Red✔️ (L. St. John & E. Mikaelson & F. Mikaelson)

Two

I found myself standing in front of a large building, a long driveway wounding up to it. The young vampire watched as I looked around the house before stepping my foot forward only for the invisible barrier to stop me. My eyes snapped to the young vampire, brow raised.

"So, am I not cool enough to enter your rather large home?" I question with a slight smirk pulling at my lips. The young vamp looked around a bit before his expression pinched.

"Zach - my nephew - must be out." He sighed before stepping back out of the house, his hand waving to where there were some outdoor chairs.

"How cozy." I murmured before walking over to a sturdy looking chair and placing myself into it. My eyes dragged back to him, arching my brow once again. "I don't suppose you plan to join me, do you?" The hero hair vampire looked to think about his choices before moving forward to take the chair near me. He must be thinking he was older than me, stronger than me.

"Who are you?" He questioned as soon as he sat down.

"Eleanor Hurt." I mumbled after sucking on my teeth and forcing a tsking sound out when I opened my mouth. The vampire narrowed his eyes, as if trying to read further into my name. "Are you going to introduce yourself? Usually, that's how this works, right? I'm not too terribly social I'm afraid - so correct me if I'm wrong."

"Stefan. Stefan Salvatore." He introduced, his fingers steepled as he watched me.

"Italian." I nodded in thought. My lips parted to say another thing but he interrupted me.

"Werewolves are real..." I leaned back in the chair with an annoyed sigh.

"They are." I nodded. 

"Is that how you got that?" His eyes were on my face. Eyeing the scar that slashed through my eyebrow and a bit of my forehead. My tongue darted out, wetting my lips.

"This ole' thing? Hmm -" I hummed with a manic smile pulling at my lips. "Is that what we are planning to chat about? The existence of wolves?"

"Is there more than that?" He retaliates.

"I tell you that there are humans who capture and torture our kind for their own jollies - but no, you stick to the werewolves." I rolled my eyes, getting to my feet. Stefan jumped up next to me, like he was unsure of what I was doing. "Calm yourself. I'm not hanging around to discuss the puppies that come out during their periods."

"So you're leaving then? Leaving town?" He reworded causing me to nod.

"Mystic Falls isn't where I want to be. I came here for one person and I took care of them." I told him with a shrug of my shoulders. I stepped towards Stefan, the hazy green eyes meeting my brighter green ones. "Trust me, Stefan. You don't want me hanging around town." I lifted my hand, trailing my fingers along his cheek and causing him to step back. Pursing my lips I rolled my eyes again. "I enjoy killing to much to hang around your puppy eyes."

I flashed over to him causing Stefan to narrow his eyes even more. The distrust in the air was thick. My fingers ruffling through his hair a little, my nails scrapping against his scalp and causing him to hiss in confusion. A smirk tugging my lips.

"Hope you never meet me again, Steffy." With that, I flashed away quicker than Stefan Salvatore could even process.