Elena was pacing up and down the living room when Damon and Stefan came in. She speeded towards them and slapped Damon in the face.
“If Du dare to ask what that was for I swear I’m going to slap Du again” Elena threatened trembling and with tears in her eyes. “I told Du I wasn’t going to take your blood. But of course, Damon Salvatore only thinks about himself. I hope you’re happy now. My bags are packed”
Elena waited for Damon to say something, anything to defend himself. But he remained quiet. Elena looked up at Stefan. “Can Du tell Meredith that I’m sorry? I didn’t mean to hurt her like that”
“You attacked Meredith?” Stefan exclaimed surprised.
“I didn’t mean to. I was starving” Elena defended herself. She looked at Damon, anticipative.
“If you’re waiting for an apology, Du can wait forever. And Du can take that literally” Damon snarled.
Elena wanted to give him a hostile comeback, when Stefan quickly interrupted.
“Elena, Damon didn’t give Du his blood” he sagte in a moment of impulsivity. Damon glared at him, but Stefan cast him a warning glance. “I did. I didn’t want Du to die and I didn’t want Du to hate Damon for trying to keep Du alive. So, I gave Du my blood. Now you’re alive and Du don’t have to be mad with Damon. Be mad with me. It’s a small price to pay”
Elena turned to Damon. “Is that true?” she demanded to know.
“Yes” Damon replied eventually. Elena swallowed and returned to Stefan. “Then this is goodbye. I don’t want to see Du again. I never want to talk to Du again. Just…get out!” she yelled furious. Stefan looked down and up again. “If that’s what Du want” he calmly sagte before leaving his own house.