"Are we out of the woods yet? Are we in the clear yet?..."
Elena Gilbert thought she knew pain, she was not even close. Eudora- a powerful elemental witch- knew pain, she knew loss, mourning and grief better than any other. Her sisters were parts of...
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"Rise and shine Sleepyheads" Damon Salvatore smirked, sat on the end of his little brothers bed. Eudora was sat across the room, cross legged on the desk, In the past few days she had returned to full health and was now smiling at the protesting couple as she sipped her tea, so carefully made for her by Damon. The two had bonded since their time spent together at the decade dance and would now call one another friends.
"Damon! Please!" Elena growled out, pulling her blanket up over her body further at the same time as Stefan spoke out in protest.
"Damon! What are you doing?"
"Ohh" Damon smirked "Stop being smutty."
"Seriously, get out of here." Stefan frowned, sitting up and catching gazes with Eudora who was sat on the desk opposite. He was momentarily stumped, her hair fell in a perfect blonde sheet to just passed her shoulders, framing her angelic face which now had a smile on her soft candy coloured cupids bow lips, her eyes sparkling. Stefan couldn't help but swallow, remembering fondly the feel of those lips on his though he quickly recomposed himself, eyes scanning down her body briefly. He felt a strange sense of disgust fill his chest, disgust at himself, at Elena. Though seeing this to be ridiculous, he coughed and shook it off.
Eudora was once again completely covered despite the slightly warmer weather, she had a long sleeved grey turtle neck t shirt and dark blue jeans, boots on her feet. The witch truly was something incredible.
"Please, if I see something I haven't seen before, I'll throw a dollar at it." he promised and Elena gasped slightly, gaining Stefan's attention once more. "Now listen, we have some very important business to discuss. "
"And it has to be right now?" Elena frowned.
"Why yes it does, sweet Eudora didn't come all the way here for a breakfast meeting just for it to get cancelled on her. Where's the hospitality? The indecency should make you overcompensate with friendliness, I'd say" Damon rambled and the blonde giggled, catching Elena's raised eyebrows which just made the witch mock her friends expression. "And we have lots to do." he clapped. "Now that we're all friends.. and working toward a common goal." Stefan and Elena exchanged glances as Damon stood and made his way to where Eudora sat. The raven haired male leant against the desk beside her with a grin. "So, in order to open the tomb, we need to find the journal, to get the grimoire, to undo the spells. First things first since you are Elena Gilbert, You're on journal duty."
"Since when am I helping?"
"Well, Stefan's helping and you've taken up residency in Stefan's bed, ergo... " Damon smirked and Stefan cut him off soon after.
"You don't have to do anything you don't want to do."
"I'll look for it today" Elena promised.
"Good" Damon returned with faux happiness.
"How do we know that this journal will hold the location of the grimoire?" Stefan wondered. "We're really going to take the word of this vampire? He seemed like a bit of a dimwit." the male wondered and the older brother exchanged a glance with Eudora which Stefan couldn't understand the meaning of.
