Elena shoved him away from and looked around for something, anything that she could use to end her miserable existence. She'd rather die than hurt people, and since this asshole wouldn't do it for her, she'd have to do it herself. "I'd rather die than be tied to you forever. To know that part of you flows through me!" She hissed. She saw a broken broom handle in the corner and ran for it. It would due as a makeshift stake. She would regret leaving her beloved Stefan behind, but...she couldn't do this.