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☆═━ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 ━═☆
Charlotte let out an awfully loud groan as her body collided with the ground, "This is torturing, not training. You were going to kill me."
"Oh, c'mon. You are too dramatic."
Charlotte was brave enough to practically order Damon to train her for after the latest incident with the tomb vampires, she didn't feel safe walking around with the inability to defend herself. She was a centuries-old vampire for speaking out loud and knowing the times she lived at, she had to nail being one.
"Get back up," Damon said as she huffed out, rubbing a hand over her sweaty forehead before she rose to her feet.
"I take it back. I can't do this."
"Of course you can," He chuckled, circling her before he grabbed a wooden stake and she eyed him with a raised eyebrow, "You already know how to kill a vamp, right, Char?"
"Yeah... But that's not what I train for. I don't want to kill someone," Charlotte shook her head, signaling it was a final no and without a discussion in order.
Damon huffed, rolling his electric blue eyes, "Well, sometimes you will have to."
"How? How does one even put themselves in a position where they have to hurt someone else?" The brunette questioned, unable to understand where he was coming from. All her life Charlotte never allowed her emotions to dive out to where she would want someone physically or emotionally hurt, she let it out each time and never held up anything for anyone so it was almost impossible to think of anyone's hatred getting the best of them to do something as horrendous as becoming a murderer. She didn't want to think of how someone could attempt to take a life that could make a change if given a chance.
"It's not 1864 anymore, Charlotte. People are not the same and even then, they weren't. You just didn't have the stomach to see their true colors," Damon claimed, spinning the wooden stake in his hand, "The easiest way to kill a vampire is through the heart."
"I don't need to know that or use it against anyone," She sighed, crossing her arms, "Just teach me how to defend myself so I won't be a joke to the supernatural community."
"You are a joke to the vampire community if you don't kill whoever crosses your way," He shot back, coming up to her.
"I can't do that, Damon. I am not like those tomb vampires... I am not blinded by revenge," She shook her head at him, grabbing the wooden stake from his hand and throwing it aside, "I don't have to kill someone so I would be safe if that's how I lived then trust me I would have been in a very different place right now."
