Charlotte made her way to the Dalton house, she hadn’t even bothered to wipe the blood from her mouth, she was gone…far far gone. She threw the door open, and walked down into the basement, going to the cooler. She opened the cooler and looked down at all the blood, smiling to…
Charlotte stood up quickly, smirking at Nathaniel, glancing at the stake in his hand. “You gonna kill me?” She asked, licking the blood from her lips. She smiled at him, letting her face go back to normal, and she brought her fingers to her lips, sucking the blood from them, “I made a bit of a mess.” She said, glancing around.
He drops the stake, walking up to her. She’d turned off her humanity again. “Charlotte what happened?” He asks, stepping in front of her when she reached for another blood bag.
She shrugged, biting the cap off the blood bag, drinking some of it down, “I killed our witch, little Becca.” She said grinning, “She provoked me, she wanted me too.” She sighed, then finished off the blood, throwing it the stone floor. “I feel so much better Nate.” She said, licking the blood from her lips again, smirking a little.
“You what? Why?” He asks, wondering what the hell had happened. Becca had provoked her? Becca was dead? This had to be Alaric’s doing. He takes her face in his hands. “Charlotte, you don’t want this. Turn it back on.” He pleads but she wasn’t listening.
“Don’t be such a hypocrite Nathaniel,” She said, smirking up at him, “I’ll do it, when you do it.” She takes his hands, pulling them away from her face, “And we both know that is never going to happen.” She smiles, giggling a little as she presses her lips to his softly, then pulled away. “I like it better this way anyways, i bet the sex is better too.” Her back was to him, so he couldn’t see her smirking.