𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃, stefan salvatore

( 006 ) MEMORIES.

145 years ago

"Come catch me, Mr. Salvatore,"  Eliza Forbes shouted, happily, as she ran through the garden of the Salvatore Estate, her beautiful brown locks gliding through the wind along with her. Her mother would've scolded her, if she saw what Eliza was doing, especially in the dress she had on. Eliza adorned a pale, apricot-coloured silk dress with drapes of hand-made lace and big bows. It was personally made for her, gifted by George Lockwood, her soon-to-be husband. Eliza wanted to secretly hate the dress, but even she knew how beautiful it looked. 

"You won't get too far, Ms. Forbes," Stefan said, playfully, as he turned the corner and grabbed her waist while spinning her around. She screamed as he laughed, pure happiness bursting out of the both of them. As he stopped spinning, he let her go and she turned around to glaze at him, lovingly. Adoration was prominent on Stefan's face for the young girl before him, wanting to do nothing more than to take her in his arms and kiss her to show everybody that she was his, and he was hers. 

But unfortunately, Eliza was set to marry another – the Lockwood boy. And if anybody saw that her and Stefan were anything but friends, there would be serious consequences for both of them. 

Stefan secretly held her hand, facing away from the windows of his Estate, so nobody could catch what he was doing. He gently rubbed his thumb along the side of her skin, and looked around to see if anybody was outside. When the coast was clear, he ran towards the woods, Eliza following behind him. 

Stefan shook his head, as the memory of him and Eliza faded away. He thought about her sometimes and it made him feel better until he realised that the reason she died so young was because of him. He was thinking about her more often now, and perhaps it had something to do with the fact that there was a living, breathing, double of herself.  

Stefan walked towards his room and entered to see Damon sitting at his desk, reading his journal. He looked up and smirked. "How were tryouts? Did you make the team? Very Emerson, the way you reveal your soul with so many...adjectives." Stefan was pissed, but he didn't show it as he strode towards his brother and snatched the journal out of his hands. "I still see that you're writing about Eliza. Still guilty about killing her? You got some serious baggage, dude." 

Stefan held a stern look, clearly not amused by Damon's joke. "What are you doing here?"

"I've come to apologize. I've been doing some thinking, some soul searching, and...I want us to start over. We need to put the past behind us. You're my little brother, and if you want to live a normal, happy human life, then I want that for you. Maybe I can do it, too. That I can learn to be a non-living living person. Maybe there's hope for both of us," Damon exclaimed with fake sympathy as he got up from Stefan's seat. 

"You know, it doesn't have to be this way, Damon." 

"Of course it doesn't. I saw Elena today, BTW. That means "by the way." She was at cheerleading practice. She looked so perky in her little short shorts." Damon smirked. "I also saw Evelyn there, she looked cute as a button." Stefan tensed up at his words. "Just...simmer down, I didn't even go near them. I've got my own cheerleader now. Ooh, that reminds me...I gotta run. I have a date. Sweaty palms. Wish me luck."

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Elena, Evelyn and Bonnie were preparing dinner – correction – Elena and Bonnie were, while Evelyn sat down and watched them, too lazy to help in any way.

"You explain it. Last night, I'm watching Nine-o, a commercial breaks come on and I'm like, I bet it's that phone commercial. And sure enough, it's that guy and the girl with the bench, he flies to Paris and he flies back. They take a picture," Bonnie explained to both Evelyn and Elena. She was trying to convince them that she was in fact, psychic.