Hey guys. Sorry, I know I'm the worst! Life got so hectic, as it does. But here it is, Chapter 3. It's shorter, but I hope you like it!
Chapter 3: Bon idѐe
Charlotte stood with Klaus in the middle of the Gilbert house, where Elena was living… alive… much to Klaus's surprise. There was no one home yet, well… anymore, but soon enough Elena and Jeremy would return home from school and see Charlotte and Klaus in their living room. Surprised – as Charlotte was sure they would be – and confused as to why she was with Klaus. Charlotte could only feel a very very brief twinge of guilt that she was yet again assisting to destroy the Salvatore's lover, especially Damon's (while she knew that he wasn't exactly her lover and was simply a love interest of his).
Charlotte sighed and looked down at Jenna Sommers' dead body that was lying at her feet. It was a shame really, to waste the blood that was in the body, but Klaus had promised her that if Elena did not co-operate, then Charlotte would get to feed. Which in itself seems so undignified Charlotte thought to herself, but of course Klaus had asked her to do much worse things, this small favour, she could handle.
Just then Charlotte heard a car pull into the drive way of the Gilbert's house – which, Charlotte thought, seemed far too suburban for the sights that could be found within. A small smirk grew on Charlotte's face as Klaus stood up from the couch were he'd been sitting and made his face welcoming to greet the Gilberts. Jeremy walked in first, quickly followed by Elena, both of which let out a gasp when they saw Jenna lying at Charlotte's feet.
Elena's strangled scream was enough to make every hair on Charlotte's body stand up on end and her smirk grew bigger as she tried to rush towards her, Klaus standing in her way. "Hello love" he said, his voice gentle and lulling. Charlotte crouched down beside Jenna, her hand brushing across her cheek slowly and Elena let out another small sob. Jeremy – on the other hand – had a purely aggressive face, complete anger and hatred directed at Klaus.
Surprisingly Charlotte wasn't feeling any of the tension directed at her, which (again surprisingly) annoyed her. Charlotte watched closely as Klaus put his little proposition forward to the Gilberts, and they agreed – although not willingly – to do as he said and to provide him with what he needed. Klaus was going to make some Hybrids.
Elizabeth walked into the Grill, looking around for Matt – who she'd only met so briefly. She walked over to the bar after giving up on finding him in there and she ordered a drink, sitting there alone for what seemed like hours, but in reality was only a few minutes. She was too dissolved in her thoughts to notice the man sitting rather close to her, only a few seats away, but as she looked over at him she recognised him almost instantly.
She'd seen pictures of him before when she was with Nik hunting Katerina. It was Damon Salvatore, and he was drinking bourbon with another man, someone Elizabeth didn't recognise. She lowered her gaze and instead just listened to their conversation. Damon was speaking "Once Klaus finds out about Elena then I'm sure he'll be back to kill her, for one reason or another" the other man nodded the entire time he was speaking, a thoughtful expression on his face. "We should get them out, I'll convince Jenna to take them away for a weekend or something – just until we know that Klaus has left town" he said, his voice soft and yet the distinct protective edge to his words made Elizabeth think that he cared about the Gilberts and whoever Jenna was.
Elizabeth studied him closely, his soft brown hair and carelessly stubbled face shone in the dim light of the bar, his piercing eyes almost saw through Damon. She'd never seen someone stare at another person with such… depth. From what she had gathered over the years Damon Salvatore was not a person to have friends, and yet these two were quite clearly friends. "What about their lake house?" Damon said, looking up at the man "Elena loves it there" he said. Elizabeth raised her eyebrow, could it be possible that both of the Salvatore's had fallen – yet again – for the doppelgänger? Where they so much like Niklaus and Elijah that they had been under the spell of the Petrova doppelgängers.
Elizabeth could see it though, she recalled Katherine's long brown hair and completely captivating and deep brown eyes. Her olive skin that shimmered in the sunlight, she supposed that Petrova was the definition of beautiful. She remembers the way Elijah was so smitten by her, although he'd never admit it, not in a million years. And then the thought occurred to Elizabeth – Klaus had killed Katerina, and Elijah had admitted that he was smitten; he'd admitted that he was in love. He was with Katerina before Niklaus took her life. With that thought, she abandoned her plans to meet with Matt and stood up, leaving the Grill quickly, Damon and the man both staring after her curiously.
The next morning Charlotte was in Klaus's big kitchen, staring out the window at the woods behind his house. She was feeling rather… normal. Painstakingly normal, she thought, as she listened to the river which ran alongside his house flow, the birds and other animals – surprisingly not thwarted by living so close to monsters such as the Mikaelson's – playing in the trees and on the forest floor. The coffee, now cold, in her hand seemed far too sweet for her liking.
She took another sip, making a face yet again as the liquid fell down her throat. Klaus and her had sat up late last night discussing the places that the large wolf packs were supposed to be located. He needed her help whether he liked to admit it or not, and luckily for him, she cared about him just enough to help. Charlotte had never really admitted to herself, or anyone else, her feelings towards Niklaus Mikaelson. She found it too preposterous to even entertain the idea of her formulating any kind of emotional attachment to anyone other than herself.
But even while she'd deny it to anyone who asked, she was beginning to see that she in fact was in love with Klaus. Charlotte's thoughts turned to the perfect Elizabeth and her lip pulled up in pure hatred, baring her teeth at nothing in particular Charlotte thought about how Klaus would always prefer her, even though Charlotte had been there for him for the majority of his years, human or otherwise, Elizabeth was the perfect girl he met in London who was so entirely lost by the tragedy of her life. Charlotte remembered very clearly when Klaus had told her about Elizabeth, explaining to her about her tragic little tale.
Elizabeth was, of course, a common whore. Anyone could see that. Klaus somehow aligned himself with Elizabeth, they'd both been on a path of good and righteousness until they'd been shot down by the cruel hand of fate and set on a path far more dark and dangerous. Unfortunately for Klaus, he delighted in the darkness, Elizabeth however was like a plant without sunlight, she failed to adapt to her new life of darkness and instead sought out a life in the sunlight – well as best she could – and blossomed into the painstakingly perfect being that she was.
One person couldn't be so perfect, it was painful for Charlotte to watch, like staring into the sunlight when she looked at Elizabeth, and she was sure Klaus felt the same way. He, however, was wearing shades. He could manage to look at her because he'd had the protective lens in front of him and he could see her shimmering beauty. A beauty which Charlotte could not help feel jealousy for, while she herself was considered beautiful one could never really match Elizabeth's beauty, and it was that that annoyed her more than ever. Charlotte knew she would never be better than Elizabeth, and she knew she would never be as good as Elizabeth.
The only thing comforting Charlotte was the knowledge that Klaus needed someone who could handle his aggression and his sadistic nature, Charlotte was similar to Klaus and she knew that he needed someone like her, who would help him with his deeds and not someone like Elizabeth, who would only scold him for his deeds.
Klaus was lying in his bed still, Charlotte had only just vacated the same bed as him. Yes, they'd shared a bed. It hadn't seemed like much of a bid deal until she'd actually left. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he knew that it was some kind of emotion, one that he'd tried to bury a long way down inside of him. Klaus could see his failing attempts at being an emotionless killer.
He knew that he was in fact a killer but the feelings growing inside of what only could be described as his heart scared him – and not a lot could scare Klaus Mikaelson. He let out a long sigh, hearing Charlotte in the kitchen making coffee and Rebekah in her bedroom, her deep breathing suggesting she was asleep. He glanced at the clock, it was 7 AM and he usually would have found his waking up early strange, but the night of discussing with Charlotte and then unintentionally falling asleep in bed together was playing on his mind.
Not only did he now have to worry about Elena keeping her end of their bargain – although, if she didn't he could certainly just kill another one of her friend and loved ones. A Salvatore would be rather nice. But now he had to worry about the two women he'd had in his life for a long time, Charlotte uttered something about Elizabeth last night which truly made him see just how much she hated her. And if there was one thing he could count on, it was that Charlotte always put an end to those she hated and now Elizabeth was in the firing line. Klaus got up and got dressed, thinking of both women equally and he was just about to leave the room when the door burst open and he was pinned to the wall by a hand, a strong hand. Finn's hand.
Klaus was choking as Charlotte ran into the room, her jaw dropped and she moved to pull Finn off of Klaus, but before she could get to him, someone had her by the throat and against the opposite wall. Kol was standing in front of her, his hand wrapped tightly around her throat, making it impossible for her to speak. Klaus however, was shown enough leniency by his brother to allow him to speak. "Elijah?!" he muttered, forcing Charlotte to dart her eyes to the man walking into the room.
Elijah glared at his brother and then glanced over to Charlotte and let out a small sigh "I should have known you'd be here Charlotte" he said gently before looking back at his brother and walking over to him, glaring still. It was at that moment that Elizabeth walked in, and stood in the door way, her arms crossed over her chest and looking at Klaus. Charlotte glared at her, trying to push Kol off of her, but failing. She may have been the same age as him, but she wasn't an original vampire, she didn't have the same strength as him. Charlotte let out a small hiss as Elizabeth glanced over at her and she continued to try and wriggle out of Kol's grip. Usually, Kol and Charlotte got alone quite well.
They were both very similar people and they both enjoyed the same things. Kol's surprising dedication to his family was Charlotte and his most matching trait, as Charlotte was very loyal to the Mikaelson family, although, she never got on well with Elijah or Finn, and obviously Mikael. Just as he did the Mikaelson's, Mikael scared Charlotte. She'd only met him a few times in all honesty, but she spent years with Klaus and Rebekah, running from their father, and in a lot of ways Charlotte was just as marked as Klaus was for death.
In the early 1300's
Charlotte stood with Rebekah in the middle of their small house (one wouldn't really call it a house, more of a hut really) waiting for Klaus to return. It had gotten into the late hours of the night, and Rebekah had started to worry. In fact, Charlotte would be lying if she said the worry hadn't touched her own head and heart also. She cared for Klaus, anyone could tell. He was like her brother, her protective older brother and she loved him like one.
Rebekah was sitting in one of the chairs, her face wrinkled with worry for her brother. Charlotte stood, just watching her. If Klaus had been struck by Mikael, then she knew it was going to just be Rebekah and her forever. Charlotte was prepared to spend her eternity with Rebekah, protecting each other, although she always thought it would be the three of them, always and forever. Charlotte and Rebekah each stood facing each other, the door a little ways behind them. Charlotte didn't dare utter any offer of comfort, she herself knew it was pointless.
In fact, she'd almost given up hope entirely when Klaus burst through the door and grabbed Rebekah's arm. Charlotte stared at him completely surprised by this sudden appearance and was about to speak when Klaus simply struck her hard in the face, sending her flying backwards and dragging Rebekah out the door. Charlotte cowered on the floor, wondering what she could have possible done wrong as Klaus and his sister ran – yet again – from their terrifying father. Charlotte just sat there, cowering. She had no idea what she'd done, but surely she would find out.
She finally stood up and held her breath, unable to even hope that he would return for her. Charlotte had been left by herself for what seemed like the millionth time but in reality was only about the fourth time and she felt the sickeningly familiar feeling of abandonment. She had only just recovered from the abandonment when Mikael burst through the door and had her by the throat in an iron grip.
Charlotte couldn't help her fear seep through her, making her hairs stand on end and goose bumps appear all over her. He stared in her eyes and gave a small smirk "Hello child" he muttered gently, leaning in close to her so his warm breath touched her face, forcing her to give a small shiver. Charlotte swallowed the large lump in her throat with difficulty, Mikael's steel grip was tighter than any she'd felt before. She opened her mouth to let out a harsh reply to him, but no words could come out. Mikael simply smiled and gave her some firm instructions.
Late 1400's
Klaus stared into the deep fire, glaring at nothing in particular. Katerina had escaped him and his curse still remained. How could his brother have been so stupid to have actually fancied her. Yes, she had looked exactly like Tatia, which was expected, but there was absolutely no comparison. Katerina was a different person to Tatia. Klaus let his mind drip to the original doppelgänger and anger filled him, anger that she'd died because of his mother and really, because of him. Klaus' mother. Esther. Klaus had always disliked his mother even as a child. He always felt like she hated him, much the same with Mikael. They were both ashamed of him, they were ashamed to give him the name Mikaelson.
Okay calm down. The Mikael part will be explained next chapter, and KLaus's part in the 1400's was to really just say that Katherine had gotten away and to remind you all that that happened in the 1400's. He was expressing his depression that Eiljah had betrayed him. Next chapter there'll be more on the Mikael thing and Katherine too :)
Will be quicker I hope! PLEASE REVIEW!