I fear that I have lost Zoe, not to death but to an evil that possesses her. But I have to face this evil, and I fear to think that I shall have to take her life.
So I rip off what is left of my shredded shirt and toss it over to the side.
Ethan stands behind me. This is what I have always admired about him; he shall fight for me until he shall not be able to stand.
And as I look over to Stefan, much to my surprise, he takes his place next to Ethan.
I look at them both with pure sadness on my face.
"Please try not to hurt her."
We watch as she stands in the center of the room with her Glock firmly pointed at me. There is blood dripping from an open wound on her hand, her breathing is erratic, and the most grotesque sounds are coming from deep within her chest.
Then...
She is the first to make a move. Her body moves over the floor as she rapidly approaches me. Stefan and Ethan step two steps back while I step one forward.