𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐒. klaus mikaelson

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"I'M SORRY... WEREWOLVES? YOU'RE KIDDING, RIGHT?"

The Henry girl had been seated in the kitchen, homework sat right in front of her when her phone rang. Tyler seemed to be calling her more frequently these days, though, it was welcomed beyond belief.

After all, Caroline was still dodging her calls based on the number of times she sent her to voicemail, and that alone majorly sucked. Everyone just seemed so busy, and Charlotte felt like she was indeed missing something.

The nagging feeling faded whenever she was with Tyler, maybe because hearing about someone else's problems eased her discomfort of her own problems. But that afternoon, the words he was spewing out of his mouth were far-fetched, to say the least.

"I'm serious, Charlie. Werewolves."

"Yeah, and was that before or after you took some of Mason's magic mushrooms?" she questioned sarcastically, twirling her purple pen around in her hand. "I've got homework to do so if—"

"You really don't believe me?" he grumbled out, agitation in his tone at her sheer dismissal of what he was trying to tell her. "Not even after what we saw?"

He was talking about Mason's eyes that night, and sure, had that severely spooked her? Sure, absolutely. Though, could it be attributed to a trick of the light, perhaps something so startling in that moment that it translated into the dream she always had?

"No, Tyler, I don't," she huffed in response. "It doesn't matter what we saw, alright? It's all—"

"He said I couldn't tell anyone," Tyler stressed, making the words die on Charlotte's tongue. "Said it was a family thing, but I had to tell somebody— somebody who could believe me."

Charlotte frowned. "I'm not that type of somebody, though."

"Maybe you are," he said. "It got me thinking: maybe it's not a family thing. You remember the night of the accident— the noise?"

The accident, the one that occurred the night of Founders Day, was something she tried to bury. The way they'd almost lost Caroline, the way only she and Tyler heard the noise that made the accident occur in the first place. Not to mention Damon cornering her at the damn wake, prodding about it like she was an experiment he was looking into.

Because she knew him so well, Charlotte immediately knew where he was going with this. "Nuh-uh, no way are you roping me into this shit!" she seethed. "I have bigger things to worry about, like, I don't know, school!"

Her friend on the end of the line almost growled in annoyance. "Then why else would we have both heard the noise that night? I guarantee you if Mason was around, he would've heard it too," Tyler noted, trying to sound as convincing as he possibly could.

It wasn't working.

"I hate to rain on your parade, but he's probably just pulling your leg," she deflected, though she tugged at her bottom lip. "The supernatural is a bunch of BS from movies. That's it."

Mason Lockwood was a prankster in his youth, or at least that was what Charlotte's older brother used to tell her. It had been a while since she'd seen him, but perhaps that trait was still lingering? I mean, come on, werewolves? Creatures bound to the moon?

Yeah, there was no way Charlotte was a believer in that kind of stuff.

Tyler, on the other hand, seemed to be leaning into what his uncle had told him, though. "I'll find a way to prove it to you, just..." he sighed, cutting himself off. "Just give me time. When have I ever lied to you?"