"I try to be," she mumbled, turned away from him and looking down at her feet in the grass and dirt. She played with a couple of fallen leaves with the toe of her sneaker and sighed softly, a few tears starting to rise to the surface as she thought about the question. It was something she had faced with Stefan when she had first turned, being depressed with what had happened and what she was. "But sometimes...I'm just disgusted with myself." She hated to admit it, but it was the truth, when the hunger really go a hold of her and all she wanted was blood...she hated what she was.
Elena lifted a hand to her face and wiped at her eyes, letting out a little sniffling sound, standing there, shaking slightly in the middle of the forest. She was afraid of the future and of herself, but she was glad to have such a wonderful man in her life to take care of her.