I tried to tear your throat out, Kol! How is that not my fault?! [ At least she still has the will to yell. That's a good sign... Right?

Arms wrap around herself tightly, not ready to try to open the door and risk his life again. This is some kind of sick joke, and maybe they were getting her back for betraying them... She wants to scream, or punch something...

Shakily, she moves to her feet, heading over the sink to flick the faucet on, trying to wash away the remnants of the attack, even going as far as to swish water around in her mouth to try to get rid of the taste. When she turns the water back off, she finds herself back in front of the door between them, still too afraid to try to open it. ] I don't know who else to blame for it.

[ A pause from her end. ]

Promise me, if I try that again you'll stop me even if it takes a stake to the heart.