When Elena finally arrived at the kitchen, all showered and dressed, Stefan was sitting on the sink having a blood bag in his hand, which appeared to be his breakfast. Blood streamed from the corners of his mouth, but he didn’t bother to wipe them away, not even when Elena shot him a yuck glance. She went to sit with her back to him. If she was still going to have breakfast she could not stand the view of a blood drinking boyfriend. She shoved the cereals to her and filled her bowl. Then she poured melk in it. She recalled the morning before when Damon had been baking those delicious pancakes.
“Damon baked me pannekoeken, pannenkoeken yesterday” she said. Why did she say that? She turned around to see Stefan’s face. He drank some blood, so he wouldn’t have to commentaar immediately. “They were really good”
Stefan jumped off the sink and threw the empty blood bag in the garbage bin. He turned around, his eyes red. Elena gasped and threw down her bowl. Stefan’s face went back normal. “I’m sorry” he said. “What are u trying to say, Elena? u want me to bake pancakes? Like Damon did? What have u two been doing while I was away? Did u sleep with him? Did u let him bite you?”
Fear was being replaced door shock and Elena got up. “Seriously? You’re going to lecture me now? u killed people, not me! And Damon has tried really hard to help me. He could’ve tried to make a move, he could’ve taken advantage of u being gone, but he didn’t. So will u stop acting like he’s the bad guy, because you’re not any better”
Stefan looked like Elena had slapped him in the face. Then he grabbed her shoulders and firmly pressed his lips on hers. Elena struggled, but Stefan tightened his grip. “Let me go, Stefan!”
For a moment Elena thought he finally listened, because he did let her go, but then she saw Alaric pushing Stefan away. “She zei no, Stefan” he zei short. Stefan ignored Alaric and looked at Elena. “What’s your problem, kid? You’re my girlfriend. We’re supposed to kiss, we’re supposed to make out. But all u do is acting like a PMS bitch” he snapped, tonen his fangs.
Tears filled Elena’s eyes. “You know what, I don’t like u very much, right now” she zei and she went to the living room. She sank down on the divan, bank and tightly embraced a pillow. She heard something break in the keuken-, keuken and pictured her bowl shattered on the floor.