Your Saviour | Stefan Salvatore

6: Hate Is A Strong Word

Present Day

Damon lowered himself to the ground so he sat opposite to her, his back against the wall as his eyes stayed sternly on hers. A tear dropped from her eye, definitely not proud of what she had done.

"How is being Klaus's lapdog the worst of the worst?" Damon asked, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. Eleanor shook her head, raising her hands on her forehead in anger. The chains still weighed her hands down, but she could feel the passion surging forward. The passion that made her turn her innocence away and let the suppressed aggression free. But the first person she would hurt would be Damon and she couldn't have that.

"It isn't," She sighed in frustration as Damon tried to add up the pieces, "1936, Me and the Mikaelson's returned to Mystic Falls. They were going to let me free of being their servant, but the problem was - I didn't want to leave."

"What possible brilliant thing could he have done to make you want to stay over four years?" The eldest Salvatore exclaimed, growing more impatient by the minute. The story was not supposed to be rushed, it was a story she had always thought of with delicate care.

"He made me do things that I'd never want to do now." She gestured Damon forward, indicating he hadn't heard the full story. Slowly he approached her, his masculine fingers being placed on her head until he was warped into the world of 1934.

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"I've tried calling Damon seven times Bonnie! The last thing I heard was that Stefan was loose, what if he's in trouble?" Elena shouted, pacing back and forth in her bedroom. Light shined through her room, the blinds almost reflecting the sun due to the polished wood. But she walked over to them, pushing two of the strips apart to get a better view, but still Mystic Falls carried on as usual - nothing bothering them.

"You worry too much about the wrong brother," Bonnie sighed, lighting the candles that the doppelgänger had politely placed on the floor, "The least we can do is know where about Stefan is. I'm pretty sure Damon's fine, he's going to want to know why Eleanor let him go."

"I have to trust him, it's not like he's a psychopath that would frequently go on killing sprees for pleasure." The images of Damon flashed through her mind like a black and white film strip, the innocent victims of his wrath and the extents he had been through to get what he wanted. His past was dark, casted with shadows that he wouldn't talk about.

"That's true." The witch agreed, sitting down with her legs crossed and Elena watched from the other side of the room, her eyes fixated on one of her best friends who was shifting uncomfortably on the floor.

"But I'm glad that Eleanor is leaving," Bonnie shot her a look, "Stefan doesn't need a lot of stress on his hands when his humanity is back. For centuries he has avoided this trouble and it's not like he is going to think differently now. Eleanor chose to stay away and Stefan wouldn't forgive her easily for that."

"I'm glad you're glad." Bonnie muttered, knowing what Elena was thinking. She didn't want competition, not that it should have been. Eleanor was from his past and she hoped she would stay that way. Stefan loved her, not Eleanor Hemmings.

"It's just unlike Damon to disappear without telling me. Especially when we need to find Stefan." The doppelgänger thought as she stood up and paced to Bonnie. The witch flicked through pages of her ancestor's spell book before she located the spell she needed.

"Do you have anything of Stefan's?" Bonnie asked, ignoring the statement her best friend had just made. Sometimes she had to block out some things Elena would say because they seemed too over possessive, like both brothers were her property. She didn't realise it, but from an outsider that is how it looked.