So this is the extremely revamped version of Dance for Me. The characters are completely different as is the plot but after reading my old version, I decided to scrap that plot and start fresh. Hope you guys enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything pertaining to The Vampire Diaries. That all belongs to its rightful owner. I do own Charlotte and Alistair.

I decided there was no point. No matter how much I argued, whined, begged, or bargained, the result would remain the same...my hair was not going to be tamed. I came to terms with the fact that, for now, I would resemble Simba when he sang "I Just Can't Wait To Be King" and put my hairbrush, now full of silver clumps of hair, back onto the counter with a resigned sigh. Of course, my first day of junior year, my hair would decide to give the proverbial 'screw you' in the form of outrageously unmanageable curls. No amount of gel or de-frizz spray would contain the beast.

'Not like I have anyone to impress anyway,' I reminded myself. Ah, the terrors of starting at a new school suddenly weighed on my shoulders. No amount of convincing debate could keep my, er, guardian away from the wonderful town of Mystic Falls (please note sarcasm) and before I knew it we were leaving the city life of London for this lovely speck of dirt in Virginia. Wonderful idea, really.

"Lottie! You can't hide up there forever! It's already quarter after 7!" ah yes. My lovely guardian, and I use the term guardian very loosely seeing as how we aren't related and he, Alistair, is more of an annoying best friend than anything, also failed to mention the fact that in order to move here he had to sell our car to get the funds for the plane tickets to Virginia. Yours truly was now faced with the horror of taking the bus as a junior (a new student to make it even worse) or getting a ride from the man who investigated the paranormal for a living.

Neither option was ideal.

It also didn't help that my face was littered with small, barely noticeable scars. Great way to start a new school year.

"I'll be down in a sec, yeah?" was my response as I scrambled for my worn leather bag, tugging at the equally worn jean jacket draped around my shoulders. Just as I was about to descend the stairs in a fit of teenage angst, the lack of warmth around my hands reminded me of my most treasured accessory.

Running back to my room, I pushed the oak door open and dug through the many drawers before finding the gloves placed in an oak chest, the lace glinting innocently in the light. I grabbed the gloves before pulling them around my thin hands, walking down the stairs at the same time.

Alistair stood at the front door wearing a white button down shirt with black slacks, a brown leather briefcase in one hand. I raised my eyes at his appearance, surprised at the professionalism.

"Al, where exactly were you employed here?" Alistair was an avid fan of the supernatural and we always lingered around areas where legends or myths were strong. To see him dressed up in a suit instead of his usual jeans and t-shirt was odd. His eyes caught the slight discoloration in my face where the healed scars etched in my skin but his face remained impassive.

"That, love, is not something you need to worry about," he quirked, gesturing towards the door. I rolled my eyes.

"You mean I was allowed to worried about the abandoned asylum filled with asbestos? Or how about that really creepy hotel room where Jack the Ripper murdered one of his victims? Or what abou-" I probably could have gone on for hours but I was cut off as Al interrupted.

"Ah right well evidently this job is much more serious than a simple stroll through abandoned buildings. Anyways, we need to get going. You have your gloves? Your necklace" He was always very fervent about my wearing of the gloves around my hands and the locket around my neck. It was a sentiment both he and I shared with equal urgency.

"Got it right here," I pointed to the pendant around my neck and the gloves around my hands, smiling as his expression softened. A sudden beeping from his watch made us both jump, ending whatever 'family' moment there was as he exclaimed how we would both be late if we didn't get a move on.

Al, lucky him, was able to find a decently priced car when we arrived in America to get us both around. The day we purchased the Kia would remain a humorous one as flashes of him struggling with the reversed seating and road arrangements became a challenge. Of course, he figured it out after a couple days but he and I both knew he would never live it down when he nearly drove into another car due to driving on the wrong side of the road. The drive was slow but as we drove through the town, I realized that with a little bit of work, I'd be able to walk to nearly every destination just fine.

"You remember what we talked about right?" Because the plane ride from London to Virginia was such a bloody long one, Al made it his very own mission to drill my head with rules I already knew. The whole flight.

"It's not like you haven't repeated them about a thousand times since we left London, how could I forget?" We made a turn down a street that looked like the center of the entire town, full with a bar/grille, city hall, post office, and courtyard.

"Just repeat them, Charlotte," Wincing, I knew Al was dead serious as he never called me by my first name otherwise. Likewise, I only addressed him as Alistair unless I was particularly annoyed with him.

"Remain on guard. Report to you if anything suspicious comes up. Keep the necklace on. Don't talk about anything paranormal. And observe everything. That about it?" All of these rules were basic procedure when we moved to a new area because of Al's 'calling'.

"And our story?" It was also procedure that we both have a story about our past living arrangements that betrayed nothing about his er, 'career'.

"We lived in London for the past two years. You worked at Wood Street Police Station in London and I attended a boarding school in the area. We moved here because we wanted to leave the city and move abroad. We are Alistair and Charlotte Morgan, siblings who moved to Mystic Falls because they had a position open with the police department that was just too damn perfect to pass up," This story was also repeated a total of ten times on the plane before I tuned him out with earbuds and Pride and Prejudice.

"Very good. Now-"

"Let's not also forget that the town has had reports of constant supernatural activity from werewolves to vampires over the past decade and a recent check-in by an overly obsessed man confirmed that "animal" attacks have grown within the past month," was my cheeky interruption. Al's face reddened as he sighed heavily. He really was so easy to work up.

"Now we both know that's not part of the story," was his very exasperated response.

"I know. I'm just being a bitch like always. It's just going to be annoying blending in again," was my response as silence followed before he sighed again, sounding more sympathetic than annoyed. Al pulled into a slot, putting the car in park as he turned to fully face me, crystal eyes brimmed with seriousness.

"I know it's been hard. But I think it'll be nice here. It's smaller, yes, but it's kind of quaint and special and I have no doubt that you'll make it work. We'll make it work" he said, clasping my thin shoulders in his hands. I grabbed at his suit and scoffed.

"How are we going to make this work when you are already keeping me out of everything. I'm the one with the super senses. Shouldn't I be informed?" I asked, annoyed. I hated when Al played the protective brother role and kept me in the dark.

"This time is different, Lottie. It's more serious and the town has been littered with these creatures since the mid 1800s. There's a fucking council for Christ's sake. Until I know everything, I don't want to get you involved with them. Just give me some time love," Al explained, rubbing comforting circles into my shoulders.

I nodded and looked down at the locket resting against my collarbones.

"What about, you know, them?" I asked, both of us knowing who 'them' was. Al exhaled shakily and squeezed my shoulders tightly, staring deeply into my wide eyes.

"Do not approach if you see one. You come home and you tell me immediately or you call I don't care when. But do not go about this by yourself. They aren't like the witches. They don't know reason nor do they really care to when a meal is in front of them. A pretty tasty meal at that. Keep that necklace on and those senses tight and be careful. I don't care how much experience you have. I won't lose you," he stated vehemently squeezing my shoulders again before tugging me into a hug, one I returned with equal vigor.

"I love you, Al. Please be careful. You're not as sensitive as I am," I muttered into his shoulder, the sound muffled by his jacket. He squeezed tight before letting go completely and tracing his hands over the lily white lines slightly marring my face.

"Don't worry about me. Worry about yourself and remain aware. Now I think it's just about time you get to class, yeah? I'll be here by 3. I know school ends at 2:40 so just stay in the school until I get here. Call me if anything happens," he instructed before pulling me into another hug. I grabbed my worn bag and exited the car, smiling at my best friend. I turned to leave the parking lot before Al called, "Hey, Lottie," the window rolled down so that I could hear him.

"Yeah?"

"I love you, too,"

So that's it for this chapter. I'm going to be working on this story more than the Twilight one so expect an update from this one soon as I'm having a pretty creative streak at the moment. Review if you have an ideas of your own for this story or if you wish to provide some constructive criticism. See you next chapter :).

Moondust Glow.