Why was he here. He really didn't know. Guilt probably. It had been incredibly hard and painful to let go of the fantasy he'd had of Katherine Pierce. So, in it's place was anger and hate. It was easy to hate her, easy to make people think he hated her.
"I was walking, Kitty Kat." There was a small part of him that wanted to apologise for taunting her. A small part. But, he didn't want to have to deal with whatever bitchy reply he'd get back. And, well, there was his reputation to consider. Couldn't go around actually showing he cared about people. It was better to be the bad guy, so Stefan could be the good guy. "Why, you didn't think I was here to see you, did you?"