Augustine Girl. (DAMON SALVATORE X READER)

Chapter 51 - Fatal Return

♦TW!!: MENTIONS OF SUICIDE AND FIRES!♦

"Damon!" I call out, practically knocking the door down.

"Where have you been the past month and a half?" Damon asks, "Did you have fun?"

"I was in New Orleans, but I guess you'd know that since you kidnapped Enzo from the motel to use him as bait!" I was about ready to rip his heart out as I held up the note.

He just looks at me confused, "I did not kidnap Enzo."

I rush down to the cellar, expecting to see him, but I didn't.

"No, he has to be here." I say.

I suddenly felt this rush of emotion.

"Eleanor, calm down."

"No Damon you don't get it! I can't lose him too!" I turn around.

"That's all your humanity switch took?" I hear Stefan tease.

"Be quiet Stefan!" I say through tears.

"Just sayin'."

I scoff, "We're going to find him."

"How? You two went incognito!" Damon says.

I look at the note again, amd observe the flowy curly writing.

Flashback

The doctor takes notes om the notepad about my 'behavior' on the operating table.

He was cutting into me and playing with my organs, how does he expect me to fucking react?

I put the notepad back onto the counter, and I can see his written notes in his handwriting.

It was very free and the C's were extra curvy.

He stabbed the scalpel into my abdomen and split it open, my screams filling the room

End of flashback

"Not possible.." I say.

"What?"

"I've got to go." I say and whoosh out of the house and into my car before questions could be asked.

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I was about 2 hours into the 3 1/2 hour drive.

Damon calls, for the 12th time, and I finally answer.

"Eleanor? Where are you going?" He asks urgently.

"Old friend's house." I say and hang up, tossing the phone into the passenger seat and turning the music on the radio up.

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I enter the campus and make my wai for the school,

Once I do that, I make my way to the biology classroom.

I see a fair man in a lab coat, he had blonde hair and a stethoscope around his neck resting off his shoulders.

I pin him to the wall by his throat, and start interrogating him.

"Who are you working with?" I ask.

"What the hell are you talking about?!" The man freaks.

I hit his head against the wall, "You know exactly what I'm talking about."

"I really don't lady!" He pleads.

I let go of him and pull the note out of my pocket, "So you have no idea who wrote this note?"