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CHARLIE HAD NOT LEFT HER HOUSE IN TWO WEEKS. Matt, who was now the technical owner of her house so that vampires could not barge in, had just been sliding blood bags and saltines to her under the door to her room and giving her updates about what was happening. Elena had turned off her humanity, which was the biggest thing.
She made no movement to get up or see who it was when her door burst open one day. She felt someone lift her covers, and a second later, she was dumped onto the floor. Instead of making any noise, she just remained there limply, staring up at the ceiling. She heard Stefan's voice, the same one that had delivered the bad news to her, say, "Charlie, you have to get up."
"Why?" she groaned, and it had been the first word to come out of her mouth in days.
"Because this is not healthy," he informed her, and she saw his face appear above her as she leaned over her. She stared at him blankly. "Look, I know you're upset, but you have to get up and do something. Get your mind off it."
She shook her head. "I'm actually perfectly fine down here. Blood and saltines are actually really good together. It's all I need in life. Now, if you would excuse me, I would like to get back to my sulking."
"Okay, let's go." He grabbed her legs and dragged her basically kicking and screaming out of the room, down the stairs, past a very confused Matt, out the door, and into his car. She groaned and took a bite out of a saltine that she had snagged on her way out. When he saw that she had it, he snatched it from her and threw it out the window, much to her dismay.
She trudged behind him angrily into his house where Caroline was sitting on the couch with Klaus standing in front of her. She was saying to him, "Oh I can, and I do. Now if you don't mind, I'd like to get back to spiraling, so go away."
"Actually, I asked him to be here. We need his help. I think Silas is in Mystic Falls," Stefan breathed out, causing everyone in the room to turn to him in complete and utter shock.
Caroline's attention shifted to her best friend when she saw her enter in his pajamas with her hair falling out of a bun. She breathed out a sigh of relief and rushed over to hug her. "Oh, thank God. I thought you had drowned in blood and crackers."
