She snaps back into reality, and blinks at him, her brows furrowing. "I just- It's cold, I need my jeans." And she doesn't talk about them, even though she can't stop her gaze from finding them, the football player and the cheerleader, their sightless eyes staring up at nothing. She'd been avoiding walking on the ground, but now she just moves, and her hands shake as she reaches for her pants, her underwear, pulling them on even as she stares down at the bodies.

Part of her wants to throw up. Part of her wants to find more, to drink more blood, and there's a small part of her brain that's panicking. It's because of Bonnie and Stefan and Damon, and she's panicking, but it's just a tiny part of her brain, the part she's ignoring.

They're not real. And even if they were, they're both like this. They're both vampires, they're predators, they're freakshows. Both of them. But still, her hands shake, and she can't bring herself to look away, even as she gets dressed.