She shakes her head, her voice low and she's still staring and them, and she needs to stop and look away and tell the computer to take them away, but she can't. "No," she says softly, and she bends to pick up one of her boots that rests by the dead girl's hand, a pool of congealed blood covering her uniform, and her hands still shake even though she tells them not too. Even though she tries to will her muscles to not move.
She puts her boot on, then the other, and she's holding herself in check while she waits for him to speak. To tell her, and she still knows she could make them vanish. She could make them come back to life, but she can't forget what Bonnie told her. How her mother would react. How much she liked it, how natural it felt. That Stefan only drank animal blood for a reason. It was a giant, giant mess of feeling, but she was trying to control it... except she couldn't drag her eyes away.
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She puts her boot on, then the other, and she's holding herself in check while she waits for him to speak. To tell her, and she still knows she could make them vanish. She could make them come back to life, but she can't forget what Bonnie told her. How her mother would react. How much she liked it, how natural it felt. That Stefan only drank animal blood for a reason. It was a giant, giant mess of feeling, but she was trying to control it... except she couldn't drag her eyes away.