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Chapter 2: We get on.

Klaus stood in the middle of the room with the coffins in it. Looking from Elijah's to Rebekah's wondering who to wake. It was a hard decision, almost impossible to make. Rebekah hated Elizabeth, and Elijah hated Charlotte. Rebekah loved Charlotte, and Elijah loved Elizabeth. There was such a choice to make.

And then he thought about who would be more upset with him, and he realised that it would fall to Elijah to be the most hateful, Klaus thought, after all. He had killed his girlfriend. He moved to Rebekah's coffin and opened the lid, looking down at his sister, still wearing her pretty dress that had been popular in the 20's.

He reached down and pulled out the dagger "Time to wake up, little sister" he whispered to her. He heard a sigh behind him and didn't need to turn to realise it was Elizabeth.

"She's the smarter one to wake up Elizabeth, so quit being so pouty" he told her rather harshly, showing her that she wasn't forgiven for nearly waking Elijah. He heard her walk away then, out the front door with a slam. Klaus sighed, he hadn't meant to lose his temper so easily, it just sort of happened.

It always did with him, he could kill in a heartbeat and he wouldn't know – or usually care – who he killed. He had to remain focussed around Charlotte and Elizabeth to make sure he didn't kill either of them. He'd only come close to killing them once, well… killing Charlotte.

1940 – Nazi Germany.

Charlotte stood in the middle of the large cabin, staring out the window at the snow that was falling. She had her arms crossed, that much was obvious. "Charlotte, come away from the window, if they see you in here then they'll come and we'll have to kill them all" Klaus told her, for what seemed like the 20th time that day. She still didn't move.

"I'm hungry Niklaus, can you blame me for wanting them to come in here?" she asked him, glancing back at him and seeing that he was still analysing the maps. "Besides, for what they're doing, don't you think they deserve to die?" she asked taking a step towards him, her arms still crossed. It was at this moment that a loud bang erupted, and Charlotte was thrown backwards, against the wall, blood pouring from her wound that was on her side, just below the ribs.

She stared down at the wound, putting her hand over it and gasping. Klaus jumped up and sped over to her, getting the bullet out and examining it. Wooden. "They know…" he muttered, causing Charlotte to look at him terrified "Mikael?" she asked and he shook his head "It can't be, we lost him in Chicago" Klaus muttered, the fear reaching his own voice.

It was then that people burst through the door and Klaus jammed the bullet back into Charlotte, she cried out in pain, but put on a good show, pretending to be human. Klaus began muttering to them in Russian and they tried to reply, although their Russian was terrible, luckily Klaus could understand them when they deliberated in German.

They thought she was human, they were going to help her. Klaus stood up and begged to them, speaking Russian still. "Please, help her" he pleaded, waiting for them to get close enough, there were only three guards and he easily snapped the first ones neck before feeding off the other one that was standing, as Charlotte took out the one who had come to her.

"Not Mikael then" she muttered quietly, pulling out the wooden bullet again and throwing it on the ground. She kicked the body off her and stood up "I'm so sick of waiting for your father to come kill us" she growled, kicking the body beside her again.

"Then leave" Klaus muttered, glaring at her. She looked back at him, wondering if she had perhaps misheard him. But she hadn't, and although he wasn't sincere in his offer, he sure sounded it. She glared at him "You're serious?" she asked him, awkwardly clinging to her dress, which had blood all over it. Klaus sped over to her and plunged his hand into her chest, taking hold of her head "I'm always serious" he told her, his eyes wide.

She cried out in pain and stared at him for a while, trying not to make a sound. He was about to pull her heart out when she let out a soft whimper and he realised who she was, he abruptly let go of her and took a step away, unable to keep the fearful expression off his face, but maintaining the glare.

She glared back "fine, you can just fuck yourself from now on" she growled angrily, speeding out the door. Klaus stood alone in the room that now just had the bodies of the men, and Charlotte's blood, her smell swirling around the room and in his nostrils as he closed his eyes shut tight and tried to imagine she was still there.

He breathed in her scent and raised his hand that had her blood on him and touched his first two fingers to his lips, tasting her. She had always tasted so deliciously sweet, even as a human. He remembered killing her, she'd allowed him to drain her completely after he'd fed her his blood, he remembered gripping her body and pulling them together, almost becoming one.

He remembered feeling her go limp in his arms, and having to lay her down on the cool ground, waiting for her to wake up. He remembered the fear he felt when she didn't wake up for a long time. He'd thought he had actually killed her.

While their relationship had never really been a romantic one, he loved her like his sister for a long time. And after that night back in Chicago, they'd been a lot more.

Present Day

Charlotte come up behind Klaus and took the dagger from his hand, smiling and playing with it, pressing it into the tip of her finger lightly. "Who is this from?" she asked, raising her eyebrow and smirking at him playfully. Klaus couldn't help but give her a small smirk back "Your mate… It's Rebekah" he told her, pulling the dagger back to him, cutting her finger a little.

She sucked in a breath and looked down at the small cut, she smiled at him, not doing anything as the wound had already healed over. Klaus drew in a deep breath, the sweet, apricot smell of her blood filling the air. He smirked at her and took her hand slowly, raising her finger to his lips and licking the small droplet of blood off her finger.

She tilted her head to the side, completely curious about this action. He closed his eyes the second her blood touched his tongue and his fangs came out, he moved his lips to her wrist and bit down, feeding from her now. Charlotte's reaction to this was to simply cradle his head close to her, smiling as he drank her blood. Admittedly, blood sharing between vampires was a sign of intimacy, but Charlotte and Klaus had been down that road all too many times.

He'd tasted her almost as much as she'd tasted him, and they both liked the taste of one another's blood. Charlotte smiled and leaned down to press her lips to the top of his head as he pulled back from her wrist, licking away the excess blood. She then bit down on his neck gently, taking just enough blood to heal his bite.

"Well isn't this touching" a voice muttered behind them and Charlotte turned to smirk devilishly at Rebekah. "Good to see you Bekah" she commented, stepping away from Klaus to give her a huge hug. Klaus stood, staring at his sister.

"Bekah…" he started saying, and as if she knew what he was going to say, she held a hand up "Save it Nik" she muttered before springing forward and yanking the dagger from his hand, jabbing it into his heart.

Charlotte watched rather calmly, taking a step back and opening the door to reveal Stefan standing on just the other side "Rebekah" Charlotte called to her, smiling as Rebekah looked towards her and saw Stefan. "I've brought you a present" Charlotte finished, looking at Stefan, who had an entirely confused look on his face.

Klaus flashed over to him and looked into his eyes, compellingly. "Now, you remember" he muttered and Stefan looked at Rebekah, completely shocked "Rebekah?!". Charlotte smiled, watching this reunion of sorts, Klaus moved to stand by her side and Rebekah went to Stefan's side, smiling and they talked and caught up.

Klaus looked at Charlotte "The four best friends together again" he muttered and Charlotte looked up at him. "Stefan's different now Klaus" she told him, moving back into the living room with Stefan and Rebekah.

Elizabeth stood, looking over the falls. She'd left Klaus's in a flash, she simply couldn't take the hostility he was showing towards her, not anymore. He was different, this time around. Much… more aggressive.

She supposed it was because she'd left him when he obviously hadn't wanted her to leave. She couldn't blame him for his rage, she'd gone against his will and she'd payed the price. Her hand drifted to her stomach, the skin still tender from where the dagger had pierced it. He'd hurt her again, and of course she'd forgive him. She always did. Elizabeth had always been fairly immune to Klaus's aggression, while it had scarred some people, it didn't scar her.

Of course she'd be jumpy around him, she always would. Especially if he was in a grumpy mood, but she'd be fine to touch him, to love him or to be with him like she always was. Elizabeth had loved Klaus for her entire 960 years of life. The moment she met him and he'd been gentle with her, she'd loved him entirely.

The night they met

Elizabeth walked down the cold streets of London, her dress revealing an awful lot of her breast and her shoes crunching the gravel underneath her feet. She almost hadn't heard him, but she turned at the last second to see a man standing right in front of her. She gave him a sweet smile "Good evening sir" she said, her voice as soft as velvet as she curtsied.

He gave her a devilish smile and offered his hand to her "I require your services Madame" he told her, tightening his hand around hers when she took it. He led her towards a large house, a rather fancy one it seemed and Elizabeth couldn't help but gaze up at it with wonder and awe.

He led her straight to the bedroom and began undressing himself, she thought it prudent to take her dress off, so she stripped off and stood in front of him, smiling. She liked the way his eyes gazed over her body, she liked the way that when he touched her, his cold skin made hers come up in bumps.

She just liked him. He took her face in his hands and moved in to kiss her and Elizabeth hesitated, she usually had a no kissing rule, but she simply couldn't resist his slow embrace. She closed her eyes the second his lips touched hers, they spread warmth through her body, despite their cold temperature. She hesitantly reached up and touched his face while they kissed, not minding that his cold hands were exploring the rest of her body.

It had never been like this before, Elizabeth found herself actually wanting the stranger, she'd never wanted a man before, ever. Elizabeth always thought, growing up, that she'd lose her virginity to her husband, and she'd bare his children and be happy, just like her mother was with her father. But when her father was hung for murder, it never seemed possible that Elizabeth would ever marry.

She'd never enjoyed sex with a man and she'd never thought she could, until this dark stranger came into her life. His hands touched her gently, running over her smooth thighs and up over her opening, ghosting at the entrance before running up her stomach and over her breasts, gently massaging them on the way past. Elizabeth felt her insides seem to melt at every feather light touch, and the sounds coming out of her mouth made her shocked, and yet they only made her want him more. She didn't understand the feeling that was going on inside her.

He pushed her backwards onto the bed gently, climbing on top of her, she let out another small moan as he kissed her again. Elizabeth knew what to do, she knew she had to get involved, and she knew what men liked. She'd slept with enough of them by now to know exactly what to do to make them happy.

She wrapped her legs around his hips, and reached between them to take hold of his length, she smiled and kissed him gently, liking the sounds he was making. She positioned him at her entrance and began teasing herself, and also him.

The second his length touched her, she knew this was going to be an experience she wouldn't forget. After a while of teasing, the man's groans were becoming louder and he slowly pushed his entire length inside of her, making Elizabeth let out a moan. The night they spent together was what Elizabeth always thought her first time would be like, the amazing feeling of him inside her lasted her a lifetime.

Present day

As Elizabeth thought back to that night that they spent together all those years ago, she felt the familiar pang in her stomach that she felt when she had wronged him. It was time to go back to him, apologize for her behaviour.

Perhaps even explain what was happening in her heart. She thought about this for a while… she couldn't tell him that she loved him, he'd shy away from her for ever. And she'd rather have him, and him not know, than him know and not have him.

She began walking slowly back towards his house when she ran into someone, a jogger. He stopped when he hit her, holding her up by the elbow and she looked at him. He had the clearest blue eyes, and short blonde hair. His face was perfect, and he had a kind smile.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I wasn't exactly watching where I was going" he said, helping her up. Elizabeth smiled at him "Neither was I, sorry" she muttered quietly, looking into his pretty blue eyes.

"Well, I'm Matt" he told her, taking her hand and shaking it. "Elizabeth" she answered, her English accent even more obvious when talking to someone so American. He smiled even wider when he heard her accent, not letting go of her hand. "You're from England?" he asked her, causing her to laugh a little at the obvious question.

"Yes, London actually" she replied, smiling at him still. He let her hand go and they talked for what only seemed like minutes, but in reality was a few hours. He looked at his watch "It was really great meeting you Elizabeth" he said to her, smiling still and pausing for a while "I'll be at the Grill later, if you wanted to hang out?" he asked, the last part sounding very vague and unsure of himself.

Elizabeth smiled but bit her lip "I'll try be there…" she told him as he smiled and walked away. She stood there for a while, was it possible that she had just met the greatest guy in existence?

Charlotte was sitting in the middle of the Salvatore's couch, in the middle of the Salvatore's living room. "What are you doing here little Lottie?" Damon said, coming inside and looking at her, only slightly shocked to see her. Charlotte smiled and patted the couch beside her "waiting for you, darling Damon" she replied in a rather sweet tone.

He smirked and made his way over to her, plonking down on the couch beside her and she instantly moved to sit on his lap, a leg either side of him and facing him. His hands fell to her hips and he held her, smirking as he did so. "You miss me Lottie?" he asked her, tilting his head to the side a little, causing Charlotte to smirk herself. "You wish Damon. No, I'm merely here to visit Stefan, it's been a while" she muttered, leaning in close so her lips were brushing against his very lightly.

He smirked against her and just remained patient as she undid his buttons slowly. "Of course you're here to see Stef, you're besties… I remember his ripper phase. You were his biggest fan" he muttered against her, his hands sliding slowly up her hips and underneath her shirt.

Charlotte tilted her head to the side "He was much more entertaining as a ripper than he ever was as… a bunny killer" she told him curtly, still leaning in close against him, allowing him to pull her shirt off over her head. She smiled as his eyes gazed over her chest, which was nicely framed by a black silk bra, barely covering her breasts at all.

Damon's hands travelled down her back and over her bum, his fingers looping through the belt holes and pulling her jeans down a little. Charlotte smirked and kissed him gently, her lips barely touching him at all. "What about me?" he asked her, leaning in and pressing his lips more firmly against hers. She smirked against his lips "I always loved you Damon, you know that, you were always more diabolical" she told him before kissing him fully, ending their conversation.

He pushed her backwards, so he was lying on top of her on the couch, sliding her jeans and knickers off at the same time and smirking against her lips. Charlotte's hands moved down to undo his jeans, pulling them off rather hurriedly and smirking as she realised he wasn't wearing any boxers.

She reached up and grabbed his face, pulling his lips back to hers as he pushed his hard length into her deeply. Charlotte and Damon both made sounds of pleasure, continuing their movements and sharing a night of passion, which wasn't rare for the two of them.

They'd shared nights like this in the past, generally after Stefan had been saved by Lexi. Charlotte didn't like being with Stefan after he was returned to his boring bunny eating self, in fact, she hated that Stefan, which really lead her to Damon.

1945

Charlotte stood in the middle of Damon's room, rolling her stockings up her leg. "Come on Charlotte, we both know you'd much rather spend the night" he said to her, sitting up in bed.

Charlotte simply gave a small chuckle "No Mr Salvatore, we both know that you are very spoken for" she replied casually, looking back at him and slipping her heels back on "And I wouldn't want to cross Miss Peirce now would I?" she said, flashing him one of her classic smirks as she stood in front of the mirror and fixed her rich red lipstick.

"Miss Peirce will not be returning to me for quite a while, I see this more as entertainment than actual adultery" he replied casually, getting out of the bed and putting his pants on, coming to stand behind Charlotte and sliding his hands on her hips, leaning in to kiss her neck gently.

Charlotte smiled and leaned her head to the side, still fixing her make-up. "Damon, I truly cannot stay" she told him, leaning back into him "I told you, I have to leave tomorrow, I have errands to run" Charlotte turned and put her arms around his neck. "I wish you could stay, I enjoy having someone like you helping me along my path of destruction" he said with a smirk. Charlotte rolled her eyes and kissed him once more gently. "I must leave Mr Salvatore" she told him, kissing him again and once his eyes shut, she vanished.

Charlotte never spent any time with Damon after that, but she'd always sent him the odd letter, they were what one would call friends.

Present Day

Charlotte stood looking at Klaus, a smirk evident on her face. "She's alive Nikky" she muttered softly once Stefan and Rebekah had left to explore Mystic Falls. Klaus's eyebrow raised as he looked at Charlotte "Who is?" he asked her calmly.

"Your doppelgänger" she replied casually, leaning against the wall. "Elena" she said, her voice sounding as soft as velvet. Klaus looked at her, his face surprisingly composed given the news he'd just told her. Klaus gave a wicked smirk "Looks like I need to pay the Salvatore's a little visit".

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