there is always a choice

Rochelle Aytes

“When have I ever been nice to you? Like, ever?” Was all Bonnie managed to scoff, not expecting Rebekah to stick around her. Why would she when there’s Caroline to annoy, Matt to flirt with, and Elena to torment? There were so many alternatives to her just standing here in the woods with her. Getting those designer boots dirty. (And no, she didn’t get a good look at them, but she highly doubted anything Rebekah wore wasn’t designer.) So she stopped and gave her an alarmed look, very surprised look. “You sound just like Damon.” At least Stefan was supportive, not that either of them were actually helpful. “I don’t want to feed on people. Unless this hunger is normal for newbie vampires, I probably shouldn’t be.” Great, just hint at your current big fear. 

(This verse will continue to expand as I keep watching the show, but I’m still on Season 2.) 

She was running and running and every piece of her felt like she was being torn apart. It was a strange feeling, coming back into the world, but it felt like running. And pain and anger and a really nasty ear infection. That migraine was pounding in her ear as she stumbled over her feet and slammed right into him. Eyes widening as she grabbed his arms, “Stefan? No, you’re not…no, sorry, wrong number–wrong face–sorry.” 

“You’re not funny.” Was all she said with a tell tale wrinkle of her nose. Yes, she was judging him, but there was also the fact that she was trying not to giggle. Honestly, she was pretty sure he wasn’t trying to joke, but her sense of humor was just getting that morbid. 

“Because I was supposed to stop this from happening! I was supposed to end this before it started. And I have the power to do it–I had it then too, but I didn’t. So yeah, I’m sorry, because it’s my fault.” It’s her responsibility, she knew well enough Elena didn’t understand that. Sure, she could sympathize, but she was the only witch in this town, which means she had to protect them because she could. Because she had the power to.