Chantelle Rosaria Athena Jade Salvatore is the only female of the Salvatore Siblings. She currently holds the position of the middle child, stabilizing the family. She looks so much like Damon that they are mistaken for twins, yet she also allocates...
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Klaus, furrowing his brows, got up from his seat and rounded the corner into the bedroom of the apartment where Chantelle stood. He looked at her with a raised eyebrow, "Yes, my love?"
Chantelle, completely ignoring the new nickname, shouted, "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ELIJAH?!?!"
Klaus winced, "Calm down, love—"
"DON'T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN!!!" Chantelle shouted, pointing down to her friend who was daggered on the floor, his skin grey and veiny, "Wake him up."
"Chantelle—"
"It's Athena to you, dude!" Chantelle exclaimed.
"Okay, okay!" Klaus said, raising his hands in surrender, "Calm down." He then stepped closer to her, "Come here and I'll explain everything."
Grudgingly, Chantelle took a step towards him, "If you hurt Elijah, you better have a damn good explanation, Klaus," she spat.
Klaus placed a hand on her waist, steering her towards the bed, "Sit down, Athena," he ordered softly.
As she reluctantly complied, he sat next to her, "I can't wake Elijah up. I know he's you friend, but he needs to stay like that for now."
Chantelle rolled her eyes and huffed, "Fine. I'll wake him up," she said, moving towards Elijah's body that was still laying on the floor.
Klaus grabbed her wrist, "No, Athena," he said firmly, his tone serious, "I can't let you do that."
She glared at him, her eyes burning with anger, "Why not?"
"I have reasons. I wouldn't do that for no reason, Athena," Klaus said.
"Liar," Chantelle rolled her eyes and again and once again tried to get to Elijah.
Klaus intercepted her as quickly as he could, his arms wrapping around her and carrying her to the other side of the room, away from Elijah.
Chantelle forced herself out of his grip and whirled around, slapping him for the second time that day, "Heal my brother, and let's just go."
Klaus, rubbing his cheek where Chantelle's hand had made contact, glared at her, "How many times are you going to hit me today? That's the second time!"
Chantelle stepped up to him, matching his glare with more intensity, "Would you like to find out?"
Klaus couldn't help but be slightly amused by Chantelle's fiery spirit, despite the dire situation. He knew he had to tread carefully with her if he wanted her cooperation.
"Alright, Athena," Klaus said with a smirk, "I will heal your brother, and then we'll be on our way. But you have to promise not to slap me anymore. Deal?"
Chantelle eyed him warily before rolling her blue eyes, "I make no promises."
Klaus chuckled at her response, finding her defiance somewhat refreshing, "I need to get Stefan to cooperate, you know—drink some blood. Damon will be fine."
Stefan, who walked into the room, shook his head, "I'll do anything you want, Klaus. But I won't drink any human blood."
Chantelle, in no mood for games, walked up and slapped Stefan across the face.
Klaus flinched at the sound of the impact, "Geez. Yeah, Stefan, you better listen to her."
"I can't drink human blood!" Stefan argued, "I'll lose control!"
Chantelle, not particularly caring about that right now, grabbed her younger brother by the ear and started dragging him into the kitchen, "Damon's life is on the line here, bro! You are refusing to do what Klaus, who has the cure, says. So if that means I have to force feed you blood bags, then so be it!" she exclaimed, shoving the straw of a blood bag into his mouth.
"Ow! Athena! When did you get so aggressive?" Stefan complained.
"You know what you did," Chantelle rolled her eyes.
"Stefan, if you want her to stop shoving it down your throat, you might want to consider cooperating," Klaus interjected, a small smile playing on his lips as he watched Stefan struggle with his sister's insistence.
Stefan sighed, reluctantly accepting the blood bag from Chantelle, "Alright, I'll drink it. But I'm not happy about it." He hesitantly drank the blood, his eyes constantly darting between Klaus and Chantelle.
"Go again," Klaus shrugged once the male had finished the bag.
Chantelle raised her eyebrow at Stefan, who shook his head no, "Fine. Make me resort to violence," she huffed, shoving him against the counter and forcing the straws of five more blood bags into his mouth.
Klaus dropped his jaw in shock as he witnessed the power struggle between the Salvatore siblings. It was shocking to him how Chantelle, a woman who cared about her brothers very deeply, was willing to make one suffer to save the other.
"Geez," he said, "Stefan, your sister wouldn't have to do that if you would just cooperate," He sighed, shaking his head in amusement.
"No!" Stefan yelled.
"You might not want to save Damon's life, but I do!" Chantelle glared, force feeding him more blood bags, "It's just blood, little brother. For the sake of our brother, you can't even do that? It is your fault he's a vampire in the first place! How dare you be so damn selfish!"
"Ugh," Stefan grunted, taking the last blood bag from her, and swallowing its contents.
Chantelle simply crossed her arms, giving him an eyeroll before walking away from him. She sat down on the couch and looked out the window. In the distance, she could almost see the boarding house, her house, where she knew Damon was currently suffering beyond belief.
Stefan watched his sister in silence, feeling a mix of guilt and anger. He knew she was only trying to protect Damon, but he couldn't help but resent Klaus for putting them all in this situation in the first place.
Klaus, his curiosity peaked, walked over to the Salvatore woman and crouched down beside her, "I'm curious, if it were reversed and Stefan were the one bitten.....would you force feed Damon blood?"
"Don't have to force-feed Damon anything," Chantelle muttered as she stared into the distance, her arms resting on the back of the couch.
"Why are you making me suffer like this, Athena?" Stefan yelled, "You know what human blood does to me!"
Chantelle looked back at him over her shoulder before looking back into the distance, "Damon is suffering a lot more than you are right now," she said, her voice void of any regret for what she had done, "If I had to, I'd do it again."
Klaus stared at Chantelle for a minute longer, then he decided to get up and find a glass bottle. He picked up a knife and held the sharp part in his hand, squeezing the blade and letting the blood drip into the glass bottle.
He found the cap to the bottle and placed it on the top before walking back over to Chantelle, "Take this to Damon, then come right back."
Chantelle took the bottle from him, raising an eyebrow, "What's this supposed to be?" she asked.
"The cure for a werewolf bite," Klaus said lowly, "My blood."
"Your blood is the cure?" Stefan asked in disbelief, his eyes wide with incredulity.
"Gotta love Mother Nature," Klaus smirked, looking down at the woman in front of him, his smirk dropping as a serious look took over his face, "Go save your brother. We'll be disappearing for a while, so say goodbye. But come back."
Chantelle squinted her eyes at him before speeding out of the building, bottle in her hand, leaving Stefan and Klaus alone in the apartment.
