One moment of pain blurred into the next. Hope? He had no hope for anything. No hope to be what he was, the feeling human-like creature Lexi wanted him to be. No hope of escape. He only existed and felt nothing but blood lust and now pain.
He gathered his breath while Lexi called for Elena though the break was short-lived before he yelled out again as the stake stabbed his other shoulder. He would kill her to get her away from him. He would rip her apart. Her friendship past, and claimed in the present, meant nothing to him. The good times she brought to mind didn't involve concerts and the Statue of Liberty but crimson, flowing blood and 1920s speakeasys. He emitted a guttural growl at the blonde and otherwise said nothing to her.
Elena's presence in the room brought a whole new element. Stefan raised his sweat covered, miserable face to her. He could smell her humanity and hear her blood pounding through her veins. Her humanness hypnotised him.
"Elena.." he returned, his voice strained. "Help me. Don't let her do anymore." He'd say anything to make Lexi stop trying.