Blood Red Lies - A Vampire Diaries Fanfic (sequel to NTB)

Chapter 2

Hello :D I'm back.

So sorry it's taken me a while to update. Life gets busy sometimes but I'm back on track.

I decided to do something completely different with Charlie in this chapter than the episode, so I hope you like it.

Last chapter was Charlie and Elena's birthday.

Damon's present was the green necklace he gave her back in the 1800s.

Stefan killed Andie and snapped Charlie's neck.

Damon and Charlie seem to be going strong.

Here we go :D

Chapter 2

The next morning Damon stood at his closet ripping down every map and newspaper clipping they had on Stefan and Klaus. Charlie sat on the edge of his bed frowning at him, the bed sheet wrapped around her body.

They both heard the front door open and seconds later footsteps coming up the stairs. Charlie let out a sigh knowing who it would be.

Elena silently walked into the room.

"Just can't stay away, can you?" Damon said, closing the closet door.

Elena stood just inside the doorway and put her hands in her pockets. "You've both been ignoring me," she replied. "I've called all morning."

"Yeah well, yesterday was a weird day, Elena. Found out we've lost Stefan, Andie is dead and me and Charlie just needed some time alone. We are a couple after all," he mocked.

Charlie shot Damon a warning look; she didn't want him to be too hard on Elena.

Elena paused a few moments taking in his words. "Wait... Andie is dead? Did Stefan... kill her?" she whispered. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Happy Birthday, Elena. Not only did Stefan snap Charlie's neck but he killed Andie too. Cake?" He walked past her, knocking her shoulder as he headed towards the bed.

"He called me," she said quietly, her back still to him.

Charlie's eyes went wide. Damon looked over to her then back to Elena. "What?" they said together.

"He called me," she repeated and turned to look at them. "Last night."

"What did he say?" Charlie asked, a little curious.

"He didn't say anything… but I know it was him. Sheriff Forbes traced the call's origin for me, it came from Tennessee… it was Stefan," she said, sure of herself.

"Where he's binge drinking on the country folk." He walked past her again, grabbing several maps and news articles and headed to the fire place. "Stefan's gone, Elena." He threw the papers into the fire and grabbed the matches from the top. He turned around and gave her a fake smile. "And I don't mean geographically."

"Damon, don't," Charlie warned. Though she agreed with him, there was no need to hurt Elena so much. Charlie stood up from the bed, holding the sheet around herself. "Stefan is gone, Elena. I'm sorry but I've seen it for myself. His eyes were so dark and lifeless last night."

"If he was gone, he wouldn't have called," Elena said defensively. "Forget I said anything," she said before storming out of the room. She headed downstairs and a few seconds later the front door slammed shut.

Charlie silently stood behind Damon watching him burn the newspaper clippings.

Damon sighed knowing she was behind him. "Elena needs to realise he's not coming back," he said, still staring at the fire.