Your Saviour | Stefan Salvatore

1: Hometown

Mystic Falls was definitely a sight that Eleanor never thought she would see again. From her last visit, she knew that any visit she wished to endure to the town would have never been a great one. Especially since she knew that the Salvatore's still lived here.

But the town was also where she was born and raised, and turned into a vampire too. She knew that her visit here might bring certain things up to the surface - but it was a risk she was willing to take, even if she knew she would end up regretting it later.

Ever since she last visited, which was in the 1930's, the whole place hadn't changed much. The Mystic Grill was still one of the most iconic places she had known of in the town, as many events that had occurred in her life were loosely assigned to that particular building. Eleanor now knew where her favourite place would be once again.

Even as she compared her memories of Mystic Falls to the more modernised society, her mind was pin-pointed on her friend, Stefan Salvatore. He was her old best friend back in the day, and an old-time lover. But even as time progressed, her mind never wandered to think about how he was, and what he was doing.

Eleanor had been given a task by Lexi Branson - a dead vampire who used to be her childhood best-friend. She had to save him from his desires once again, like the older days.

But this time it was different, she hadn't visited on birthdays like she used to and Eleanor was convinced that he thought she was dead. After some personal issues drove her away from the Salvatore, she knew one day they would be reunited. She didn't expect this day to come so soon; it terrified her in one way but in another it made her feel blessed. Nobody was able to wait seventy years to see their friend again.

The vampire turned her GPS off as she knew her way around Mystic Falls. Even as it was modernised, it still was the same directions. Lexi had told her to look at the Salvatore boarding house first, to see if Damon was inside. I can't believe they still live there, Eleanor thought to herself as she sped across Wickery Bridge, after all this time.

It felt unusual walking up to the boarding house, it reminded her of the time when Stefan had just been turned into the same creature she was, a vampire. After the corpses were moved out, it was his chance to go back and take some clothes. At first, the Salvatore Boarding house was his safety rope. But then everything began to go missing, bloodstained blouses, bracelets of his mothers. Every single thing he loved the most disappeared, apart from Eleanor Hemmings.

But then one day she did too.

At first she wanted to turn back, climb inside her Ferrari and drive away. But she couldn't do that, not when Stefan needed her to pull him back. He was at a point of no return, but Eleanor knew how to create a path to his humanity again, but first she needed to know what happened. Without a thought, she tapped on the door sheepishly. When nobody arrived, she was convinced that nobody was inside. But then Damon appeared, looking more aroused than he usually did - but it was nice to see his face again. At first he was speechless and she couldn't help but reveal a smile.

"Eleanor." Damon half-whispered as his eyes lit up. He looked her up and down, wondering if she was real or a hallucination.

"Yep, that's me." She replied with a minuscule smile, slightly excited that one of her old enemies had been joyful to see her.

After a lengthy conversation with Damon, Eleanor sat down on one of the sofa's. It was a burgundy colour, made out of velvet and metal. She recognised it from her last visit, but she had thought that it would have been gone by now.

Eleanor hadn't brung up the touchy topic of Stefan and it didn't seem that he wanted to talk about it either. Damon knew the reason why she had came here, but he wasn't sure how she knew.