Bound by fate: Stefan and Caroline Love Story

Season 4: Part 3

Next day,

Teaching Elena to control her bloodlust was frustrating, to say the least. I arrived at the Salvatore Boarding House early in the morning, trying to remain patient. But Elena? She was a disaster. I placed a blood bag in front of her, hoping she would show at least a shred of control. Instead, she lunged at it like a starving animal. No restraint. No effort to even try and control herself.

I kept my cool, reminding her to keep practicing, even though I could feel her irritation growing. Elena never did well with criticism, and my method clearly wasn’t what she wanted. But this wasn't about what she wanted—it was about what she needed. And self-control wasn’t exactly Elena’s strong suit.

After an hour of watching her make little progress, I left to head to the memorial service for the victims of the explosion. Halfway there, I realized I had forgotten my bag back at the Boarding House. Annoyed at myself, I turned around and went back. When I stepped inside, I wasn’t prepared for what I saw.

Elena was feeding off Damon. The sight of it made my blood boil. She couldn't even manage to control herself during training, but somehow she found a way to feed off Damon? I was furious. It wasn’t just the act itself—it was the betrayal. Stefan deserved better than this. Without a second thought, I decided Stefan needed to know.

At the funeral,

The weight of what I had to say gnawed at me, but I found Stefan and pulled him aside. I told him about Elena feeding off Damon. His face shifted—hurt and anger flashing all at once. I knew he’d be upset, but seeing the pain in his eyes made it real. He didn't waste a second, storming off to find Damon, who had already left to chase down the guy who shot Tyler.

Meanwhile, I turned my attention back to Tyler, helping him as I pulled out the bullets. Matt and Elena stood beside us, the tension almost unbearable. Elena didn’t say anything, but I could feel her eyes on me. She knew. And I could tell this wasn’t going to end well.

Later, at the event I organized to honor the people we lost, Stefan brought everyone along—Elena, Damon, Matt, Jeremy, Tyler, and Bonnie. It was meant to be a time of peace, a time to remember the fallen, but of course, Elena couldn’t let it go. She confronted me.

"Why did you tell Stefan about me feeding off Damon?" she snapped, her tone full of accusation. "He’s mad at me now."

I raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by her dramatics. "How do you know it was me who told Stefan?"

Elena crossed her arms, her expression sharp. "No one has more loyalty to Stefan over me than you."

Her words stung, but not for the reasons she thought. “I speak the truth, Elena,” I replied, keeping my voice steady. “And do you even know what feeding off Damon means? You can’t keep stringing them both along. Be honest with him—with both of them—about how you feel.”

Elena hesitated, then said something I didn’t expect. “I met Damon first. He compelled me to forget. He made me forget that he said he loved me.”

I blinked, absorbing her words. “That doesn’t change your feelings, Elena. You can’t use that as an excuse to justify stringing them along. You’re acting just like Katherine.”

Her face contorted in shock and anger. “I’m not Katherine!”

“Then don’t do what she did to the Salvatore brothers,” I shot back, my patience wearing thin. I had seen enough of this mess. She needed to stop playing the victim and start taking responsibility.

Without another word, I turned and walked away, leaving her standing there, alone with her thoughts.