"Nothing is with me now but a sound,
A heart's rhythm, a sense of stars"
- W. H. Auden, Compline
In which Charlotte Salvatore wakes after a 145 year slumber and is thrust into a supernatural world before she can cope with the modern one.
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Charlotte was so warm. Warm and cosy and content.
She was bundled up with something soft surrounding her, rolling on to her side she slowly, reluctantly, opened her eyes. Focusing around her, she realised she was in a big bed with white sheets and more pillows than seemed necessary.
The room itself that she was in was lit with an amber light, bright at first but slowly settling in as she adjusted. Pushing herself up to a seated position against the headboard, she looked to see what else was in the room. She could see a kitchen in the corner by the doorway and a window to the side where the light was coming from.
She flinched back as something moved near the window, her heart skipping a beat as Klaus approached her. His hands were clasped behind his back and his lips quirked up into a smile for a moment as Charlottes hand rose to her neck, letting out a sigh of relief when she felt her necklace back in place.
"Charlotte," his tone was cold without the usual endearment following her name, "when did you last eat a full meal."
"Oh my apologies, I must've missed the big dinner you prepared for me as we left Mystic Falls, perhaps the fully stocked fridge in the apartment you trapped me in for days." Charlotte bit back, angry that she could be the one getting chastised for this.
Klaus' eyes narrowed and he took a deep breath to calm himself from snapping back at her. It was clear he was trying to hold in his annoyance but it was clear too he was doing terribly at it.
"Why didn't you say something?"
"When exactly was I meant to bring it up? You know, as a hostage taker, you must remember us silly little humans need real food, not college girls and gas station workers." She could see the annoyance grow into fury behind his eyes but she ignored it, she was mad too "Where is my brother?"
"My my, we are getting awfully brave."
There was a knock at the door and Klaus left to answer it. Charlotte balled her fists up in frustration, she was waiting for the part where he made her pay for trying to leave. She didn't know what his plan was but putting her in a hotel room with a nice bed and soft white sheets didn't make sense. She needed to know where her brother was, if he was okay, and she needed to know what it was that their punishment would be.
Tugging the blankets up around her, she tucked them over her shoulders so all that you could see was her head peaking out. Klaus turned around with a plastic bag and a steaming container. She watched him as he moved to the kitchen, finding a bowl and emptying the container into it. Silently she dug her hands out from the duvet, reaching up to grab the bowl of spaghetti he was holding out to her.
"Klaus, where are we?" Charlotte questioned, less combative now that his immediate plan didn't seem to be murder, "Where is Stefan?"
"Ah I think you can call me Nik," Klaus chirped, "now I've saved your life and all."
