2 | the beginning of a friendship

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"Toodles!"


Already with Theia's return, things were getting interesting, Elena thought as she watched her siblings take a seat at the bar, Matt getting up to serve them after his quick break.


Elena vowed she would protect her sister and brother, whatever it takes.


'Whatever it takes...' She repeated to herself.


. . .


The clearing was only illuminated by the stars in the sky, and the full moon looming above. It took only a moment for Theia to register where she was.


Steven's Quarry.


Fire suddenly blazed around her, trapping her within a circle. But the flames around her weren't the ones she was used to. They weren't regular flames.


Screams and shrieks of pain echoed around her, accompanied by the cracks of bones breaking, and blood dripping.


"Elena? Jen -"


Theia jumped from her dream with a frown, her brows furrowed in confusion. "Must've been quite the dream you had there." Damon smirked, having seen her jump awake from his spot leaning against the doorway.


Theia only yawned, getting up and heading to her bathroom. Theia heard him shifting, rolling her eyes and turning on the sink and splashing her face.


"Mhm, it was definitely quite a dream." Theia agreed as she pulled her hair up out of her face, the strange dream still replaying in her mind as she tried her hardest to make out what she saw. It was there, but it wasn't. There was something, someone else there. Who?


She walked back out and went through her closet as Damon flopped on the bed. "Was I in it?" Damon wiggled his eyebrows, leaning on his elbow in a model-like position.


"Ha! You wish," Theia scoffed as she went back into her en-suite to change. She could practically feel Damon's eyes following her around her room.


Damon only hummed, "So, you aren't going to ask how I got in here?" Theia rolled her eyes from within her closet, trying to find her perfect outfit for the day. She felt like being specifically matching today, her eyes landing on the perfect thing.

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