Rolling his eyes and sighing, Stefan looks at the front door. With a deep breath, he leave the house to find Evelyn. He sees her walking down the sidewalk, and uses his speed to catch up to her. The air from his running hits her, and she jumps when he appears by her shoulder. Stefan sticks his hands in his pockets, “Want to talk about it?”
“That is a great apology,” Evelyn keeps her eyes in front of her. She keeps her fingers wrapped around the strap of her back, maintaining a steady pace as she tries to walk faster than Stefan.
Stefan speeds up as well and sighs again. Stopping in front of her and grabbing the sides of her arms, he looks at her, “I am sincerely sorry, okay?”
“Apology not accepted,” Evelyn huffs and shakes so Stefan pulls his hands away.
“I’m sorry I asked,” he sticks his hands back in his pockets and prevents Evelyn from continuing down the street. “Now please, why do you hate Katherine and Elena? What did Katherine take from you and Elocin?”
“Too long of a story,” Evelyn tries to walk around him.
He dodges and blocks her again, “I have eternity.”
“Stefan, please,” Evelyn fixes the bag’s strap so it shifts on her shoulder. “You wouldn’t understand.”
“Well then I will try as hard as I can to comprehend it,” he tries to force a smile, but his lips turn back to normal when Evelyn refuses to look at him.
Her eyes stay shifted past him as she mumbles and nods slowly. “Thanks for caring, but I really should go,” Evelyn brushes past his shoulder and frowns as she gradually goes from a walk to a run. Stefan watches until she makes her way around the corner, and he can no longer see her.
“Ouch!” The whine echos down the hall to Damon. As soon as he hears the yell from Elocin, Damon hurries up the stairs and down the hall to where she is laying.
“What happened?” Damon asks with worry in his voice, his eyes scan her body looking for any injuries. Then his eye come upon a shiny red spot on her stomach with a stake protruding from it.
Elocin holds up a device that looks like a smaller version of a bow, “I wanted to see what it was...” She mumbles with a shrug.
Damon sighs and picks Elocin up in his arms and starts walking, “You’re lucky that wasn’t pointed any higher”, Damon says while tapping her nose.
“Not like it would have killed me anyways,” Elocin says matter-of-factly with a small shrug.
“What do you mean?” He looks at her confused.
“Ask me another time,” She says as Damon sits her down on the counter in his bathroom.
Damon shakes his head but lets the matter drop. He then places his hands on her stomach before grabbing ahold of the stake, “On the count of three?” he asks. Elocin answers with a nod and braces her hands on the counter, “One, tw-” and he yanks the stake from her stomach.
“What happened to three?!” She asks in an upset voice while giving him a small glare.
“ Three,” Damon says before continuing, “It was late...?” he asks.
Elocin sighs and looks down at the bloody mess that was her stomach, “Can I borrow a shirt?” she asks while picking at the torn strings of her own.
He walks out of the bathroom and over to his closet, where he flips through his shirts before pulling one off the hanger. After that he shuffles through his drawers till he finds a pair of grey sweats, then he tosses them to where she is standing in the bathroom doorway.
