Most people hit up the vending tent for something to drink and the possibility of maybe a little extra food in the stomachs. Elena went there with entirely different expectations and needs than 'most people'. What she was after were the people themselves and more specifically, the blood flowing so thickly through their veins. Elena was a vampire and as such she needed to feed and it'd be a while since her last taste of blood. Her body was already starting to show signs of a starving vampire: exceedingly pale skin, extreme thinness, and the sickly, gauntness. Unfortunately, this visit had been less productive than a few previous visits and she left the vendor tent with a lot heavier step than when she'd entered it earlier that day.
The sound of footsteps filled her sensitive ears and Elena looked up, the familiar smell washing over her like a tidal wave and the sight, a hurricane sweeping her completely away. Of course, the vampire heard the rumors circling the carnival about her brother being here and most astoundingly, being alive. Though she'd been here for a while and her brother about the same, they had yet to really run into one another till today. Elena had made a point of keeping a look out for him, but it was only brief sightings and never had she attempted to reach out to him. Because even with just a sight, Jeremy sent things stirring within her. He made her feel things again and for Elena, that was certain death all over again. She couldn't afford to feel, not here, not anywhere. Emotions were weakness.
"Jeremy," she greeted, voice empty and voice of any feeling once associated with her brother's name or his appearance. For all the things the small trope had been through recently, he showed no signs of weakness, fatigue or sickness. She supposed that was good; she wouldn't admit that there was a bit of relief that he was okay before her eyes. It was squished instantly anyway. He smiled at her, shaking his head, and Elena folded her arms upon her chest. "Know? Know what? That you're dead? Yeah, I already know," she replied simply, adding a shrug of her shoulders. "That this is some sort of mirage? I get that too. You're dead and even if you're not. I told Stefan: I'm not turning it back on."