"Just my name. And that we're with the rebels," Elena said, feeling that tension build up again. She knew that it was the tragic flaw of being Elena Gilbert. She wouldn't stop, she would never stop until she was dead. And really dead not just vampire dead. She had possibly put them all at risk or at least herself at risk by talking to Clint. But she just had to do it.
"You didn't see him, Stefan. He looked so miserable. He was wallowing in his humanity he said. And he was drinking." Drinking wasn't a total surprise. It helped keep the cravings at bay which was a shame because Elena still hadn't quite developed a taste for the liquor that Stefan drank. But why would someone who could freely feed whenever they wanted to be trying to keep cravings down?
"I don't think he's going to say anything to Klaus or Rebekah. We may even be able to count on him sometime in the future. You know, if we ever need help."
They were living one day at a time here. Rebekah and Klaus's soldiers were everywhere and they were out for blood. Elena and Stefan were definitely on the hit list.