It’s been hours since the car accident, it’s been hours since Elena Gilbert has been human. Her newly acquired, advanced eyesight adjusted to the dark of the room as she paces around. She only pauses too stare with a worried glance at the dead body laying on the couch. The blood still fresh on the corners of her mouth as she waits for the occupant to return home. What the hell was taking so long? Was he out with some other girl? All of these thoughts only drove her crazy, and made her pacing increase. What did it matter? Those were insignificant when compared to the situation at hand, and her thoughts kept up a mantra ( ’This is all his fault.’ ), reminding herself of what was important. She was dead and it was all his damn fault.

          The entire time they were ‘together’ this was something the brunette had never asked of him. She knew what he was and still she never wanted to cross that line. Yet, here she was craving more blood and a body count of two on her hands. One being his nosy neighbor who had to tell her that he wasn’t home as she was trying to break in. It was their unfortunate timing that lead to them becoming the girl’s dinner, and her sloppy mess was now staining the carpet. The second was the poor EMT coming to her rescue at the crash, who was likely to be featured on the news as the victim of some serial killer attack. Her ears would perk if she was an animal at the sound of footsteps coming down the hall. Her hearing, like that of a predator, was tuned into the sound and those once innocent, now crazed doe orbs flicker to the doorknob as it turned to unlock.