"Elena" he growled, stalking towards her. She turned to run out the door but he was too fast and had slammed it before she got close. "Come on, Elena. You know you don't really want to go anywhere."

Backing up slowly, she said, "Stefan, please, his isn't you."

"Of course it is Elena. I finally feel good again. Wait- you came in here without knowing I was here? That means you were looking for- Damon" he snarled.

"No, it's not what you think!" before she could register anything, he had her by the hair and was dragging her into the bath room.

"You look just like her. Same slut, same skin, same eyes, same everything. Same body," he whispered. Pulling her in front of the overly large sink and mirror and grabbed up the scissors from the table.

"I could never hurt her, but you. It just be like revenge except a human version." Whimpering, she was forced to watch as he opened the scissors and gouged an S into her cheek's once perfect olive skin. She shrieked as the blade was repetitively in different directions and on different parts of her face. Half way through the torture she squeezed her eyes shut and tried to block out the world. Mutilations, bites and blood later, Elena was left sagged on the tiles watching Stefan disappear from the room and the bang of the front door close. Silence.

She lay there for what felt like an eternity. Damon wouldn't be home until the evening, and by then it would be too late. Heaving herself off of the floor she quivered as she peered at her destroyed face and torn apart body, blood trickling from all different parts of her. She was beginning to feel tired, and managed to haul herself over to Damon's bed, where she crawled into the fatal position and passed out.