"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 poured through her wardrobe, rubbing her forehead briefly at the absence of any outfit that she actually wanted to wear. There was merely a collection of dresses that appeared uncomfortable without even trying them on. Stefan's bedroom was dark as usual but the cool of it was welcoming. Getting bored of looking, she just took a seat at Stefan's desk and messed around with a few things that she found there. Eudora was unusually tired recently.
"Eudora?" The blonde girl lifted her head quickly, finding that she had fallen asleep at Stefan's desk and as she wiped her eyes, she glanced over to see Damon leaning in the doorway with a raised eyebrow. "Tired?"
"Clearly" she scoffed and stretched. "What are you doing here? I thought you were teaching vampire school?" She winked and Damon decided to roll his eyes once again in annoyance at her.
"Yeah well apparently my girlfriend wants to be an unconventional vampire and drink from Bambi. Your boyfriend went to help her... he didn't tell you?" The raven haired man and Eudora reached over to her phone to find four missed calls and three texts.
"Oh would you look at that, apparently he did" she smirked and dropped her phone back down in boredom, having answered none of them.
"Shouldn't you be shopping for this memorial? It's not every day your enemies get blown to smithereens" he winked at her and was responded to with a scoff as the vampire pawed through her wardrobe.
"Charming Damon"
"Wear this" he held up a midnight blue jumper dress. It wasn't too casual that you'd be disgusted by her, nor was it over the top. It was just right.
"I should call you for fashion advice more often" she beamed and pulled it from his hands. In the process of doing so, Damon grabbed her wrist.
"Are you okay Dora? You don't look so good. Do you want me to call that weird doctor lady, Meredith?" He had his eyebrow crinkled in concern and it almost surprised her to see, as if she had forgotten how good of friends they once were.
"I'm fine" she scoffed, pushing his hand away gently. "Just tired" and she shrugged.
"Yeah well crack out your makeup little witch because you currently look like an extra from the walking dead."
"Gee, thanks Damon" she rolled her eyes and dropped her dress onto Stefan's freshly made bed. She still struggled to consider this bedroom as her own but she figured that that would come with time.
"Dora!" A frantic voice called and the pair of them made their way quickly down the stairs and into the library. Tyler Lockwood was led across their couch with bullet holes doted around his chest, the hybrid cringed as Stefan played operation. Caroline, at the side, appeared just as disturbed.
