlotte finished feeding, Charlotte got a text that caused her to roll her eyes-until she looked at it.

"Fuck."

"What is it, love?"

"Tyler was shot at the funeral. All hell is breaking loose. Some hunter."

Klaus raised his glass as Charlotte left.

Everyone wanted to light lanterns in the graveyard. And Charlotte wasn't feeling it. Stefan went to hand her a lighter and a lantern, and she just put her hand up in objection. But they pushed her, so she had to be spiteful. Charlotte's emotions had been very, well, fragile lately.

"Let's see. Mom and Dad. Jenna. Alaric. Jeremy, several times. Elena. Me. All those people I killed in Richmond. All those people I killed on N'Orleans. All those people I killed in Texas. And to all the people I'm going to kill. And to all the people that will die not from me. Fucking god bless."

And Charlotte stormed off. That's what they deserved for pushing her.

Charlotte hadn't been talking to anyone. She was pissed. Now that Elena was a vampire, she'd been all over Stefan and Damon and Damon and Stefan had been all over Elena. She'd actually been staying at her apartment. She'd heard all the hunter drama, and she was ready just to kill him and call it a day. And she planned on it, next time she saw him. But she was still in class. Mostly at this point it was just to fuck with people. There she sat in home room, stilletto'd feet sitting atop a desk. Rebekah strolled in. Charlotte wanted to hate her, to be full of spite, but she had already "let it go."

She was talking about some party she was throwing. She came over to talk to Charlotte about it.

"I know you killed my sister."

"Yeah, but she's not dead, really, so no harm done."

"I'd kill you if I could." Rebekah shrugged.

"Are you coming tonight or not?"

"Free booze and a chance to break a dumb law? I'm in."

Then Rebekah and Elena got into a fight and Charlotte couldn't believe how apathetic she was. Nothing. She felt nothing.

After homeroom Charlotte decided to cut the rest of class. She called up the one person who could make her feel something, even if that something was pissed. Damon. But he didn't answer. Dick.

So she drove around and bought, well, "bought," a ton of stuff. Retail therapy. By the time she was done, it was time for Rebekah's rager. And she couldn't miss that.

She strolled in and saw all the drunk teens and rolled her eyes, envious of their emotions.

"Rebekah, hit me up with a drink?"

Rebekah did.

"Did my beloved younger sister bother to show her face around here?"

"Yeah. Threw some shade. Then she left. She didn't even stay for a drink,"

"What a fool."

Rebekah and Charlotte chat for a bit. But they mostly drink together. Once they finish their bottle, Charlotte gets a call from Damon. Whatever he had to say was far more important.

"Damon, when can we kill this motherfucker?" Charlotte says lazily. Her head was starting to hurt, but Damon was just sitting and waiting around for the perfectly witty moment to take him down. Damon intercepted him and got him with and arrow, finally. Klaus and Damon began to interrogate Connor.

"Keep up the good work, you two. I need to piss."

Charlotte stumbled out of the room and into a bathroom down the hall. She splashed water on her face, but she couldn't shake it. Her vision started darkening. She sat down on the ground, hoping she could shake it.

She could not.

Back at the ranch, Damon and Klaus continued their interrogation. After ten minutes had past, Damon began to worry for Charlotte. She would never miss something this fun. Klaus was just about to get some answers from Connor when it looked like he was about to detonate a bomb. Damon called out a quick warning before sprinting from the room. The explosion knocked him to the ground, injured. Klaus was a little scratched up, but he healed quicker. Damon was still worried about Charlotte.

Klaus gave Damon a smirk as he helped him up. He was pissed, but he enjoyed seeing the shit knocked out of Damon.

"Klaus. I know you have a soft spot for Charlotte. Help me find her."

Klaus shrugged and began wandering the halls of the hospital. They found the bathroom Charlotte had claimed she was going to. Damon breezed in and saw Charlotte on the ground, heavily breathing and quivering.

"Stay away from me," she growled. "Stay away!" She scooted as far away from them as possible. "Don't touch me. Don't hurt me."

"What the hell is going on?"

"She's hallucinating," Klaus answered. "I've seen this before. Werewolf venom. Looks like she's having quite a bad reaction to it."

"Fuck!" Damon shouted. "Will you help her?"

Klaus nodded. "I suppose, since you asked so nicely."

Klaus neared Charlotte, but she only whimpered and cried.

"No, please. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I killed you!"

Klaus knelt down next to Charlotte, holding her in place against her will.

"Please don't touch me. Why are you doing this?"

Klaus compelled Charlotte. "Charlotte. It's me, Klaus. You're going to be okay. I'm going to feed you my blood, and then you're going to have a nice, long, refreshing sleep. And tomorrow you're going to wake up and you're going to be fine."

Charlotte lazily nodded. Klaus bit into his wrist and fed his blood to Charlotte. And then Charlotte fell asleep, as soon as she muttered a soft thanks.

"You're welcome," Klaus said, then turned to Damon. "Try taking care of her, so I don't have to do this again."

Klaus really did like Charlotte. Sometimes.

"I'll take her. You take care of this mess."

And Damon couldn't protest with Klaus. Not after he just saved his best friend. Because Damon could not bear to lose another one.

Charlotte woke up in a familiar room, but not the one she was expecting. It was the one she had stayed in when she was being held "prisoner" by Klaus. She hoped she wasn't a prisoner again. She stood up and walked to the door. Unlocked, but guarded by one of Klaus's hybrids. Luckily one she didn't hate.

"Charlotte. Klaus wants to see you."

The hybrid walked Charlotte to Klaus's regal living room.

"Ah, Good Morning, Charlotte."

"Yeah, um, I'm not really sure what happened last night. Or what's going on." All Charlotte remembered was the boy, the dead boy who tortured and almost raped her.

Klaus shrugged. "Somehow you got werewolf venom in your system. And I healed you, just like I did Caroline."

"Oh, wow, well, uh, thank you," Charlotte responded. "Yeah. Thank you for that. That was cool of you."

Klaus chuckled silently at Charlotte's discomfort.

"Klaus, you've been a vampire for a while," Charlotte joked casually.

"For a bit, yes."

"Is it possible to accidentally and unintentionally flip your switch without realizing it?" Charlotte asked slowly, trying to be nonchalant because of her mortification.

"Love, you'd know if your switch was flipped. And I assure you that yours most certainly is not."

"Okay. Uh, thanks."

Charlotte didn't know anything at this point.

"Why would you even ask?" Klaus's curiosity was piqued. A little.

"I seem to be overwhelmed with apathy. Like, you just told me I almost died last night, and I couldn't care any less. Elena is struggling to become a vampire, and I just don't care. Jeremy's tooling around with a hunter, and I don't care."

"You seem to be the last one I'd expect not to care," Klaus pondered.

It was kind of weird talking to Klaus. But like Charlotte knew, and Klaus knew, they had an understanding. And Charlotte liked Klaus. Sometimes.

"Maybe I'm just done caring when people don't care about me," she said softly.

Klaus suddenly felt immensely for Charlotte. Klaus knew the feeling. He knew the feeling of craving to be loved, when it seemed no one cared about him.

He didn't know how to respond. So he didn't.

"Not that you're my therapist. I've gotta go, Klaus. Thanks again for last night." And then she giggle at how silly that sounded. "Yeah, thanks for last night, Klaus," she added in sarcastic flirtaciousness.

And with that, Klaus made a split second decision. He grabbed her and rushed her to a wall so he could compel her without interruption. "You're going to feel again. You're going to be happy. And you're going to forget I compelled you to be."

Yeah.

Klaus liked Charlotte.