Your Saviour | Stefan Salvatore

10: Hell In Us

Present Day

She felt as if she were falling, her hands were tied and she couldn't save herself from the death to come. Eleanor screamed, trying to escape the ropes as the ground came closer and closer. The most scary thing was, was that Eleanor had never been face to face with death before. But as it approached, nothing was going through her mind - not even Stefan Salvatore, or all of the ugly deeds she had done. Nothing.

"Eleanor!" A voice yelled and suddenly she jolted out of her dream and sat up. At the end of her bed, Damon sat with a concerned look on his face. She ran a hand through her chestnut curls and turned her face towards him, "You okay?"

That's when she realised she must have been screaming; she pressed her fingers against her cheeks where she felt fresh, salty tears. It was just a dream, Eleanor told herself as Damon furrowed his eyebrows.

"I'm fine, just a bad dream - you know." She whispered to him, not being able to shake the feeling of death trying to take her as she almost hit the ground. Eleanor peered around the room, noticing that everything in this bedroom looked identical since she had last been inside it. But it was Stefan's room, "Damon, what's going on? W-Why am I in your brothers room?"

"I think he wants to explain himself but I told him that you'd want to hear it from me. He forgives you, El." She sucked in a breath, knowing that Stefan wasn't an easy forgiver. For killing his unknown step-sister, for siding with an Original and for beating him up to get his humanity back on.

"What do you mean he forgives me?" She asked, her bottom lip quivering as she thought of all the possible reasons he would be forced to forgive her. None of them seemed real, considering that Damon was sitting here and not seeing his brother.

"Well," Damon began as he looked for the words to say, "He doesn't exactly forgive you, but he's on his way to. You know, you did kill my- our sister." Eleanor swallowed as her eyes landed onto his, reminding her off the times where all she used to see inside them was fury and pain. But now he was changing and she liked him better that way.

"I think I should talk to him-" But then as she began to get out of bed, Damon held his hand up.

"You're still full of vervain, plus I don't want you to go all 'Kung-fu' on him. Let's just say you've woken up several times, so how do I know you're not going to flip out again?" The older Salvatore sibling asked, pouting as he lowered his hand.

"When you and Katherine were dating, you used to-" But then he interrupted desperately.

"That's enough, go and speak to him already." So Eleanor rose out of her - well Stefan's bed, and ushered him out of the room as she got changed. For a moment she stared at herself in the mirror, admiring what she had became over the last couple of years. As her eyes stared back, she had a brief vision. Screaming. Falling. Dying. Loneliness.

A tear dropped from her eye but she swiped it away quickly, her mind buzzing with questions to be answered. She didn't understand why she was having these vivid dreams. Eleanor had vowed not to ever be weak, but here she was. Eleanor was getting chest pains, but that didn't matter, it was probably from when she almost died. Or maybe her dreams. She was standing there, letting a stupid vision get the best of her. Instead of hyperventilating, she finished combing her hair and she opened the door. But in front of her was the one and only, Stefan Salvatore.

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Eleanor knew she couldn't do this right now. Her mind was everywhere and she couldn't even focus on him, she needed to know what was going on with her mind and why it was deciding to play horrifying tricks on her. Had she been cursed? But Eleanor couldn't see any hex tattooed on her skin, although she knew that something else must have happened. Or it was her paranoia... Even though she had never been paranoid. Ever.