"Nic, are you okay?" Eleanor moved back from him and looked at his body. There were blood stains on his shirt, but no wounds to be seen.
"Yes, Elle. But you need some rest. It's been awhile since you have been alive, you might need some blood." He said to her. She nodded, Eleanor was feeling ratherly hungry for blood. Klaus got up, just as Rebekah gasped for air.
Eleanor quickly ran over to her best friend, and kneeled down beside her. Rebekah looked around the room, then spotted Eleanor, alive and well.
"Rebekah?" Eleanor said softly.
"Eleanor? Is that really you?" She said, scared and excited. Eleanor nodded, feeling the tears form in her eyes. Rebekah gasped and pulled her into a hug. Eleanor let the tears fall from her eyes as she reuinted with Rebekah.
"Elle, here." Klaus tapped her shoulder and gave her a blood bag.
"What's this?"
"Blood, what do you think?" Damon scoffed from behind. The rest of them were still shocked, but got over it quickly. Klaus gave Damon a look, not wanting anyone to harm his lover.
"I know that, but what is in?" Eleanor turned the bag over in her hands, examining it.
"A bag. People these days use them when they're in the hospital, where as vampires use it to drink from. Easier than killing people." Damon said before anyone else could respond.
"But, I like my blood fresh. So, I decide to kill them." Klaus shrugged, as if it was nothing. Eleanor stayed quiet and brang the tube sticking out of it to her mouth, feeling relieved as she finally has something to eat.
Eleanor finished the blood bag and placed it on the nearest table. She stood up, feeling refreshed and energized, yet still hungry. She smoothed out her dress, which was dirty and ripped.
"Rebekah?" She turned to her. Rebekah nodded, "Can we go get me some new clothing? These are all old and disgusting."
"Of course. But, maybe take a shower first. And, I'll lend you some clothes." Rebekah smiled. But Eleanor was confused, "What is a shower?"
"Right. You're still stuck in the 13th century. I'll explain to you on the way back to my place." Rebekah said and stuck out her arm. Eleanor gladly laced her arm with hers, and they walked over to Rebekah's car, which Eleanor had many questions about.
"So, who is this girl? And why didn't you want us to wake her?" Damon asked after the girls left.
"Why should I tell you?" Klaus crossed his arms.
"Because we are the ones who woke her up." Caroline said.
"You weren't supposed too." Klaus glared at the blonde girl.
"Why?" Elena spoke up.
"Because she's the one that can turn off the supernatural curse. It's suppose to be done this year, on May 25th." Klaus raised his voice slighty. He was annoyed with everyone. One, because they woke his somewhat dead girlfriend, and two, he wanted to spend every moment with her.
"What?" Elena gasped.
"What's with all the questions?" Klaus sighed and left the boarding house.
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"My goodness, I feel so clean." Eleanor said when she exited the washroom in one of Rebekah's dresses.
"That's what's amazing about showers." Rebekah got up and lead her friend downstairs and into the car.
"I am still amazed by this contraption!" Eleanor smiled when she got into the car.
"You need to learn some 21st century slang. Nobody uses 'contraption' anymore." Rebekah rolled her eyes and started driving into town.
"And these houses! I can't believe how many there are!" Eleanor totally ignored Rebekah. She kept on pointing out so many things that Rebekah already knew about, but amazed her. Rebekah would always respond with 'yup' and 'that's cool'.
"Wow. Look at all these clothes!" Eleanor gasped when they entered a shop. She ran over to on of the racks and looked through them, but huffed.
"What's wrong?" Rebekah came over to her.
"Everything! Look at how small everything is! And these colours are just hideous!" Eleanor replied.
"That's what people wear nowadays, sweetie." Rebekah picked up a few shirts and hung them on her arm.
"This is so tiny!" Eleanor exclaimed and held up a crop top. Rebekah nodded in agreement; it was hideous and looked like only a child could fit into it.
"Where are the dresses?" She sighed and looked around the store for the dress section. Rebekah grabbed her arm and pulled her to the other side of the store, where the dresses were.
"My God! Who would wear this?" Eleanor scrunched her nose up in disgust. The dress was black and small, maybe something an elf would wear to a formal party.
"I hate this store already." Eleanor placed the dress back. Rebekah rolled her eyes at how picky she can be, but understood that she has technically been dead for 700 years.
"Come on. I'll bring you to another store." Rebekah said and dragged her out of the store. The two girls went a little bit further down the street, and came infront of a vintage botique.
They went inside and instantly, Eleanor knew that she'd be shopping here for some time. The dresses were longer and less slutty, with softer colours and not bold patterns.
"I already enjoy this shop." She smiled to Rebekah.
"Really? I actually prefer the other one."
"You are joking, right? Those clothes there looked like something a mistress would wear!" Eleanor exclaimed. She started looking at the dresses, awing at how elegant, yet simple, they were.
"Well, 'mistresses' are now called sluts and whores." Rebekah said. Eleanor furrowed her eyebrows at how people these days were.
"Why was I even stuck in the coffin?" Rebekah stayed silent. It wasn't time to tell her, Klaus and Elijah had to be there also.
"I'm sorry, Elle, but I can't tell you." She apologized.
"It's fine." Eleanor sighed. Rebekah felt bad for her, it wasn't her fault that she was like this.
"But, hey! You've only been back for an hour or so, and you're already shopping! That's pretty much an accomplishment!" She tried to cheer up Eleanor. Eleanor couldn't help but smile at how nice her friend was.
"I guess so. Now, can I please try this on? These numbers are too confusing for me." She pointed the tag that had sizes labelled on it. Rebekah smiled and pulled her over to the dressing room, where alot of explaining on clothes these days happened.
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