𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐒. klaus mikaelson

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CHARLOTTE

KLAUS MIKAELSON NEVER THOUGHT HE WOULD SEE LOTTIE SAINT–JERMAINE EVER AGAIN.

And yet there she was, nestled in the same class as the Gilbert girl he was after, looking just as she often did in his dreams.

For a moment, he considered the fact that perhaps Lottie had a doppelgänger of her own, and that this was the universe's only way of truly punishing him. Yet, the more he kept staring at her, at this girl whose name was also Charlotte, the more he began noticing similarities that were all too coincidental.

The birthmark beneath her right eyebrow was still there, and so was the one at her jaw, but that wasn't what he really noticed; no, there was a faint, painstakingly familiar scar just at her hairline, one that had him swallowing around nothing.

Shit, she even sounded like her. It was her— it had to be.

"Leave your things." She left the classroom in pursuit of the main office, and Klaus watched her as she disappeared down the hall. Her hair was straightened, though it was the same shade of brown that his Lottie had, except hers was always styled in a curl. How peculiar.

He turned back to the class, turned back to Alaric's desk, and tried continuing with the subject he had just been talking about.

As he did so, all he could think about was her. Even as he dished out questions for the students to complete, sitting at the history teacher's desk, he instantly searched for a class list of some sort. Ruffling through the drawers, he found it tucked beneath a mountain of work that the man had yet to grade.

Charlotte Henry. The last name was nothing he cared to recognize, but the birthday associated with the girl's name was one he would recognize anywhere.

Because it was Lottie's birthday, and like hell he'd forget about a date like that. Time was nothing for a vampire, and there hadn't been a single day in the last seven decades where he hadn't thought about one Charlotte Saint–Jermaine.

He kept thinking about it, barely registering the way she had returned to class not even twenty minutes later. In his peripheral, he watched her settle back into her seat before looking at the work on the Bennett witch's desk. The witch must've noticed her confusion and lightly slid the textbook to the edge of her desk, all so Charlotte could see what page they'd been on.

Interesting. Either Bonnie was just kind, or perhaps they knew one another.

She got to work, just as the others students had, and was oblivious to the way Klaus was shamelessly staring at her with his interest piqued. His attention was already scattered, what with seeing the doppelgänger he needed in the flesh and with seeing this Charlotte Henry.

He needed to consult with somebody about this, somebody who knew if this was just some fucked up coincidence or if his Lottie was seated right before his very eyes— alive, of all things.

Part of Klaus knew that this was no coincidence because this was Mystic Falls, a beacon for the supernatural to flock toward, and because of that damn scar near her hairline. It reminded him of their last day, or really, it reminded him of Lottie's last day.

The bell sounded, the students gathering their things before headed to their next classes. In proper Alaric fashion, he reminded them of their homework on the way out, and so desperately wished he could inhabit his own body soon.