*1 Week Later*
Charlie's POV
I know Nik is knocking at the door because hes been knocking everyday for the past week and I keep avoiding him.
"Charlie, open the door, please" asks Nik
"Why? I'm not mad or hurt or upset" I state.
"Oh no! You did NOT turn your emotions off because of me!" he yells through the door.
I open the door and scream in his face "No, I turned them off because your a player and a flirt!"
He just slapped me.
I was so shocked, no matter how upset or angry he was with me he had never slapped me before, hell, he had never hit me before.
I ran to Jeremy's place and knock on the door, begging it would open before Nik found me.
When Jeremy finally opened the door, I stumbled in and collapsed in the hall way.
Jeremy asked worriedly "What happend aunt Charlie?"
I just shook my head and he understood and said "Lets get you to Elena's room so you can get some rest, K."
I nod my head and mumble a thank you.
I start to cry myself to sleep until I hear Jeremy talking to Damon saying "She's up in Elena's room if you want to talk to her before she falls asleep"
Damon replies "Will do" as he heads up the stairs.
Once Damon gets in the room, he pulls out a bottle of bourbon and says "Got any shot glasses hidden in this room?"
"Yeah" I reply as I lift up the floor board in front of the cupboard and grab 2 glasses out.
Damon pours the shot and says "Drink up"
I drank most the bottle myself before curling up to Damon on my bed and falling asleep.
I awoke to 2 voices arguing. The 2 voices were Damon and Nik, they were arguing about me.
"Could you guys SHUT THE HELL UP or leave cause I have one hell of a headache" I yell clutching my head.
They continue arguing so I say "If you guys won't shut up or leave, I'm leaving"
They were still continuing so I went to Elena's room, borrowed some of her clothes and snuck out the window to the boarding house.
I knock on the door to the boarding house and guess who opens the door, Caroline, Great!
"Charlie I am so so-" starts Caroline.
"Don't bother, I don't care. Caroline, which room is Damon's." I ask
"Second floor, third one to the right" replies Caroline.
I mumble a thanks to her as I head up to Damon's room.
Once in the room, I lay on his bed and try to fall asleep until someone knocks on the bedroom door.
I open the door to find Stefan about to knock again.
He wonders "How come you're here? And why are you in Damon's room?"
"I'm here because Damon got me drunk, so I had a huge headache, and he decided to wake me up by arguing with Klaus. I'm in Damon's room cause it was there and has alcohol on the dresser." I reply boredly.
"Fine. Get some sleep or do whatever but don't destroy the house just because everyone else has gone out" says Stefan.
"Aww, how come Damon can destroy the house but I can't. My excuse is better than his, his was love hurts, mine is LIFE SUCKS! See I win!" I shrug.
"Because you don't own the house" states Stefan.
Once Stefan leaves I shapeshift so I'm now a 6ft, tanned chick with raven black hair and put on a red mini dress with no back and cut-outs on the sides from 'Tueur Magic'.
Damon comes home and I yell "I'm going to Vegas, wanna come?"
"Totally" he yells back as he heads up to his room, which I'm still in.
"Wow, where'd you get the dress?" he asks me.
"Tueur Magic, for free seeing as I know the owner" I reply while putting my black heels on.
"Who's the owner, I've wanted to get a couple pairs of jeans and some shirts from there" He states.
"You're looking at her" I tell him.
"You're the owner of 'Tueur Magic'!" he exclaims.
"Yeah and I'm supposed to turn up at 'Devils Lust' tonight as well as go to the store there and stay there for 4 nights at the 'Velvet Lounge Hotel'. I reply excitedly.
"Well can I get some jeans and a dress shirt from you?" wonders Damon.
"Check your closet" I reply, "And hurry, we have 2 hours to be there. I'm organising transport now"
"Cool. What transport are we taking" He asked.
"We're taking my black chevolette porche that can fly at 350km/h." I answer.
"A what?" repeats Damon.
"I'll show you. Come on" I say.
"Wow! So it flies, is it invisible so people get suspicious?" He thought out loud.
"Yep. Built it from scraps that I found in a car yard in New York. Rebuilt the engine with my skills and magic. My car is a V12." I reply.
"What are we waiting for? Lets go to Vegas!" yells Damon.
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The Original (A Niklaus Mikaelson Love Story)
RomanceI am Charlotta Rose Luna Violet Huntra, also known as Princess Charlotte of The Landures, Charlie Huntra but most commonly known as Charlie de Landure and this is my story.
