Her From Another World

~28. Thousands of Years of Plans~

~Eva's POV~

Sunlight streamed in through the curtains licking at my skin while I scrunched up my eyes wishing it would go away. But soon it was proved futile as slowly the sleepiness drained away from me.

Reluctantly I opened my bidding farewell to my sleep hoping to meet soon. What can I say I really love to sleep.

Looking beside me I found my mates still sleeping sprawled on their backs, both of them shirtless.

Gulping at the sexiness flashing in front of me I looked up at the ceiling to clear my perverted thoughts.

'Eva, Eva you horny cow...' I could only blame my mates for being too attractive and after yesterday's night activity my mind kind of flashed to the gutter too easily.

I took my time studying them when I noticed the big white rock on Stefan's neck attached to a rope necklace.

It is true it would keep from too attached to human blood but it was not a perfect or permanent solution. At the time we were not this close so I only wanted to return a favor. But now the both of them hurting was equal to hurting myself, I couldn't bear it, I loved them.

That strange emotion was so strong sometimes I was scared to even feel it. But these two besides me had made it impossible for me to avoid facing it.

It was time to perform the second part of the spell. Nothing complicated.

Placing my hand on top of the white stone closed my eyes muttering the words. The ancient language escaped my lips in a hush the rock slightly warming under my hand as my magic once again made changes to it.

Seconds later I stopped, the power that had been surrounding us disappeared and the rock went back to its original spell as if nothing has changed.

The first part of the spell was to make him completely lose the intense allure he had for blood, and once the stone is removed from him all the buried desire would have rushed to the surface bringing back the ripper, but now I re-designed it so that the allure would come back very slowly, slower than a snail crawling forward.

His ignorance on it would be his greatest advantage since then his thoughts would not travel to it often.

Next was to make him get rid of his guilt. Now that easier said than done.

Stefan's greatest fear was his guilt, it was so potent that it drove him to unimaginable lengths. But Damon his fear was being unloved.

From his father to mother to Katherine he had either been treated brutally or had come a second choice.

And I hoped to god my actions never made him feel like that.

"What are you think so hard?" A gentle murmur reached me grabbing me out of my heavy thoughts. Turning to the side I saw Damon looking at me adoringly with his stunning icy blue eyes.

"Good morning to you too." He smiled in return before leaning and pecking me on my lips. "Your Beautiful." He whispered running his fingers tenderly along my cheek.

"I love you," I whispered back smiling widely at him.

"What about me?" A head appeared beside mine making me look sideways locking onto forest green eyes.

"Love you too." I murmured smiling at the pouting man.

"I know." The man boasted looking smug as hell.

"I'm in love with a child," I muttered making Damon shake with laughter.

"Oooh, brother you are pegged a child. So kindly leave the room, the action about to commence is only suitable for adults." He smirked taunting his brother.