Elena took the blood, sipping it. It did taste good, and helped the burning hunger she'd felt since turning. She supposed she should feel some bit of gratitude to them, if what they were saying was true. She just felt rather lost at the moment.
"Why would they torture me?" She questioned, looking up at Klaus finally, biting back tears. "Why should I mean anything to them?" She didn't understand.
Without being entirely conscious of it, she'd relaxed against Klaus, almost as though she were seeking his protection and comfort.