𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐒, klaus mikaelson

𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

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A BLONDE AND A BRUNETTE

"CAN YOU PLEASE STOP STARING AT ME?"

The blonde vampire in the room had the nerve to narrow her eyes in retaliation to the brunette's meek question. "No, I will not."

After Klaus had essentially killed her very best friend and sent the others spiralling for a solution to his ongoing dilemma, Charlotte was banished from the gymnasium. Perhaps it was the tears in her eyes or the tremors of her body that made him send her along with the other Original vampire amongst them, but she found she couldn't care less.

All she could focus on was the way the blonde girl was staring at her as she deposited Tyler's limp body next to Caroline's equally as limp one. And yeah, her stomach threatened to spill its contents all over the linoleum floor at the sight.

Rebekah Mikaelson was just like her brother, if not worse, in Charlotte's opinion. Physical appearances aside, they held the same sort of mischief in her eyes that couldn't be copied in the eyes of literally anyone else. She screamed trouble, trouble in a way where it was obvious she was used to getting what she wanted.

And the staring was seriously starting to piss Charlotte off, even as she sat herself right beside Tyler, her hand latched around his wrist like a magnet. "Give it a rest," she fumed, her frustrations bubbling to the surface. "I have a familiar face, I know!"

Rebekah's head tilted to the side, observing. "Familiar, yes, but that snappy attitude of yours certainly isn't."

It was starting to get ridiculous, now. "You knew Lottie too?"

She gave Charlotte a pointed look, like she was scolding a child for not knowing the obvious. "Everyone knew Lottie back then," she shrugged, eyes flickering around the corridor they were situated in, like she was bored. "Who knew so many doppelgängers would be in little old Mystic Falls?"

Charlotte frowned. "I'm not her doppelgänger."

Rebekah's eye twitched. "What do you mean you're not?" she questioned, only for the other girl to remain tight-lipped. Suddenly, though, she appeared right in front of the girl. Charlotte startled, but the blonde held her gaze. "Tell me."

"I have her memories, one of her meeting Nik," she confessed, like her lips were moving a mile a minute without her brain having the time to logically catch up. "I went to Chicago, met a relative, she threw the word Reincarnation around."

Charlotte blinked from her stupor, only to find Rebekah sitting there with her lips parted ever so subtly. "Anything else?"

"I'm adopted, and I know nothing about where I come from," she blurted out, only to sink back down to reality and realize what she'd told the blonde. "How did you—"

"Isn't that fascinating." Rebekah looked entirely too pleased as she went to sit back down across the hall. It was the Henry girl's turn to watch her, to watch as she picked up the phone that she'd set down before, and scrolled through it.

Charlotte recognized it immediately. "That's Elena's," she said, an edge of protectiveness to her tone despite the fact that she felt totally useless, bracketed between her two very much unconscious friends. "And what the hell did you do to Caroline?"

"I know it is," Rebekah deadpanned, looking right at the girl. She waved it around in her grasp before her gaze settled back onto the device. "And let me guess, a blonde best friend?"