Elena had been home for only a few minutes, barely enough time to kick off her boots and take a seat on the couch when her sensitive hearing picked up on the sound of footfalls in the hallway, outside her apartment door. At first, she figured it to be Roy, but he had a key and whoever this was didn't. A brief bit of annoyance washed over Elena. A whiff of the air told verified her guest and he was very unwelcome. Her nose filled with the scent of wet dog or hybrid and shampoo. It made her stomach twist in slight disgust before the feeling the distinguished quickly. Would he really come after she'd made it perfectly clear that she didn't want anything to do with him?
The answer was an obvious "yes". Tyler Lockwood was nearly as stubborn and defiant as Elena was. He could also be a major dick too and now, apparently a pain in the ass as well. He made it pretty obvious that he wasn't giving up on her or her lost humanity. Unfortunately for him, Elena hadn't given up on keeping it locked down for good. She had no desire to flip the switch or even consider the thought of allowing emotions and feelings and worst yet, pain, back into her eternal, undead life. Tyler might have been all about feelings, remorse, and anger, but Elena wanted no part of that world anymore. Couldn't they see? Couldn't they understand? She had no reason to go back. Jeremy was dead. Everything that reminded her of her humanity was gone. Jeremy had been it; her last thread and it was gone, burned to ash with the rest of her house. Besides, Damon told her to flip the switch, they did this to her, she didn't just think of it herself. No. Elena had been on her knees, crying, begging for the pain to stop, and he told her to do what he would have done: he told her to turn it off.
Just as she expected there was a loud knock at the door, followed by his all too familiar, commanding voice. He was the only one who still called her "Lena". It was quickly followed up by another knock, just as loud and obnoxious as the first had been. The vampire rolled her eyes at the door. He had to do this now, fresh from her meeting with Anna about killing Katherine, didn't he? Part of her wouldn't have been completely surprised if he had been there, watching her somehow, but she figured she would have smelled him. Dog was distinct after all. Elena kicked off her final boot and padded to the door. She had every intention of making this short, sweet, and blunt, if not rude, as possible. Reaching out, she grasped the knob, clicking the lock off, and pulled it open a crack, not more than a few inches.
Her brown eyes flickered over his form, taking in the shorts and shirt, drops of water visible on his neck from his wet, black hair. He really looked like a wet wolf too. "Hi Tyler," she flashed him an obvious, feigned smile. "Good-bye Tyler." She moved to shut the door quickly.