Ileana was completely Over thinking about her fable Saturday, but it didn’t stop the wave of bad dreams that kept passing through her mind when she was sleeping away her Sunday. If she had thought the bills being taken care of would settle her mind, she had been wrong once again. All she dreamed about was blood, teeth, and huts on chicken legs in the deep, dark woods. If she was going to have nightmares, she’d rather be somewhere a little safer.
And if Cole was going to allow her in his apartment again, she wasn’t about to reject the chance. If anything she remembered most about Saturday, beyond the fear that she was going to end up in a coma with how Cole was explaining things, was feeling safe and the lack of dreams.
Writing a quick note to Stefan that she was “staying with her friend, Daisy,” Ileana left 1203 and made her way down the stairs. She was still in the clothes Cole let her borrow with the ever-so-lovely accessories of stark white bandages and gauze covering injuries. She kept a smile in place when she knocked on the door of 802, stepping inside when Cole opened the door for her. Leaning up, she gave him a quick peck on the cheek as she passed.