"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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Smut warning ⚠️
Eudora sat in the parlour of the Salvatore boarding house beside Damon, a bottle of their finest bourbon in her hand as she drank from it carefully. Elva was in one of the rooms upstairs, she wanted no part of Klaus demise. The concept of 'Klaus' held no emotion to her her because they hadn't yet met one another but the thought of killing her soulmate was painful even now.
"Your fathers dead. Oh sorry, not your actual father. Mikael. And not actually dead, just daggered. What do you want me to do with the body?" Stefan questioned over the phone and Eudora leant her head sideways onto Damon's shoulder. The raven haired man reached up and patted her hair softly. They were all in for a very long day ahead.
Rebekah was currently stood sadly to the side and she took the phone with care to speak to her big brother. The second the phone call was done, they knew it had worked.
"He brought it. He's coming home." The blonde girl stated and they looked at her sadly. Elena was in pure relief, that much was clear and the others were a mixture of solemn skepticism.
"Now was that easy or not?" Damon smirked, standing up.
"Let's just get this over with" Elena Gilbert sighed as she leant down to wrench the dagger from Mikaels body. The next day was homecoming and everything was either going to go very right or very wrong for team Salvatore.
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"Excited for homecoming?" Stefan smirked, currently the both of them were lying calmly on Stefan's bed, side by side. A few rooms away, Elva was colouring in a kids colouring book to distract herself from what was going on around her. Their lives had never been easy.
"Oh yeah, I'm thrilled. Tell me again, why do I have to go?"
"Because" Stefan rolled onto his side to face her with a smirk. "You just can't keep yourself away from me, especially whilst you know I'm in danger" she sighed and faced the ceiling.
"Unfortunately that's true"
"So, what are you wearing to homecoming, are we colour coordinating?" He teases and she scoffed, hitting his in the face with one of his many cushions. "Hey!"
