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                                         "Bonnie? I ——— I’m sorry.”

   "Jeremy, you have nothing to apologize for, so please don't."

"You’re impulsive and volatile, Qetsiyah. Sorry to say, but not really my type. Go find yourself another toy to play with because i’m done being torn apart by you."

"Silas, you were never a toy for me. And I wish for, just one second, you would stop playing the victim in this, because it was just as much as your fault as it was mine. I really don't see why you chose her, she was a bore."

Stefan raised an eyebrow looking at her. “Are you - are you offering your blood to me?"

"Oh," Qetsiyah paused listening to her words and realizing how that sounded. "No, I meant like from a blood bag. You may be my friend but the biting thing, I don't like it."

"Neither, darling. Can’t really say the same for you though," Silas scoffed with a roll of his blue hues. “You don’t regret murdering an innocent? What type of monster are you?"

"I never... I never wanted to hurt anyone, I just couldn't stop myself and I was ruled by rage and jealously. I was hurt, okay? I thought you cared for me more, I was wrong and I guess I regret it a bit but not as much as people want me to." 

"And that is what helps make things different. Keep your distance and you won’t get hurt."

"Well, you are a wise one aren't you?" Qetsiyah chuckled, a small smile on her lips. "What's your name?"