Keeping My Distance

twenty one

EDITED

Stefan told me that he loves me. And I believe him. 

But I'm also worried he's thinking about Elena.
And wanting her back, especially after last weeks episode with her going full brat on me.

Bonnie our witch friend decided to not help Silas. And she wanted to get rid of him. So she desiccated him. He's a pile of stones as we speak. Bonnie also said she's working on a way to bring Jeremy back to life, though there's a chance it won't work. So I'm not getting my hopes up.

Currently, I'm on the phone with Elijah Mikaelson.

"The witch I have working on bringing Kol back was killed, I'm sorry Evelyn. It's going to take me awhile before I can find someone else who is willing to perform the dark and powerful magic required for the spell," He explains to me, his voice sounds disappointed.

I sigh heavily, 

"I knew it would take a long while, Elijah. And that's only if you could even get a witch to do it. Thank you for keeping me updated. I appreciate it."

"Of course, Evelyn. If you need absolutely anything, please call me. Or if you need to get away, New Orleans is safer than it used to be now, you're more than welcome to stay with my family and I," He offers. And I think it over for a second. IfI wasn't getting involved with Stefan, I honestly would take Elijah up on the deal and move down to New Orleans.

"Thank you, Elijah, that is a very kind offer. One that I will have to refuse for the moment," I tell him graciously.

I can almost see Elijah smiling through the phone,

"Be safe, Evelyn. Kol would go insane if something happened to you and he was brought back."

"I'll stay safe, Elijah. Don't worry," I reassure him, and I look up to see Damon walk into the parlor where I was situated on the couch at the moment.

"Bye, Evelyn," Elijah says softly.

"Goodbye," I tell him, hanging up and narrowing my eyes at Damon.

Elena left last week, and no one has been able to get a hold of her except Caroline. Who told us that she doesn't want to see anyone right now.

"Have you heard from your sister?" Damon asks me, his words slurred a bit. His right fist is tight around the neck of an almost empty bottle of bourbon.

I shake my head no, playing with my cellphone in my fingers. 

"Did I do something wrong?" He comes and sits across from me on the other sofa, his eyes wide and vulnerable.

I shake my head no again, 

"You've done nothing wrong to make her run, Damon. Elena is sired to you, and she probably does have residual feelings for Stefan that she didn't recognize until she saw me getting closer with him."

Damon sets the bottle of bourbon on the coffee table and rubs his face with his hands, looking back at me a moment later. A silence settles between us.

"Sometimes when you're not with someone, it helps you remember all the reasons you want to be. Sire bond or not, I know Elena loves you," I try to reassure him the best I can. But even I know  that Elena is unpredictable right now.

Somehow the silence that followed seemed to connect us better than words ever could. We just stared comfortably at one another, neither saying anything.

My mind wanders as Damon finally sits up and looks away from me, and I glance up at the beautiful wood work on the ceiling.

Stefan is off to deal with Silas's rock body, which means he's going to throw him in a giant safe and then throw that into the quarry. I hope he returns soon, our first date was supposed to happen tonight.