Your Saviour | Stefan Salvatore

14: Not Always Made

Present Day

Those four words can always send somebody off edge. The words that could break somebodies heart into shards and make their mind whirl with lifeless thoughts. I can't love you, it can mean many things at once - and to Eleanor they meant everything. Her mind was everywhere and her chest hurt, the ache and warmth it used to feel had grown ice cold.

"Thank you for your honesty." She whispered, trying to avoid the tightness in her throat and the tears in her eyes. All she had to do was keep reminding herself that she needed this, this was the one thing to set her free. Except, she felt more closer to him than she ever did, like a spider trapped in web.

"But I can't let you jump on that plane," He told her, suddenly revving his engine of his car and turning back onto the road, "I'm on my way."

"Stefan... Please don't do this." Eleanor told him, wiping her eyes dry as she stood up and grabbed her handbag. As she headed to the staircase that took her to the plane, the Salvatore mumbled on,

"If you leave then it'll be like the 30s again," the female vampire came to a rapid halt, "Stay until I can control myself again. For me." Those last words, for me, she realised every action she did or move she made - it was for him and for him only. She wanted to say no, reject his offer; she almost did. But even hearing that they were never going to work, Eleanor Hemmings still thought she was destined for his soul.

"Okay." It had just came out, nothing to do with her thoughts and assumptions. But that was love, Stefan just couldn't notice that those feelings were still there.

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After Stefan had driven Eleanor home in complete and utter silence, he headed back to the bar to see Rebekah and Damon. His brother smiled and gestured for him to join them, of course he did after he grabbed a drink of whisky from the bar.

"She okay?" Damon muttered, earning a nod from his brother.

"Little bit shaken up, but she'll get better." Stefan replied, taking a sip out of his glass of whisky - the ice hitting his lips before his eyes landed back on to the sassy, female Original Vampire who was exclaiming with her hands in the air.

"Sage? Would you like to expand?" She questioned, a hand on her hip. Damon had told her to leave, but she had clearly not gotten the message.

"So, let's just say Sage was killing everyone in 1912. Who the hell is doing it now? It's not that psycho, Dr. Fell. She's a woman. There's no way she could stab three grown men." The eldest brother threw a dart seamlessly at the board but Rebekah caught it in mid-air.

"That's a bit sexist. A woman could easily kill a man, with the right motivation." Her eyes lit up, almost as if she was trying to brag about her overall existence. Damon ignored the jab and rolled his eyes dramatically, as his brother perched forward on his seat.

"You just, uh, don't give up, do you?" Stefan asked, raising an eyebrow in her direction. The Original smirked, placing down the dart and flicking her golden hair over her shoulder.

"Why are you so grumpy?" Rebekah asked, pouting as her damsel eyes looked down at him. Damon pushed her back slightly, gaining her attention.

"He's on a master cleanse," He whispered close to her ear, "Trying to be a better man and all." The female vampire turned back to the youngest Salvatore and smiled sarcastically,

"You know, you were a lot more fun in the '20s." She bit her lower lip, snatching his drink off the table and downing most of it. Damon bumped her with his elbow,