"It doesn't work that way, Elena. We're both vampires, if we fed off each other, it wouldn't help anything since we can't produce what we need." He sighed and brushed off her crying and begging at his feet, no matter how endearing it was for him. "I can't let you go. You're already mine," he repeated for what had felt like the hundredth time that day alone and no one seemed to quite get it. He sighed and then slipped off the stool so she could get up on it again and get back to her food. "Finish your meal before it gets cold."