darling - n.mikaelson

The world rushed back to Charlotte Salvatore not with a gentle hum, but with a violent tug, a sensation like being wrenched from a deep, dreamless sleep. Her eyes fluttered open to a blinding light, then slowly focused on the anxious, yet hopeful face of a young witch, Bonnie. The air tasted of dust and magic, and the sound of chanting, now abruptly ceased, still hummed in her ears.
"Holy shit," Bonnie muttered, a breathless laugh escaping her lips. "I can't believe it worked."
Charlotte could only gasp, a sound that felt foreign and new in her throat. She pulled the witch into a fierce, wordless hug, the warmth of another human body a dizzying shock after 145 years of cold, absolute isolation.
Seconds later, the familiar scents of her brothers, Stefan and Damon, enveloped her. They pulled her into a tight embrace, their hands warm, their presence overwhelming. Tears, hot and real, streamed down her face. She was home. She was alive.
