At Caroline's house, she was talking to Stefan and me in the living room. "This is a disaster!"
"Look, we don't know anything for sure," Stefan told us.
"Yes, we do," Caroline told him. "Elena is sired to Damon! Which means her one singular burning desire is to make him happy, just like Klaus and his hybrids."
"No, it's not," Stefan told her. "A vampire sired to another vampire is one in a million. Maybe it won't affect her the same way."
****
"We already know it's affecting her," I told them. "She's become Damon's lapdog." Stefan gave me a look, raising his eyebrows. "It's true. Everything he says, she agrees with. Everything he asks her to do... she does."
****
"We need to do something," Caroline told us, pulling out her phone to call Elena.
"Wait, no, hold on, Caroline," I told her, taking the phone. "This isn't gossip. You can't just drop this on her before we know what's happening for sure."
"I need to talk to Tyler, okay?" Caroline asked. "Maybe he'll know what to do."
"All right, talk to Tyler, but please don't tell anyone else," Stefan told us. "If this is true, then it may have influence on Elena's every action and emotion since she became a vampire."
****
At home, I was about to open the door for Stefan and me.
Elena and Damon were on the other side.
The tension in the air was so thick you could practically taste it.
"Hey," Elena said.
"Hey," Stefan said.
There was a very awkward moment of silence.
"See you in history?" Elena asked.
"Yeah," Stefan said.
Elena nodded, walking past us, avoiding Stefan's gaze.
Stefan and I walked in the house.
"Hey," Damon said.
"Hey," I said. Damon closed the door, looking at us. "Listen, we need to talk."
****
Stefan and I sat on one couch as we told him everything.
Damon sat across from us. "Sired? Really, guys? That is the most pathetic nonsense I've ever heard come out of your mouth, and you've both said some crap in your day."
"It was your blood that turned her, right?" I asked. "I mean, she's been different from day one because of you. You can't deny that."
"Sure I can," Damon told me. "I finally got Elena to a good place about being a vampire. You three idiots can't stand that she's happy because of me."
"That is not my reason, and you know that," I told him.
"No, your reason is probably because you're tired of her wedging herself between us, and just looking for something to blame it on," Damon told me.
"All right," I said. "You know what? Prove us wrong. Tell her it's okay to drink from a blood bag."
"She can't," Damon told me. "Her weird Doppelgänger body rejected the blood from the bag."
"Right, because you told her to," Stefan told him. "You said she had to drink warm human blood straight from the vein. She almost died to make you happy." Damon still looked skeptical. "Look, just ask her to drink from a blood bag. Make sure you'll tell her how happy you'll be if it works, and if we're wrong, we'll be the first to apologize."
