DEJA VU!

CHAPTER FOUR

every time you break me

" she probably gives you butterflies "

CHARLOTTE'S POV

Past: 1863, February 14th 14.57 EST

Mystic Falls VA

The last few months of my life have been magical, to say the least.

Damon has been an absolute gentleman and needless to say- it's easy, it's so easy for me to fall in love with him. He is kind and sweet. He doesn't mind being seen fooling around two girls and loves his brother. I think I am in love with him.

I love how his blue eyes are filled with mischief and yet so much love, and I adore how much he cares about me. He always makes sure that I reach back home safely and he always gets me a flower whenever he comes to visit me- a different type every time. I love how passionate he is about whatever he does, and I- I think I love him.

It's the first time that I have ever felt this way. I feel free, like I have no limits- not anymore like I can finally breathe. No one has ever made me feel this way- make my heart so full.

"Charlotte!" I hear Margaret yell from outside my bedroom door, "Damon is here to pick you up."

I smile, unable to understand why I feel so fluttery all of a sudden. It's 14th February- Valentine's day and though in many places it is a holiday frowned upon, I hope to tell Damon how I feel today.

"In a minute, Maggie!" I yell.

Finally, I am done and I walk outside the Forbes Manor in my yellow dress. Charles, who is the kind father of Maggie who took me in doesn't mind me going out with Damon. I am sure I even overheard him talking about us and a possible proposal. I am not sure about that, though, if I am being blatantly honest.

"Good Afternoon, Charlotte," Damon greets me as he holds out his hand to take my own, "You look ravishing if it wasn't obvious."

I grin feeling my cheeks turn red, "Thank you very much."

"What do you say about going to the quarry, Miss Petrova?" He asks me as we reach near the clock tower.

"I will go wherever you want to, Damon," I smile and feel happy when I see his own face turn a little red.

When we finally reach the quarry, I see a blanket laid down with a bunch of various food items. I gasped in surprise.

"I- Are we having a picnic, Damon?" I question him, my eyes wandering at how beautiful the view looks.

"We don't have to if you don't wish for it Charlotte," Damon started speaking fast, "I would hate for you to feel uncomfortable- we can do something else! or nothing if that's what you want. I can drop you off-"

"I love it," I interrupt him by kissing his cheek, "It's beautiful."

"You- you think so?"

I grin, "Of course I do! The view is so pretty and you even got us food to eat! No one has ever done this for me."

Then a thought crashed my mind- "This is for me, right? Because if not- that's seriously not embarrassing."

Damon laughed, "Of course it's for you," he says as he helps me settle down next to him, "And I can't believe no one has done something like this- you are breathtaking."

I look down as I blush but he holds my face back up- something that just made me redder. His blue eyes are settled on mine and I am scared that if I look away, I will never see something so beautiful.

"Don't look away from me, Char."

Char- that's the name he started calling me. It's like his thing, only he ever calls me that.

"You have very enchanting eyes," I finally admit, "I really, really like them."

He smirks, still holding my face, "You do?"

I burst out laughing then, my hands on his waist-coat, giggling as he too laughs all along with me.

It was so... innocent and real.

But I lied- he doesn't know what I really am. He doesn't know and I want him to. I am not a girl without a family living with her cousins. No- I have a family, some that I made over the years, and a big sister who I can't help but love even though I shouldn't. The Forbes' aren't my cousins and I am a vampire. Damon doesn't deserve my lies.

"What's wrong, il mio amore?" He asks noting my sudden distress.

'My love'. That's what he calls me in Italian- his mother tongue.

"I- I- you can't love me, Damon."

Loving me comes with a price- a price that always ends in his inevitable death.

"I do not understand," He is sitting straight now- his expression forlorn.

I wish I could take back what I said now, but he takes vervain. I have made sure he does incase anything happens in this town. I would be a fool to think I am the only vampire around and I would never put Damon in danger.

"I am not what you think I am, Damon," I stand up slowly, the peaceful time we just had, momentarily forgotten.

He gets up to, "What are you talking about, Charlotte? Did I do something wrong?"

I feel overwhelmed- like I wish I could turn back time so I never said anything. But Damon doesn't deserve that- he deserves the truth.

He walks up to me- holding my face delicately in his hands again and I want this. I want this forever. But forever is a long time.

I look up at his eyes- the same eyes that were happy just a few minutes ago, and now they were filled with sadness and confusion.

"I am not human, Damon," I say as I take his hands off my face and let them go, my heart so heavy but I will myself not to cry.

"How can you not be human?" he asks me and I wonder what I did was so wrong to put me in such a position. If I were a human born in this century, then I could have had it. I could have had Damon and have a life with him. I followed every rule- I did not kill unnecessarily, I only drank from blood bags and I didn't steal little children's candy! I have tried to be a good person in all the time that I have been alive and yet I can't have the only thing my heart has ever desired.

I think that's why Rebekah and I are such good friends- we both yearn for a love that is far beyond our reach.

I feel the veins under my eyes grow as my fangs come out, "I am a vampire, Damon."

He is scared, I can see it and I wonder if he can see that I am too. I am so scared that he is going to hate me.

"I am so sorry," I whisper as he takes a step back, "I never meant for this to happen."

"Y- you're a vampire? But-"

"We exist," I inform him, "There have been vampires for a thousand years and I have been one for about three hundred years. I am not bad- you have to believe me."

He holds out his hand- as if asking me to stop. I am sure it's too much for him.

He is a normal human, really- as normal as humans can be. He hated going to Church and loved teasing his brother. His father was hard on him and he brought a smile to everyone's face. He was normal and I was anything but.

"I need to process this," He says as I nod, "Now let's get you home."

I look up in surprise, "What?"

"What kind of a man would I be if I asked a lady to find her own way home?"

He is so special.

I want to cry but I hold it in. Just a few more minutes.

As we walk back, I wonder if I should have told him or not, and then I realize that I was right to. No one deserves to be lied to and certainly not Damon.

He leaves me at Forbes' gate without saying anything and doesn't say goodbye to me. I am confused- he insists that he must leave me home but he would rather leave without saying goodbye.

I fall on my bed that night, tired and finally let my tears out wondering if being in love usually hurts this much.

Present: 2010, October 22nd 20.00 EST

Mystic Falls VA

"Uh, if everyone could gather, please," Elijah addresses the party as all the Originals stood on the staircase, "Welcome, thank you for joining us. You know, whenever my mother brings our family together like this, it's tradition for us to commence the evening with a dance."

I look up to see a blonde woman walk down the stairs and I am immediately able to narrow her down as Esther from the few paintings Klaus had made of her. She looks- wrong if that's what you can say. Mothers usually smile at their children and stay close to them- especially when they are reunited after a thousand years but Esther is different. She seems... cold.

"Tonight's pick is a centuries-old waltz, so if all of you could please find yourselves a partner, please join us in the ballroom," Elijah continues speaking and I walk with the crowd, hoping to find Elijah there. I surely did not miss the way Esther retreated silently back upstairs.

"My dear!" I finally spot Elijah speaking to me, "I was afraid you left me all alone."

I gasped dramatically, "I would never! Who else will help me pick my dresses?"

Elijah winces at the memories of whenever I forced to him to help me with my clothes- a situation he found himself in way too many times. He was lucky though, I forced Klaus into it more.

"Well, shall we?" He smiles at me, extending his hand.

"We shall."

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Damon and Elena walk out into the ballroom but I try my best not to pay them any attention. It would be a shame if I killed my sister's wannabe at a Mikaelson party.

'Give me Love' by Ed Sheeran plays as Elijah twirls me.

"If I may ask, why are you really in Mystic Falls?" Elijah asks me.

I smile at him, "Rebekah asked me to come, and well, everyone has to come back now and then, right?"

He nods gravely, his hands on my waist, "And what of your husband?"

My face hardens when he asks that, "I am here for you, Elijah, I am here to fight for the Mikaelson's and if Damon comes in the way of me protecting the only family that stuck with me- I will not hesitate to be the one to kill him."

"I doubt it," Elijah shrugs nonchalantly, "You love him."

I give him a small smile, "Well love is over-rated."

He twirls me again and suddenly I am in Klaus' arms.

"Nik," I smile as he places his hands around my waist, "Like the new girl."

He smirks at me, "She is quite special."

"I see," I nod, "Will she be the one to turn the evil hybrid into somewhat less evil?"

Klaus grins, "Nothing can turn me less evil. I guarantee you that."

"As long as there is hope, my darling Nik," I say as I watch Damon dance with Rebekah, "There will be a day when you will become a hero and not a villain."

"I will hold you on that, Charlotte," He says as he twirls me again and I find myself in another's arms.

Damon's to be more specific.

"Oh! He is dancing with me and it's not our wedding," I say as Damon looks down at my short figure, holding me tight. I try my best not to look into his eyes because I know that if I do- I will break.

"Well, I have changed," Damon says as we waltzed, "As have you."

"It's strange how much heartbreak can make you more of a woman, you know," I tell him, "Especially if it is because of the man I have loved for more than a century."

Damon shrugs, "Well we clap with both hands, Mrs. Salvatore."

I give him a sarcastic smile as he laughs. For a moment there, I just revel on the sound of it- how soft it is, music to my own ears.

"You look beautiful, Char," He whispers and I look up.

"And did you tell that tp Elena?" I answer him back while rolling my eyes before walking out to the lawn because I am so scared that I will cry or do something worse. I watch as Elena and Stefan walk back in.

I shouldn't cry. I don't want to but I can't help it. I am thinking about all the reasons why I shouldn't be in this town when I feel someone's presence behind me.

"Why are you here?"

I turn and see my sister wearing the same gown as Elena to blend in, watching me amused. Even if I hadn't just seen the younger doppelganger a few minutes ago, I would have known it was Katerina. Her eyes always gave it away- never for the life of her did her eyes hold an innocent emotion.

"Oh Sestra," She tutted at me, "Still being pathetic about a vampire who broke her ."

I give her a fake smile, "Oh Katerina, still being a horny teenager yearning for attention even though she has been alive for five centuries."

Katerina ignores me, "I am not here to fight, Stanislava,"

"Then why are you here, Katherine? Considering the fact that the Mikaelson's are here- you should be in Australia or something," I tilt my head, as if in thought, "Or maybe go to Bulgaria- you can see where our family died because of you."

"Yeah I get it, malko Petrova," she answers calling me what many used to when I was a child- Little Petrova, "I killed everyone, you died because of me, so did Damon and Stefan, blah blah blah."

The sad thoughts in my head had left with my sister's insensitivity, "I am just checking in on you, Stanislava. It's been a while."

"Not long enough," I roll my eyes as she smirks at me.

"Hate me all you want," she shrugs as starts walking back again, "But you know I am the only one who truly cares for you. See you in the moon, Stanislava,"

She said the last part in Bulgarian and I watch her walk away.

"So I can see you in the sun, Katerina," I answer to the disappearing silhouette of my big sister.

I leave the party after that and go to have a few drinks at a bar known as the Mystic Grill, a place I know opened in 1906. As I drink down my scotch I realize that I can't run away from this. Mystic Falls has a way of never letting me leave and I guess... it's my turn to watch this through.

'Welcome back to Mystic Falls, Mrs. Salvatore,' I think to myself.

Everything has changed here, everyone has. Both Damon and I have.

As I find myself back in the Salvatore Boarding House, I wonder what Margaret would think of who I have become. She would probably call me a lunatic for ever coming back.

"-Are you suggesting I can't be gentle?" I hear Damon's voice and I am so scared of who it might be that he is talking to as he poured himself a drink.

My heart breaks when I hear Rebekah, my best friend's voice back, "Are you suggesting I can't be gentle?"

I am standing right outside the door and I can hear them near the fireplace. I know what is about to happen but I can't walk away.

I can feel my tears finally coming, memories flooding my head of a day much like this. I hate it, I hate all of this.

"No," Damon answers her back, "I'm just saying that you should find someone a little more durable. That's all."

'That's what you get for coming to Mystic Fall, Charlotte.'

"And who would that be?" Rebekah answers Damon in a seducing manner and I start to back away.

"Charlotte's going to kill me," I hear Rebekah say, "But it's not like she is ever going to find out."

I back away from the door and run. I run as fast as I can in my heels because I can't take it anymore. My mascara is running and I am a mess and I have no idea where to go.

Finally after asking a few people for an address I stand outside the white door wondering if I should knock but the door opens before I have a chance to.

"Charlotte?" Elena looks at me in surprise.

"I am sorry," I cry- I probably look like a mess. My dress is wrinkled and my face has run down make up, "But I had no where else to go."

"So you came here?" she asks confused and I understand. She hardly knows me and I have been very... unkind whenever I talked to her.

"I didn't want anyone asking me too many questions."

She smiles at me sympathetically.

"Come in."

'Welcome to Mystic Falls, Mrs. Salvatore.'

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