Hey guys! Thanks for your wonderful reviews. I passed my English Writing exam! We had to sit in silence and write a short story in a limited amount of time, and I got FULL marks! OMG, sorry, but I NEVER get grade 1's! That's an A in America though. :D But I need to give all you guys the hugest thank you in the world, without your support, I would never get these stories up and then I probably would have failed because I never had any writing practice! So THANK YOU!!
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Klaus vampire-ran all the way to some sort of house next to the woods. Within seconds they were standing next to a bed- which was strange as she had never really thought Klaus slept much. It was a plain bed, with a single mattress, pillow and cover.
He plonked her down on it and lay beside her- staring.
Charlotte had no idea what she was doing by that point, she didn't exactly know what to do anymore- he had fucked up her mind like unclean bed sheets fucked up Stefan's and no women fucked up Damon's. He seemed to be controlling her a little bit, and she didn't like that. But she couldn't deny that she wanted him.
Then Klaus moved so that he was on top of her- staring down. The contrast between his bright electric blue eyes and his pale skin made him look rather scary- even to a vampire.
The corner of his lip hitched up in a crooked smile, and he placed his finger on her cheek and stroked downwards in a gentle caress. Charlotte closed her eyes for a moment.
When she opened them, Klaus was smiling down at her, and his lips came down to hers in a gentle kiss.
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Two hours later, she lay in bed with him- going over what she'd just done. Klaus had- of course- been amazing, but who wouldn't after thousands of years of women experience? Yeah, duh.
He lay beside her, quite smug. But yeah, he's a man- and he'd just got some action, so it was er...a very predictable reaction.
Charlotte had no idea how to feel. Should she regret it? Or have sex with him again? Her old self would have dreamily done whatever Klaus wanted, but now Charlotte was in control. Klaus could not influence her and make her do anything- he just didn't have that hold over her anymore. He was an Old One though, and that meant that he could do whatever he wanted to her- but she would be in control enough to protest.
Then her brothers came to her mind. They were absolute napkins- but Klaus was plotting to kill them. She couldn't let that happen. If anyone was ever going to kill them- it would be her.
"Klaus?" she asked, although it came out more of a sigh as she was exhausted.
"Yes, my love?" He turned his head toward her, and smiled indulgently at her.
"Why are you planning to kill my brothers?"
He lost his smile, and glared coldly at her.
"Why not?"
Charlotte sat up in bed- and his eyes followed her body as it moved, a small smile on his face.
"So, all these years pass by. And you just want to kill them, for no reason?"
Klaus didn't reply.
And then it hit her.
Katherine was dead because of Stefan and Damon. She was no longer walking the earth as a vampire, she had been a pile of ashes on the ground of Charlotte's home. Klaus had said that he had found Katherine, he had spent time with her. Rather than Charlotte- who he never went back for.
"This is for her, isn't it? This is for Katherine?" she said angrily.
Klaus just looked at her- no expression on his face.
"Did you love her?"
Silence.
She sat up and started grabbing her clothes- luckily they were easy and quick to get on.
"I did not love her," Klaus said, sitting up in bed- putting his hands on his knees, his pale six-pack very plain to see.
"You loved her enough. Enough to kill people that didn't even have all that much to do with her death."
"That Elena girl killed her, but if your brothers had never put her there in the first place, Katherine would have never been killed. And when did you find out that Katherine didn't die in your home, but here a few months ago?"
"Ever since you came to my room that night, saying that Katherine sent you. My father said she disappeared, and she ran straight to you. Then I learned about vampires and Damon and Stefan killed each other- and I put two and two together and found that Katherine must have faked her death before leaving," she angrily said while putting her black T-shirt back on.
Klaus got up from the bed, naked. Charlotte hastily looked away- no way did she want to see him like that, not ever again. She was so angry that she knew that he could sense it radiating from her body.
"I didn't love her Charlotte. But they killed her, and I need to avenge it," he said to her, not bothered about sitting on the bed naked.
"So if it was reversed- if I had died and Katherine's brothers caused it, would you avenge me?"
Klaus turned to stare at her.
"I thought not," Charlotte said blankly, then furiously stormed out of the room and into the forest again- he didn't follow her.
Charlotte wanted to go back and put a stake though his chest- but she knew that he wouldn't hesitate to kill her. She wanted to see him squirm and be mad and for her to have the upper hand for once.
Oh shit, I should have run away with his clothes- she thought.
Charlotte was angry- not upset. Plenty of boys did this- and deep down she somehow always knew that Klaus favored Katherine over her. The only thing she desperately wished was that she had killed Katherine. She had the power to- and Katherine probably knew it, perhaps part of the reason that she didn't go after Charlotte and instead focused on Charlotte's brothers. Damon was the strongest, and Stefan was the weakest. They were weaker when they were together, as Stefan was a weakness and Damon always had to protect him, or face his brother being killed.
Thingee-ma-bob, whats-her-name, Blondie girl: was she called Elena? Was that who the bastard was referring to earlier? She'd have to listen in to Stefan's mind soon to find out.
Oh, and also ask him if he was still a virgin.
Hehe, she'd enjoy that.
Charlotte walked through the forest- at normal human pace because she was exhausted- with her arms crossed over her chest. If she had been human, she'd be freezing. The cold air was blowing softly, but it was the icy kick in it that really caused the coldness. She hoped that the boys were still asleep and wouldn't be wondering where she was, as all she really wanted was to crawl into her bed. Plus, she got incredibly cranky when tired- at least more cranky than usual- and she'd probably throw one of them through the wall if they annoyed her enough.
She was nearing her house now- and she could make out the blue of the back door and the light she had left on in her bedroom. The boys would be too fast asleep to notice her absence- sucking their thumbs like little babies.
Uh-huh, precious- Charlotte thought, sarcastically.
Damon suddenly was on front of her.
No, seriously, there was no follow-up: he was just...there. Barely a whoosing sound could be heard. Fantastico.
"What?" she said, angrily, stepping past him.
He walked with her, smirking.
"Just making sure that you get home safely, like a big brother should."
She stopped and set a cold stare on him.
"What do you want Damon?"
"Why, little sister, why would you assume that I want something? But, okay to tell you the truth, I need your help."
She sighed and strutted away from him.
"I don't want to help you, asshole. I have my own life," she said.
"I'm your brother, and would it really be a big deal if you met up with everyone again? You wouldn't be bored. You can annoy Stefan as much as you want," he said, catching up with her and smirking.
She stopped. Hmmmmm.... quite a good bribe....but not good enough, Mr. Luvvy-Luver.
"I can annoy him anytime I want, I don't need your permission," she snarled.
"Oh, come now, Charlotte. You know you want to," Damon said, raising his eyebrows and smiling patronizingly. "And besides, you said yourself this town is boring, so you'd want something to do tomorrow. Come to Stefan's boarding house, tomorrow at midday."
And then he kissed her cheek before she could swat him away and take off his head.
"Fuck off Damon," she snarled, her hands changing to fists, but he was already gone.
Charlotte carried on walking back to the house, swearing loudly as she did.
The boys were all still asleep when she got in, so she took off her shirt and jeans- not bothering to wear anything other than her underwear- and crawled into bed. She was asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
