𝓒𝓵𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓽𝔂 || Stefan Salvatore || Vampire Diaries ||

Two

Her second day back, Jeremy filled her in on everything, unable to keep things from her. They were close, if you didn't know Ellie was a year younger than Elena, you would have thought her and Jeremy were twins with their proximity. That was besides the point though.

Since Elliott had already known of the supernatural, she was prepared. There was a tattoo nobody knew about except for her, her therapist Meg, and one other person that gave her the idea. An anti possession symbol was inked into her ribs below her left breast. The ink was slightly diluted with vervain and a few other herbs to keep her safe. She couldn't be compelled or possessed.

Which was why, after going with her brother to the masquerade and having to catch a ride with Elena, she wasn't scared that she didn't wake up at home in her bed. The couch she had been laid up on was honestly disgusting, and she was quick to roll off of it and onto the floor. While it was still dirty, she wasn't risking catching anything by sitting on the floor.

Elena entered the room and her eyes met Ellie's unphased ones. Elliott looked away and instead smoothed out her dress. It wasn't anything fancy, a dark red fabric covered her top half and a black belt covered where the fabric switched into a black skirt ending just above her knees. She didn't wear heels unless they were boots, so she wore black converse instead. Her short brown hair had braids in random places throughout it, giving her hair a Viking look.

Elena sat on the couch silently, eyes scanning Elliott's arms. The elder brunette had made a habit of checking for those red lines on her sister's pale skin. When she didn't find any, Elena looked away. She didn't want to explain anything to Ellie, not when she just got back from a psych ward.

Elliott tilted her head back and rested it on the couch behind her. She moved her legs to trail off to her side, her head starting to hurt. She must have been hit in the head. She knew she shouldn't, but Elliott ended up falling asleep.

She woke to a scream. Clambering to her feet, she stumbled as a wave of vertigo hit her. Elena was quick to wrap an arm around her waist, holding her up. She felt sick, but it was a specific kind of nausea that made her heart sink.

"Elena, my meds!" Elliott shouted, wavering in place. Her stomach churned at the knowledge that she wasn't properly medicated. She hadn't felt this much anxiety in a while. It was disorienting compared to the confidence she'd built up. "I need to take my meds."

Elena didn't know what to do here. Elijah was looking at them in interest and Rose was glaring at Elena specifically. She held her sister tighter to herself, and she helped the girl when she started heaving.

Elliott fell back to her knees, the churning in her stomach getting too intense. She gagged, but nothing came up.

Elena gasped as Elliott blacked out, her body growing heavy. The elder teen just barely caught her sister in time.

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Elliott woke up for a second time on a couch. This one was extremely comfortable, and clean! She grumbled and her eyes fluttered open. Her gaze fell on Stefan Salvatore, whom was sat on the coffee table in front of her. His eyebrows were pinched into a worried expression.

"Hey Elliott. You're safe here." The younger Salvatore brother promised. She pushed herself into a sitting position, rubbing her eyes to get the sleep out of them. As they fell back to her sides, Stefan caught one in his own hand. He peeled her hand open and his other hand dumped an assortment of familiar colored pills into her waiting palm.

He offered a glass of water that she accepted, downing it and the pills immediately.

Neither teen spoke of the sparking, tingling sensation that came with touching the other. Instead, Elliott stretched out, groaning as her shoulders cracked.