"We need to find out some things. Meredith's grandfather may give us some answers, but since you're so clued up on the Evil of the Vampire world, we thought you might know something?" Stefan frowned sulkily at her.

But Charlotte was still dealing with what he had said before. She hadn't of course expected her brothers just to lie down and take the murders going on around the town- but she was still shocked. And interested. How were they planning on killing an Old One? You can never kill one. Not unless you had some secret 'Old One' Killing Power, or you were an Old One yourself.

"So? Can you help?" Stefan asked, hopefully- his green eyes twinkling at her.

Damon just stood in the corner of the room- staring straight at her.

"About an Old One?"

Lie- her mind told her.

But she decided to tell it to them straight.

"You'll get killed anyway. But you need a victim of some sort, one that's remembered the vampire and not been mind-boozled," she simply said.

"And you know one of these people?"

She glared at him.

"I'm not stupid, Stefanie. You think I leave people remembering who I am?"

Stefan sighed angrily.

"What else do you know?"

"Hmmm...well you need the ability to pull a scary face. That rules out you," she smiled sweetly. "Have you thought about ballet lessons?"

"What?!" Stefan screeched as Damon laughed.

"You'd be seriously good. I know, I know- I'm never giving you compliments, but this time, even I can't deny it. You'd make a smashing ballerina," she said.

Damon laughed.

Stefan looked plain pissed.

"Stop avoiding the subject. I would not make a good ballerina-"

"Tutu," she said, overlapping him.

"-and I know you know what to do to kill an Old One so-" he continued.

"Ballet flats!" she said, twirling.

"But seriously, you're gonna get killed. Are we finished now?" she asked impatiently.

"You need to stop this, Charlotte. This mean thing that you've become," Stefan pleaded.

"I have nothing to stop, Stefan. Life's shit, deal with it," she shrugged, glaring at him coldly. "Now goodbye."

Charlotte turned to leave the room, but Ginger Girl was staring at her in fear. Hmmm, time for some fun?

"Boo," she blew in the girl's face, and Ginger Girl screeched and jumped backwards.

Charlotte threw her head back and laughed all the way down the stairs- ignoring her prissy brother Stefan's snort of disgust.

There wasn't much that Charlotte could do- she realized that as she walked back to the house. Apart from laze around in front of the TV, there was nothing but extreme boredom waiting to slap her in the face.

"At least try, little sister," a voice said.

She wasn't spooked. Damon's voice had stopped spooking her since she was six and he was nine when she had kicked him in his Mini Missus after he sneaked up on her.

"Try what, Damon? Be like Stefan? No thank you," she said to him. He had appeared in front of her, blocking her path.

"Not be like Stefan. Just help us," he said, barely a smirk on his lips. Wow, things must be serious.

"And why are you so interested in this thing?" she asked him, raising her eyebrows.

Damon didn't answer back.

"Wait...is this for Stefan?" Charlotte teased. "Aww, Damon's gone all bg brothery on both siblings.

Damon glared at her coolly, but he looked serious.

"He'll get himself killed. Aren't you bothered by that?"

"Hmmm. Stefan won't get anywhere with his 'research'. This hidden Power won't bother with his petty plans to ambush them," Charlotte shrugged.

She knew that wasn't true. But she masked her thoughts from Damon. Klaus was hers to deal with.

Yeah, I know it's really short- but I'm having health problems right now. Could have diabetes! Holy frick! :-S Please forgive me, but hopefully I'll be better enough to start writing. Won't be that long, promise. Oh, and tell me what you want to happen in the story! I want to know what ALL you guys think!