Your Saviour | Stefan Salvatore

7: Dead To Me

Present Day

Eleanor tried to probe her mind into his, but he was mentally blocking it. She tried to push through, but it only gave him a chance to smash her against the Salvatore crypt, her hands falling off his head instantly. A tear dropped down her cheek, knowing that if he hates her now then he should at least have another reason to hate her.

"I may have my humanity back on," He told her in a whisper, stepping extra close so that she could feel his breaths against her lips, "But it doesn't change the amount of hate I have for you. Cry all you want, I don't care." He threw his hands up, taking a couple of steps back as she let another tear fall. Eleanor had made a promise that she would stay strong, she would never feel weak in defeat. But when it came down to Stefan, he could manipulate her in ways that it made her feel human again - like the minuscule child she used to be. Like the seventeen year old who was turned into a vampire.

"You don't get to walk away from this Stefan!" She yelled as he continued to walk away, not even batting an eyelid in her direction. He had never been like this before, fuelled with rage so that his body wasn't filled with water. It was filled with fire.

"Watch me." He turned around for a brief second, so quick that she only got a glimpse of his lime eyes. Eleanor wiped her eyes rapidly, knowing that her hands were covered in mud and her shirt was a magnet for the leaves. In her pocket, Damon had handed her a vervain gun; she never intended to use it against the youngest Salvatore but she had to. He wanted to keep her safe, knowing that when it was all over that Stefan would never forgive himself and he'd want her back. But Damon hadn't seen the pure hatred in his eyes.

Eleanor slipped the gun out of her pocket, her hands shaking like mad. She had never used a gun in her whole unusually long life, but it wasn't really essential. Stefan trotted away, minding his own business as his head spun at the slightest of sounds. Her fingers folded around the trigger, her own subconscious trying to get the better of her.

Shooting Stefan was like shooting herself.

Before she knew it a bullet went flying, the pistol only pushing her back slightly as she held the gun out in front of her. Stefan turned around, his fingers curling around the bullet at supernatural speed. Eleanor paced forward, growing more confident with every stride. She shot his foot and he wasn't fast enough to dodge it. She shot him again in the arm as he almost cried out in pain. Suddenly she was shooting continuously, raging herself even more with all the lies she had used to protect him. But he was nearly two hundred, he could protect himself.

Within seconds she was standing besides Stefan's lifeless body, his brain creating dreams and visions for himself before he woke up. Eleanor reached for her phone and dialled Damon's number. But as soon as he picked up, she regretted it.

"Eleanor, what do I owe this pleasure?" He sarcastically spoke, sipping on his bourbon. Right now she could imagine him inside his parlour, tipping the liquor into a glass and downing it right away.

"Sorry I dialled the wrong number. Goodbye Damon." But before he could respond she ended the call, shoving her phone in her pocket as she began to wonder what she was going to do with the youngest Salvatore. But then she thought, what if she could get into his mind to show him the truth?

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Eleanor had decided to bring him to her apartment. She had rented it but never often stayed there, knowing that she would stay with the Salvatore's until she was leaving again. The apartment wasn't the most prettiest one she could've had, it had a torn up leather couch with a television that barely worked. The bed was a completely different story, the mattress felt like feathers beneath her when she first arrived - the night before she drove to Mystic Falls - and the light was at the correct dimness that it would make any couple's night better. She dragged his body onto the sofa, resting his head against a pillow she had found in her bedroom. Then she made her way to the door, pushing the chest of drawers against it and an armchair. It would take reasonable time to put it back again, especially as a vampire on vervain.