At the sound of the door opening Stefan tensed and prepared to bolt. He could feel his fangs extending, ready for the impending attack or need for self defense. He still wasn't sure who had him captive but he anticipated tasting their blood.
Fast as flash through the small opening, before Stefan could move, a blonde woman entered the room. A very familiar, very dead, blonde woman. He stared in disbelief. The hallucinations were getting more realistic than they had in past if he saw Lexi. Then she spoke, sounding very much like Lexi, his best friend over the course of a century and a half. And the last person he wanted to see right now.
"Go away. I don't want you here," he replied, taking a step back. He wanted her far, far away from him. "Are you the one who locked me up?" It wouldn't have been the first time she did something like that.