gilbert boy ▪ tvd [completed]

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The hairs on his arms stood up on edge, and his eyes snapped open, narrowing in suspicion. He moved like a ghost, soundless and fast. He slipped out from underneath his covers and used his speed to run downstairs. He stayed in the shadows; his eyes narrowed on the two bodies standing in the kitchen. His senses were dialed down, focused on the two heartbeats before he saw how the moon shined on the red hair. 

His lip quirked up as he leaned against the threshold of the kitchen before reaching over and flicking on the lights. The two humans were startled before they whirled around to face him. Jenna rolled her eyes in annoyance at the sight of her oldest nephew. Of course, it had to be him to catch her in the act. 

The man standing next to Jenna was slightly uncomfortable. He didn't know who this was, but he was intimidated by the Immortal. His dark eyes seemed to stare into his soul, almost like he was trying to see his true intentions. And he was fit, his fit body all the more intimidating. 

"Charlie, this is my Alaric Saltzman, my boyfriend." Jenna sighed as she introduced the two of them to each other. "Alaric, this is my oldest nephew, Charlie." 

Charlie crossed his arms across his chest and rose an unimpressed eyebrow at the two. 

Alaric shuffled slightly before he held out his hand for Charlie to shake. "Nice to meet you," He cleared his throat awkwardly. "Charlie." 

"Yes, I must say, I wish we could have met under better pretenses," He said, his eyes moving over to his Aunt, who looked ready to die from embarrassment. Charlie had always been so old-fashioned, and he never approved of any of the men Jenna ever brought home. His accent also seemed to shock Alaric as he released the human's hand before motioning to the whipped cream Jenna held in her hand. "I'll let you get back to...whatever it was you were doing." 

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Charlie was getting prepared to knock on the door of the Salvatore home, but Elena chuckled at his formalities and pushed it open. He raised an eyebrow before he entered the house before closing the door behind himself. 

"They really need to lock their door." He mumbled to his sister as they walked side-by-side down the hall. "You never know what kind of person could enter." He sent his sister a playful smile, making her roll her eyes in amusement. They both knew very well that he was talking about himself. 

When they made it to the foyer, he rose an eyebrow at the members of their little group that sat around as if they had been waiting for them to arrive. He noticed Damon first and rose an unimpressed eyebrow as the vampire smirked, wiggling his fingers teasingly at the Immortal. 

"Damon, never a pleasure," Charlie smirked as he walked past Damon without greeting him properly. He made it to the little table set up behind one of the couches, and his lip quirked up when he recognized the man standing off to the side. "Ah, Alaric, it's a pleasure to see you fully clothed, my friend," He teased, trying to lighten the thick tension in the room. 

Alaric sent him an awkward wave before Charlie turned away, his eyes falling on the witch of the group. "Miss Bennett, nice to see you again, especially under better circumstances. Thanks for the jailbreak, by the way." When he said that, he glanced at Damon, who shrugged his shoulders innocently. 

Bonnie swallowed harshly. Charlie could be very intimidating when he wanted to be. His presence alone was enough to make the hairs on her arms stand on edge, not because he scared her; no, it was because she could feel his power, his strength. "No problem, I mean, I was sort of the one that got you into that mess in the first place." 

He hummed under his breath before he moved on, grinning when he came upon the one he wanted to see again. "Caroline, beautiful as I remember," Her cheeks blossomed with a deep blush, making him buzz with triumph. He had a way with words, one that could make anyone fall to their knees in awe.