“You’re right, you’re not, but someone needs to help you regain that control,” Evie replied, feet firmly planted as she continued to stare him down. “You’re going to run out of blood bags soon. Then what are you doing to do, Stefan? Are you going to leave? Find someone to hurt – to kill? Because I can’t let you do that. I won’t. So know – if that’s your plan… You’re going to have to start with me.”
Stefan pulled the bag from his mouth and scoffed. “And you’re supposed to be that person to pull me back? Yeaah, good luck with that,” he laughed bitterly, continuing to drain the bag. The more he drank, the more power he felt. “I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it!” His voice grew to a yell as he finished the bag, pulling every last drop from the plastic. “If taking you out means I can continue to live and feed, then so be it.” Stefan stood, moving closer to the woman, and closer to the door. “I don’t want to hurt you, Evie. But if you stand in my way, I’ll have no other choice.”
