It was Stefan.

He stared at us with an intensity that shook me to the bone. Damon felt me shiver and tightened his grip on me. My anger towards Stefan flared up again and I glared at him. But at the same time I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of happiness at the fact that he was here again in my life. But the desertion, the abandonment consumed me once mais and I continued to glare at him. But as projected my anger out as hard as I could to him, I couldn’t help but notice that he was different. Something about him was – off. It wasn’t in his stance or his face, but in his eyes. His eyes had changed from being light and gentle to dark and dangerous. They reminded me of…Damon’s eyes. I was scared of him. I tensed and Damon again squeezed me tighter. His stare was also fixed on Stefan. Stefan was glancing between us, obviously taking in the scene before him. His expression went from shock to realisation to sadness extremely quickly, but I saw all the emotions. His face softened a fraction but his eyes and mouth stayed tense, his thick dark eyebrows low over his eyes.
“Stefan…” I managed to choke out finally. He looked at me, and I recoiled a little at the eyes again. What had happened to him?
“Damon...what…? How could you do this to me?” Stefan was looking intently at his brother now. I didn’t understand anything. I broke away from Damon and held the covers close to me, although both of them had seen me naked before. But I decided this was not the time to let them see that again.
“Guys, what’s going on?” I was truly puzzled now. I looked back at Damon. He seemed almost – and I mean ALMOST – sheepish. But apart from that he looked angry, and maybe I saw a hint of smugness cruz his face at the same time.
“Stefan,” I said glancing back at him. “Where were you? Why did you leave me?” I nearly had tears in my eyes as I recollected the moment when I discovered that Stefan was gone – apparently – for good. The hurt, the anger, the confusion. I needed answers. And I needed them now.

Damon sat up in cama and pulled on his pants. He stood up and squared himself up to Stefan.
“What are you doing here, Stefan?” He took a step closer to his brother.
“Well Damon, I was about to ask you the exact same question.” Stefan also took a step forward. And suddenly the skin beneath Stefan’s eyes darkened and his eyes reddened. His face turned from human to vampire and I gasped. He looked…evil. I gathered all my courage and ran – covers still wrapped around me – between them. I put myself facing Stefan and shook slightly as I made eye contact. I put all my emotions into my stare.
“Stop. I need to know everything. Why you left me. Why you’re so angry at Damon when he has every right to be here as he actually cares about me. Unlike you.” I seemed to spit the last words. I knew it sounded harsh but I didn’t care since he was the one who had abandoned me.
“I guess Damon left out some important details as to why I left Elena?” Stefan’s face turned human again but he was frowning. His eyes were going wild. They looked depraved. They looked…hungry. Realisation hit me. As I stepped back I felt Damon behind me and he put his hands on my shoulders. I gasped and shook. Stefan’s eyes. They looked like Damon’s eyes. Damon fed off of people. And now, I think Stefan did too.