𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

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"SO HOW DOES THIS SIRE THING WORK?" JEREMY ASKED over the phone as Charlie sat on her bed

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"SO HOW DOES THIS SIRE THING WORK?" JEREMY ASKED over the phone as Charlie sat on her bed. She had gotten her mother safely to the hospital and back home the night of the ghosts after fighting off some dead dead vampires, and Bonnie had figured out how tot get rid of all of the ghosts. "You have to, like, do everything he says?"

She shook her head, even though she knew that he could not see it. She was still pissed at him for cheating on Bonnie, and she had given him crap before on it, but after that, she could not help but blabber on about how weird it was being a hybrid. Everyone else had their own problems, so she felt like he was the only one that she could talk to without being worried that they were just half listening. "I'm not totally sure. It's like, whenever he tells me to do something, I want to do it."

"That's so crazy. Do you know how to fix it?" he questioned, not wanting her to be Klaus's slave for the rest of her life.

She exhaled, having heard this question a couple of times. She had asked Bonnie about it, and she said that she would look into it and let her know. "No, and I don't want to know anything just yet."

"Why not?" he quizzed, wondering why she would not want to know how to free herself.

She shrugged to herself as she climbed out of her bed, tucking the phone between her cheek and shoulder as she walked over to her dresser to put some clothes away that were sitting on top of it. "I'm still terrified that if anyone tells me anything, I'm gonna spill it to Klaus."

"What if it has nothing to do with him?" he asked her, and she wondered what he meant by that. Maybe he had something to tell her or ask her or something.

"I don't know," she answered before leaning on the wall next to her desk and reaching up to hold her phone again. Every time they thought they were a step ahead of Klaus, they usually ended up being twelve steps behind. "He seems to be able to use everything to his advantage."

He groaned. It was really annoying how cunning Klaus was. It made trying to kill him really difficult, especially since she did not feel the urge to kill him as much as she used to. "I hate him."

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