Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
chaptereighteen. nothingbreaks like a heart ════ ⋆͛♡⋆͛ ════
STRESS SEEMED TO be the only Eliza could feel. As the hours dwindled down, it came closer and closer to the time where Elena would would be sacrificed on an altar and Eliza be performing one of the most intricate and oldest spells to exist.
After Alaric had dropped the bomb that the curse was going to be broken tonight, Eliza felt overwhelmed and couldn't take anymore of Damon's whining and Stefan's brooding. It was suffocating her. After driving around, she found herself parking outside the Grill.
Entering the Grill, she strolled over to the bar and sat down. She folded her arms and dropped her head on top, sighing softly.
"Eliza?" Matt's voice entered Eliza's ears. "Hi Matt. What do you want?" Eliza muttered angrily, groggily lifting her head up.
"Are you alright?" Matt gestures to her neck, only confusing her more.
"Donovan, what the hell are you talking about?" Eliza replied bitterly, the small building pain in her head making her cranky.
"You have a vein on the side of your neck. It's turning into more veins and it's black. You don't look fine. In fact, you look dead." Matt pressed. "They're pulsing."
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Eliza had a confused expression before a sudden wave of pain hit her. She hissed, holding a hand to her forehead. Suddenly, the room was spinning and it was hot, too hot. "My fucking head. Bye Matt." She exclaimed quietly, dizziness starting set in. Eliza began to sweat profusely and a ringing settling in her ear.
"I'm told you two fancy my doppelgänger. Just here to tell you not to mess anything around." were the only words that seemed to pierce through the ringing her ears. The voice was British and deep, something about it was seductive and made things twists in her that shouldn't be twisting.
