**DISCLAIMER: I do now own any of these characters. I know the lore between the two shoes varies in a few major ways, so I tried to meld them together the best I could. Most lore favors TVD over True Blood. This starts to take place after Season 4 Ep 4 of TVD, and after the season 3 finale of True Blood. Instead of going to live with the faeries, Sookie goes on a road trip.**

Elena closed her eyes and felt the wind against her face, hair and arms. They hadn't been driving for very long yet, but there was something in the air that felt amazing. Damon had picked her up shortly after 6 o'clock, and they were primarily driving along the back roads.

"So who did you have to compel to get the convertible?" She said with a smirk. She knew she should be upset with him, but she couldn't stop the smile from showing through.

"Oh," Damon replied, "nobody who needs it.

"You didn't..." She hesitated. "Kill somebody, did you?"

"Always with the doubt," He responded, "Don't you trust me?" He shot a look at her and looked back towards the road. His eyes always seemed to pierce through her like she was glass.

"Damon!" She demanded, seriously.

"No, I didn't kill anybody," He retorted, "The owner just think he took it into the shop. He'll have it back in no time and has a second car while it's gone."

"Where are we going, anyway?" She said, relieved and changing the subject.

"We're going on a little trip to get you the help you need controlling yourself after the incident with the quarterback. Somewhere just far enough out of town not to draw suspicion to ourselves. Don't worry so much; I'm not going to let you kill anyone."

She nodded and took a breath, "Thanks for helping me with this, Damon. Stefan just doesn't get it."

"Speaking of Stefan," Damon started. "How'd you get my brother to okay this little vacation?"

"It's funny you should ask, actually." She broke off eye contact.

"So he doesn't even know you're with me, does he? Where does he think you are?" Damon asked even more curiously.

"He doesn't think I'm anywhere," She trailed off, "Look, Damon, I really don't want to talk about this right now." She looked away from him and towards the trees zooming past her. She had the flashes of Damon from the werewolf venom; she hasn't been able to shake them out of her head. Part of her does know that she's a lot more like him than she is Stefan. She started to doze off.

"Wake up!" Damon shouted to Elena. "Dreaming of me?" He smirked.

She scoffed at him as her insides squirmed. She climbed out of the car and slammed the door. Apparently she had fallen asleep, as it was starting to get dark and almost 7 o'clock.

"Someone sure is a long way from home." Damon pointed at the Louisiana license plate that was parked outside. "Hurry it up I'm thirsty!" Elena picked up the pace and followed him into the bar.

She had never been here before. It was loud and busy, she immediately started to worry about who Damon was going to pick for her to learn on. 'It's okay, Elena, as much as he's done in the past, Damon's not going to let you kill anyone,' Damon could sense her uneasiness, as he put an arm around her and led her to a stool at the bar.

"Two bourbons, " Damon asked to the bartender, who started to question Elena's age. "That's won't be a problem." He said, focusing on the bartender, eyes unblinking.

"No problem at all, on the house!" The bartender beamed at the pair, grabbing two glasses and getting their drinks ready.

"Lesson one," Damon said, nursing his glass. "Picking your target. Give it a try."

"How about him," Elena surveyed the room and her eyes met a middle aged man with glasses on a laptop.

"Lesson two," Damon said, finishing his bourbon and motioning to the bartender for another. "Not him. You want to stay away from certain types of people, nerds and stoners especially. They tend to be more paranoid and suspicious. Your best bet...Would be her."

Elena met Damon's gaze. She was a pretty blonde, probably in her late twenties. She had an innocence about her that made Elena skeptical about Damon's choice. "Are you sure?"

"Definitely," Damon's eyes caught hers, "She's practically begging for the attention. Head to the alley, I'll be out in a minute with some fresh blood for you." Elena nodded and headed for the back door.

"I'm really not in the mood for any trouble." Sookie scolded the man walking towards her. She felt so alone and after what Bill had done to her, was not in the mood for anything. "Why don't you just mind your own business, I'm not looking to fangbang."

Damon grabbed her wrist and stared into her eyes. "How do you know what I am?" He glared at her to compel.

"Listen mister," She pulled her wrist away. "You can't glamor me into anything it doesn't work. And I already told you I didn't want any trouble. Just go back to Katherine and leave me alone!"

"Now I'm intrigued," Damon whispered. "How do you know about Katherine, and me, you still didn't answer my question."

"Oh Please," Sookie rolled her eyes. "I've met my fair share of your kind at Fangtasia. Katherine's been there a few times. She enjoyed her fair share of fangbangers. Don't really know what you see in her."

"I don't know what I saw in her either. But that's not who you think it is." Damon put his arm around her shoulder. "Now, we definitely need to talk, especially if you knew Katherine."