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Damon's eyes, filled with vile irritation, glared into Elena's as she took a step back. Stefan continued to grit his teeth, tightening his fists at his sides.

"What do you mean, done?" Damon snarled.

Elena gulped, feeling closed in by the two brothers. She squared her shoulders, attempting to come across in a way that seemed unafraid. "I'm done with you two fighting over me. Finished. I'm on my own for now." She blinked in the silence as the Salvatores were frozen with a rage.

"Elena, don't." Stefan begged through his teeth.

Elena's eyes watered from Stefan's appearance; how he had changed. His stance was no longer defensive, just angry.

"No, Stefan." She tensed as he came closer, his feet barely dragging across the carpet. "Stefan…" She whispered, his face just inches before hers.

"You can't do this!" He hollered. He gripped her shoulders and she winced. She waited for an interuption from Damon, but he was no longer in her line of vision; he was nothing but a whisper. She watched Stefan's eyes as they seemed to spin.

"Stefan! You're hurting me!" She gasped, attempting to escape from his clench. "Let go!"

Suddenly, Stefan's frame had been detached from hers. She watched as his back slammed against one of the many book shelves in the boarding house. Pages scattered across the floor and a hand had gripped her arm with ease, pulling her behind.

Damon, she assumed.

But she was wrong.

She watched as Elijah opened the curtains, letting the sun rays cascade across the carpet. Stefan cried out in agony as he clenched his suddenly blistering skin. Elena noticed his empty hand; without a ring.

"Elijah!" Elena screamed, taking his hand and turning him to face her. His breathing, ragged, and his eyes wide with hate. She touched the sides of his face.

"Elijah! Let him go! It's okay!" She begged. "Let him live with guilt."

Her voice soothed Elijah and the tension seemed to leave his body. His shoulders slumped and without moving underneath her touch, he closed the curtains before snapping his head in a wounded Stefan's direction.

"Very well," He exhaled, throwing the ring at Stefan. It landed at his feet, quite out of reach for his condition. Elijah touched Elena's hand lightly, lowering it. "Are you injured?"

Stefan narrowed his eyes, still latching onto his forearm.

"No," She gasped. "I'm okay. Thank you."

Elijah slightly nodded before turning to Stefan and clenching his jaw. "Let's go…" He muttered, grabbing Elena's hand.