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"Charlie?" someone was calling out to her, but Charlie didn't want to wake up.

"Chaarlie?" another voice called out, and she felt her arm being shaken.

Charlie really didn't want to wake up. The feeling of the magic leaving her body had left her exhausted, and being deep in sleep was helping ease it—well, in my opinion, she couldn't consider herself deep in sleep anymore, seeing as she was listening to the outside world.

"Bloody hell, why won't she wake up?" the first voice asked with a growl, a hint of concern in his voice. "Is she dead?"

"She's not dead, you wanker!" the second voice said matter of factly.

"Maybe she's in a coma? Should we take her to the hospital?"

"It's been half an hour, Nik. She doesn't need to go to the hospital!"

"Should we give her blood?" Klaus asked tentatively and Charlie almost frowned as she heard the concern in his voice.

"I don't think that helps a magically induced fainting episode," the second voice, Rebekah, deadpanned.

"Then how is she supposed to wake up?"

"By opening her eyes," the girl in question, Charlie, said, groaning as she opened her eyes, having to blink some times to get used to her surroundings.

She really didn't want to wake up but all the bantering was driving her slightly insane, as it made her growing headache. . . . well, grow.

She found herself laying down on her bed at the Mikaelson's manor, Rebekah sitting down beside her, and Klaus standing near her.

"Finally," the hybrid said with a huff and Charlie rolled her eyes, sitting up only to fall again on the bed with a groan, a sharp sensation of ain hitting her head.

"Hey, Bex?" Charlie called out lowly and Rebekah turned to her.

"What?"

"Can you give me your hand?" Charlie asked raising her hand to the blonde.

Rebekah and Klaus exchanged looks not knowing where this was going but she nodded anyway putting her hand in Charlie's.

As soon as she had locked hands with the vampire, Charlie sighed in relief as she saw the faint red glow and felt the magic run through her veins, like a drug, instantly appeasing her headache.

"What's happening, Charlie?" Rebekah questioned looking at their hands with widened eyes. Klaus too was frowning at the happening.

Charlie took her hand from hers and sat up straight. Taking a deep breath as if to capture all the magic and turned to the siblings.

"I'm a siphoner," she said biting her lip, trying to sound a tad bit regrettable for not telling them. "Ta-da?"

"Explain," the hybrid in the room snarled and Charlie rolled her eyes at him.

"There isn't much to explain, really," she said with a shrug. "A siphoner is basically someone who doesn't have a hint of magic in their body but can draw magic from others. I think that's also the reason I have visions."

"Visions?" Rebekah asked skeptically and Charlie nodded.

"Somehow and some why, I have been having visions about a version of the future," Charlie lied smoothly and was happy to see the siblings buying it. "That's why I knew about how Esther was going to go psycho and try to murder her children. Or how—"

"—the bridge was made of White Oak," Klaus finished and Charlie nodded. "What else do you know?"

"It doesn't work like that," Charlie said.

Charlie didn't want to tell them everything, nor did she want them to know that she indeed knew everything. That way they couldn't possibly blame her if something went wrong. A brilliant plan might I add.

"One thing I do know is that it's not the last time mommy dearest visited you."

"We figured," Rebekah said rolling her eyes.

"Oh great!" Charlie said unenthusiastically, "Then I'ma go to the Grill and get something to drink. Wanna join?"

"Sure!" Rebekah said enthusiastically while Klaus shrugged, looking at the oblivious blonde with fascination.

If it were anyone else, they would probably have their throats ripped out or their hearts bleeding on the carpet, by now. But for some reason—some bloody reason (is what I think Klaus would say)—he didn't do any of that.

Something in him didn't let him hurt the blonde. Even when she stole his car or flirted with his brothers in front of him—mind you, I think he's being slightly dramatic, seeing as she only truly flirted with Kol when he went after Care Bear, and Elijah was a whole other story. . . .

Well,—despite all this deep and meaningful shit Klaus came up with—Charlie remained oblivious. Or better yet, numb. She did find it surprising that the Mikaelsons were being so inviting—especially the brothers; she figured Barbie Klaus would appreciate a non-backstabbing friend at her side.

In all honesty, Charlie just wanted to. . . . survive? But that wasn't the case either; actually, she just wanted to live. And for now, trying to prevent the Mikaelsons' deaths and fuck with the plot-line of the show, was enough for her to have fun—that and messing with (even though we all know it's manipulating) the characters of the show.

Oh, and I almost forgot something—how dumb of me!—Charlie was also immensely enjoying her newfound ability to siphon the magic out of people. She loved feeling it run through her veins, setting her nerves on fire, and making her feel. . . .Just making her feel.

But anyway, and moving on from this scanning of the characters inner thoughts; there is something you must—well, should; scratch that, can know:

Wickery Bridge burnt to the Ground!

That was the headline on the newspapers and newscasts the following days. And oh, how proud Charlie was of herself. She might've even considering burning bridges full time if it wasn't for. . . . There was really no reason she couldn't do that, well, apart from following and fucking up the plot, so that could be like a part-time job.

At the moment Charlie was entering the Grill, dressed in a mini black skirt, a white top, with a bit—a lot—of cleavage, and heels. It was late at night and it had been some days since Sage had gotten to town. Charlie hadn't met her properly yet—she just watched her around town—, but she honestly wasn't that keen on doing it. Right now, she was on a mission. She had to find the Bennett witch.

She had cast a spell to track her down and that led her to the Grill. She saw the brunette sitting in a booth with Elena. She looked slightly downcast and Charlie guessed it was due to her mother. Not that she felt sorry for her, she just shared the feeling.

The blonde approached both of them with a sweet and warm smile on her face—the best she could muster. She saw as Elena eyed her outfit with some sort of jealousy and brushed it off—a victorious smirk on her mind from having gotten a reaction out of the doppelganger.

"Hey," Charlie greeted them as she stopped in front of the booth, and Bonnie finally turned to her.

"Hey, Charlie," Elena said with a sort of a strained smile. She gestured to Bonnie. "I don't think you met Bonnie."

"No, I didn't," Charlie said swiftly and extended her hand to the witch. "Charlie Monroe."

Bonnie took her hand and nodded. "Bonnie Bennet."

Charlie had made sure she couldn't feel anything from their handshake but she also did something else. She found a way to plant dreams inside the brunette's head. She knew that, for a witch, dreams were of importance. They usually meant something. And Charlie had to somehow find a way to let them know that if they killed an Original their sire-line dies with them—they wouldn't be able to kill Finn to find out this time. So what better way than implementing fake dreams? This way she would ensure that they backed off from the Mikaelson's slightly, and wouldn't blow her cover.

"I know," Charlie smiled and cast a look at Elena, "Elena and Caroline mentioned you. They really have you in a high place," she lied smoothly—because who was Elena kidding? She only liked Bonnie because the latter worshipped the ground she walked on (at least in the first seasons); Caroline was better, though.

"They do?" Bonnie asked with a smile looking over at Elena who masked her surprised face with a smile and nodded.

"Of course."

"It was really nice to meet you, Bonnie. I wish we could talk longer," Charlie said, again with a smile, "but I have to get going, I have a date!"

"A date?" Elena asked her suspiciously and Charlie nodded enthusiastically.

"Yes," she said, "I bumped into a guy, Logan, in the street the other day. He apparently took a liking to my clumsiness and invited me over for drinks, in a bar outside of town with his friends. So technically it isn't much of a date, right? It's more of a group thing?" Charlie ranted, lying swiftly and frowning slightly towards the end.

"Don't worry, Charlie," Bonnie said with a sympathetic smile. "Maybe he just wanted you to be more comfortable."

"Yeah, maybe," Charlie said looking slightly downcast. "Anyway, have a good night!"

"See you," both girls called out and Charlie left the Grill, a satisfied smirk on her face.

She had not only completed her mission, but she also made herself look like some naive little girl. The truth was she didn't have a date at all—she didn't even know a Logan. She was actually planning on a trip and meeting up with Kol in Denver. Not that anyone knew.

She went back to the manor on the car she borrowed from the siblings and entered the mansion. She made her way through the big house and once she stepped into the living room, she found Rebekah bored on the couch and Klaus sketching on a notebook.

"Charlie!" Rebekah said with a smile as she saw the blonde come in.

The two had become considerably closer. Charlie was really starting to warm up to the only original woman, but she still kept herself to herself. Every time that a more personal question appeared, she would either twist the truth—like saying her mother died, instead of her mother leaving—or told a lie—which I think will bite her back in the ass, but who am I to speak?

"Hey. I need to tell you something."

"You had another vision?" It was Klaus who asked and Charlie nodded.

"Yes," she answered. "Well, it wasn't that, but now that you mention it."

"What is it?"

"I saw Finn die," Charlie said and the sibling's eyes widened. "But don't worry because that was in the version where the Scooby Gang got their hands on White Oak. But I thought you should know that if one of you dies, your entire sire-line dies along."

The siblings were speechless—or better yet, they didn't know what to say; but what can you say, when you discover that your death will be responsible for the extinction f a race?. . . . Yeah, thought so. You'd be speechless too. Or swearing. Or have some sort of reaction. Overall I can't really assess the way someone reacts to shocking news, so ignore my last rambling.

"Also, I got the Benett witch to dream about that, that way they'll back off from you," Charlie said and they frowned. "Though they will want to know who their sire is. So I'm going to Denver and see Kol."

"That sentence didn't make any sense," Rebekah deadpanned and Charlie grimaced slightly.

"Right," she said. "I also saw Damon and Elena going there to get her brother to talk to the dead or something. Kol is there. I'm going there to help him and lead them the wrong way."

"No," Klaus growled slightly and Charlie raised an eyebrow at him—and I gaped, was that jealousy I heard?

"No?" Charlie asked back. "I can go if I want to."

"I'll lock you in a room," Klaus all but snarled and Charlie rolled her eyes—even if he did, she could easily pick the lock or escape through the window.

"Right," she scoffed. "Anway, I'm going now, see you in a few days. Bye, Bex!"

Charlie turned to walk out of the house, but before she even got to the front door, Klaus was suddenly in front of her.

"You're not going, love," he said dangerously low. "I won't let you."

"Good thing you don't have a say in it." Charlie tried to push by him but he didn't waver. She looked at him, a staring contest between the two, and, as an idea popped in her mind, she surrendered, letting her eyes travel down as she sighed. "Fine."

"Fine?" Klaus asked with a frown, and Charlie sighed again in resignation looking at him through her lashes.

Charlie bit her lip and nodded, slightly shyly, and reached one hand to his face. Klaus grabbed it before she could touch him, his eyes hardening, but then he let go of her wrist. Charlie traced his cheekbones softly with her fingers. She cupped his jaw and lifted herself on her toes, pressing her lips to his.

Klaus's hands immediately found themselves gripping her hips, hardly, keeping her in place. Charlie reached her other hand, holding his face in both of them, as she kissed him passionately. But then—

Crack!

With a boost of her magic, Charlie had enough strength to snap Klaus's neck leaving him on the floor, unconscious. A smirk grew on her face.

"What the bloody hell?" Rebekah said as she reached the door and Charlie sent her a sheepish look.

"He wasn't letting me go on my own," she said.

"He's a bloody wanker," Rebekah nodded, having been a victim of her brother's protectiveness. "Go before he wakes."

"Thanks, Bex!"

With that, Charlie turned on her heel and walked out of the mansion, taking the same car, and making her way to Denver.

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