A/N: My first Delena story, ever. Well; My first Delena One shot, ever. Let me know what you think. I may or may not decide to continue this. ^_^

It was an ordinary day, though it never seemed to be anymore. They were always fighting for their lives, protecting Elena, or protecting the countless other people in Mystic Falls. Today, however wasn't one of those days. It was one of those days, for as far as they could see, there was no danger. Damon and Elena were off visiting Bonnie at college, whilst Damon was also to teach Elena how to feed properly. They walked around the campus, Elena and Bonnie next to each other, while Damon lagged behind.

"Are you sure that you're okay with this?" Elena asked, as she looked at Bonnie.

"If I could spell you out of wanting blood, I would, but I can't. So, it's better you learn this now then at freshman orientation." She responded.

"Something tells me that college isn't in my future anymore."

"Oh, stop with the pity party," Damon said. "If I can go to college, you can go to college."

"You …went to college?" Bonnie asked, incredulous.

"Sure. Plenty of times. Always had a thing for sorority girls." He said, his infamous smirk coming into play.

"You're disgusting."

"I know."

At some point or the other during the day, both Elena and Damon had been invited to a frat party. Against Bonnie's best wishes, Damon had persuaded Elena into going. Albeit the bad feeling that was now churning in Elena's stomach, she continued to get dressed up. It was, after all a Halloween party. Damon and Elena now stood outside the home where the party was being held, a banner draped across the porch read 'Murder House', and a smile formed on Damon's lips. The group of three stepped into the house, the part already full in swing. Damon dressed as Jack The Ripper, Elena as some form of an 1800's prostitute, and Bonnie as wench.

"Hey, I'm Frankie," A guy holding a cup filled to the top with alcohol said, as he approached them. "Unassuming serial killer."

"I'm Jack," Damon responded briskly. "And these are the two lovely ladies I just…rippered."

"Welcome to the Murder House. Bloody Mary's free till' Midnight. Enjoy yourselves."

"Well," Damon said as he momentarily tipped off his hat. "Hat's off to these idiots." Damon and Elena walked further into the mess that was called a party, and he began to speak again. "Lubriated sleezeballs all covered in blood. Come on, pick one." Elena sighed inwardly, as her eyes gazed around the room, landing on person to person. Finally, her gaze rest on a man that had just put a roofie into another girl's drink.

"I think I found one." She said. Her voice cold, determined.

"Roofie guy?" Damon asked, as he looked in the direction she was looking.

"Mhmm," Elena nodded.

"Nice choice. Go get him." He said, encouragingly. Elena nodded and walked past him briskly, over towards the guy. Purposely she bumped into him, spilling her drink. "I'm sorry," she said, setting her doe eyes on him. "Drink?" she asked, edging her cup closer to his hand.

"Sure." He replied, a smile gracing his lips. Elena smirked, walking past him into the other room. The guy followed as he now stood in front of her. "Great party, right?"

"Yeah. " she said, smiling. As he leaned into kiss her, she pushed him back. His back hit the wall with a thud. "You're not going to make a sound," she began as her pupils dilated. Slowly her face changed, the veins sprawled out underneath her eyes, her fangs protruded from her canines and she bit into his neck. The warm, red liquid, ran down her throat, eliciting a small groan of pleasure from Elena. She held onto him tighter as her fangs sank deeper into his neck, the blood beginning to run down her chin. Damon walked in then, watching her with amused eyes.

"Now remember, the idea is not to kill him." He said. When there was no response, a small trace of worry crept into his features. "Elena," he said. Still nothing. "Step away from the edge," he said, as he moved closer to her. "Elena!" he hissed. That was when she was able to pull herself away, mouth full of blood, It ran down her chin, neck. As her face returned back to it's normal state, she eyed the guy.

"Leave and forget about this." She said, swiftly compelling him. She smirked as she turned to Damon, wiping the blood away from her mouth.

"Nice touch." He said. "How do you feel?"

"I..I…I feel good." Damon smirked, eyeing her. Elena let out a small laugh and rushed towards him, throwing her arms around him in a hug. When she was close enough to his ear she whispered, "I want more."

He pulled away from the hug long enough to look back at her, "I'm sorry, what?" he asked.

"I want more." She repeated.

"You'll have more," he said. "Later."

"No, Damon." Elena said, now pinning him to the wall she had just previously done with the other guy. "Now." His eyes watched hers, the dim lights making it impossible to see the emotions flickering in her soft amber eyes.

"You're not thinking straight, Elena." He said. "You're not…thinking straight." Damon said, this time a smirk coming into play.

After Elena's small incident after feeding, the two had found their way into the main room. Bodies were pressed together, music was blaring, people were getting drunk, and others were dancing. Having a good time. Both Elena and Damon were feeding, then dancing, feeding and then dancing. A process that had come to repeat several times over. At one point, Elena had herself pressed against Damon. Damon smirk, his arms wrapped around her waist as they swayed together, his head falling back as his neck was exposed. They continued to dance, a goofy grin on Elena's face, both of their mouths were covered in blood and they were all out enjoying themselves. It was then that Bonnie walked in, her eyes glued to the scene in front of her. Damon and Elena? Dancing? Together? Elena's eyes met Bonnie's , and she immediately stopped dancing. "Oh…oh my god." She gasped. "Oh my god." Pushing past Damon, she walked over to Bonnie, "I've gotta get out of here." She said, as the two girls headed outside.

Once outside, Elena tried to slow her breathing, her nerves going haywire. She began to wipe the blood off her face, and panic set in. She turned to Bonnie, "Who am I? Why am I acting like this?" she asked aloud.

"Because you listened to Damon, and Damon makes everything he wants sound like a good idea." Bonnie responded.

"I should be here with Stefan," Elena said as realization dawned on her as she looked at Bonnie. "I shouldn't be here with him. I should be going through all of this, with Stefan." At that moment, the sound of someone clearing there throat could be heard. Both women turned to see Damon standing there. Waiting. Watching.

"Guessin' we should hit the road."

"You were supposed to help her, and you let her get completely out of control." Bonnie growled as she walked closer to him.

"She's not out of control. She was having fun."

"This isn't fun. She's acting like a different person."

"She is a different person. She's a vampire." Damon said. "We're a predatory species, we enjoy the hunt, the feed and the kill. When the guilt gets too bad?" he asked, with a snap of his finger. "We switch off our humanity and we revel in it."

"Is that what you want? Her to be like you?"

"She already is like me. And you know what makes me able to drink my fill, and leave someone breathing and not rip their head off like my brother? Is that I can revel in it. I can make it fun." Damon said, as his eyes blazed into Bonnie's. He walked past her and over towards Elena. As Elena had watched the scene in front of her, tears had began to sting in the back of her eyes, and as Damon shoved past her a single tear fell down her cheek.

"Hey," Bonnie said softly as she walked over towards Elena. "It's okay."

"No, Bonnie. No, it's not okay. He's right."

"No, Elena. Damon isn't right. He just wants to have it his way. He wants you to be just like him!"

"Didn't you hear him?" Elena asked, staring at her friend as she wiped away the tear. A cold, hard expression replaced her hurt one from moments before. "I already am just like him." She said, before flashing off into the night.

A/N: Well? What do you think? Let me know. Should I continue?