Elena was lying there on the floor, crying…holding her bloody waist as if she wanted to keep herself together instead of falling apart.
"You should go…I got this." I told her as she looked at me with hate in her eyes.
"You did this." She told me, breathing harshly. "This is your fault."
"You confuse me with someone with remorse." And she did…please, boredom is what gets me doing all these crazy things.
She pushed me with all the force her little body could provide her. It did nothing to me, and so she noticed because she then tried to slap me.
I took her by the hand, stopping her. She looked frustrated, hurt…
"None of this matters to me…"I clarified things to her." None of it."
I let her wrist go and she exhaled callously once again. "People die around you. How can it not matter? It matters and you know it!" As she said this I glanced at Vicki's dead mummified body, while then Elena ended up slapping me with all the force she had left in her.
And unfortunately I knew she was right…I knew that all this stuff I do isn't right, but in a way it is. Katherine made this right for me. She made me believe that this was normal…this shouldn't matter…but it did, especially when a beautiful girl like Elena…a beautiful brave girl stood up for what she believed to me…a serial killing sociopathic vampire.
She was scared of me.
"You need to leave." I just told her. She looked confused. "Your wounds are bleeding and you…need…to…leave."
Elena looked as if she finally understood what I meant and so she left, looking perilously confused.
Unfortunately, she made me think of everything I had done, not just to Vicki… but to everyone I've hurt.
I sighed.