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chapterthirteen. doomsday dinner party ════ ⋆͛♡⋆͛ ════
ELIZA HAD HER hands placed flat down on her dresser as she sighed. It had been a few hours since Jessica and Nicole had left, their information they left still lingering despite it.
She didn't know exactly how to process it. Her hands shook slightly as she tried to focus on calming herself down.
"Eliza?" Isaac's voice seemed to echo in her mind. "Are you okay?"
She took a deep breath before responding, "Yeah, Isaac. I'm okay. Just a little overwhelmed." She flashed him a grimaced through the mirror before closing her eyes again.
"Is it something I can help with?" He offered.
"No, sweet pea." She forced a smile.
"If you cast that spell, it will change you." Jessica tried to warn.
"I'm assisting in my sister's death, of course I'm going to change." Eliza sassed.
"You don't understand. You're going to unleash a part of yourself you're not ready for." Nicole tried to reason.
"I was born for this. I trained for this. I'm ready. I can do this."
"Eliza?" Isaac was standing in front of her, snapping his fingers in her face.
"Huh? What?" Eliza snapped out of her walk down memory lane, blinking profusely. "Damn it, I gotta stop doing that."
"Yeah, save me the heart attack." Isaac chuckled.
"Enjoy my 62 inch flat screen. Break anything and I break a bone." Eliza smiled sarcastically, grabbing her keys and purse. "Giving you the rest of this week off and then we register you at the high school." Was the last thing Eliza said before slipping out the door.
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APPARENTLY, Elijah had requested Eliza's presence for dinner at the Salvatore house for the night. After she'd calmed herself down, her stomach started rumble.
Walking into the house like it was her own, Eliza held a smile as she prepared herself to greet everyone. Her smile immediately turned into a scowl as John Gilbert entered her eyesight.
