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☆═━ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 ━═☆
"It's not you, is it?" Izadora asked from where she sat with her legs crossed in the Bernard's household's living room, speaking freely as Cassie and Serena were outside, getting the week's grocery, "I refuse to believe that I am wrong. You don't look like you could kill or even hurt anyone but yourself."
"You didn't say that at the party. You said that I was a vampire and it was about time my nature kicked in," Charlotte looked unphased as she proceeded to claim to had hurt the girl that Stefan attacked.
Izadora nodded, rising to her feet before she walked over to the fridge, "Orange juice? It always calms me down, helps me think better."
Charlotte didn't reply as the former vampire huntress shrugged to herself and poured two cups of orange juice, their kitchen was openly a part of the living room but the vampire's back was to the kitchen as Izadora walked up to her, smiling softly and offering up the glass.
"I know you didn't do it, Charlotte," She started, sipping on her drink as the brunette sighed, taking her glass politely, "You are covering up for someone and I would like to know who."
"Just kill me and get it over with. There are no other vampires in Mystic Falls," Charlotte claimed, holding onto her glass as she avoided the wrinkling face of her supposed niece, "I know it looks like I would never hurt someone and I normally wouldn't...but it was a moment of weakness and the girl is still alive?"
Izadora hummed, nodding to herself as Charlotte took her first sip of the orange juice, instantly spitting it out and coughing out hysterically, feeling the vervain burn down her throat, "See, I don't believe in collateral damage. I don't have to kill you if you have done nothing but if I have to torture the information I need out of you...," She trailed off, looking down at Charlotte as she struggled to breathe.
"Then that's exactly what I will do."
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She fluttered her eyes open, blinking back a few tears as she looked around her. It seemed as if she was underground, she looked around her, spotting the desiccating vampires, all of them envying that her last bit of blood was minutes ago and they had a very short time before they were to be just lifeless rotting bodies.
Charlotte tried to move, noticing the shackles on her hands. The brunette shook her head, tripping on her dress as she stood up, "No, no! I can't be in here!"
