"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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"Eudora" Damon's voice was low as the two of them sat side by side in the parlour, sipping Damon's finest stash of bourbon. She looked across at him with those mesmerising metallic blue eyes when he said her name after a long pause of silence.
"Damon"
"Look after him for me" Damon asked in a question. "One day, maybe years from now, Elena will pass from old age or something and you will be there to hold him together. Promise me that you'll see to it that he has a good life. That he gets compensation for the eternity of misery I promised him"
"I will always protect him Damon. I promise. But stop speaking as though you're walking on the brink of death, okay? Because we will find a way to save you."
"You can't promise me that Dora"
"We witches have ways of making the impossible, possible" she smiled, her eyes glistening with tears. "Your time hasn't come just yet Damon"
"You know what happened to Rose, Dora"
"And we don't care" a new voice prompted and they turned to find Stefan Salvatore with a look of stress on his traditionally broody face. "You're not dying today"
"What's the plan superman?" Damon mocked, he had already accepted the fact that he was probably going to die but Stefan hadn't and therefore, Eudora was still holding onto futile hope.
"I'm going to find a way out of this"
"Oh, right" Damon mocked. "A miracle cure, good luck with that one."
"We have the witches looking for something" he promised, nodding to Eudora who confirmed with a smile.
"Just tell me goodbye, get it over with" he coughed violently splattering blood across his hand and Eudora flinched away.
"Not yet" Eudora informed as she marched away, up to Stefan's bedroom where she had three boxes of grimoires scattered around the place. She had got through some but was currently still searching.
"Do you think it's possible?" Stefan questioned as he entered his bedroom and leant in the doorway, looking at the little blonde girl who was currently pawing through some books.
"There is Stefan" she sighed and showed him a page, rubbing her hand over her face. "The original hybrid"
"Klaus"
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