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WARNING - This chapter is rather... limey xD

Chapter 2:

Mia's POV:

The Originals left me to rest in Damon's bedroom after the shower and had left about 20 bottles with hospital blood in there in case I was hungry, which I defiantly was. I was starving, but at the same time I couldn't get myself to drink the blood, because the thought of being part vampire scared me. I didn't want to live off blood for the rest of my life. But did this also mean that I was going to stay 17 forever? Would I never grow old or even get sick?

The thought alone scared me more than I wanted to show, but I quickly shook it away and jumped off my bed, not being able to fall asleep anyway. I went to the mirror in Damon's bathroom and looked for something I wasn't completely sure of what was. I just felt like I needed to do something.

And then when I suddenly found a pair of scissors I knew exactly what I needed to do. I needed to change, to start with a clean table. I'd always loved having long hair, but right now all I wanted to do was to chop – well, not all of it – but some of it off.

Therefore, I began cutting my long, blonde hair to neck-length and cut it in a more edgy way. I didn't know what Damon was going to say about this, but he was defiantly going to say something when he saw me. My hair was still longer than his and had the same volume as before, but now I almost felt relieved as if a heavy burden had been removed from my shoulders.

When I'd finished, I looked down at the long hair in the sink and tried comprehending what I'd just done and figure out why I exactly did it. There had to be another reason other than to get a new hairstyle because I simply needed a change.

I shook the questions away and tried focusing on something else. Like the burning pain in my gum. I leaned closer to the mirror and opened my mouth wide, touching my canine teeth gently where the pain was located and wondering if I could make my fangs come out. I tried mentally pushing them out and endured the pain as my canine teeth suddenly extended and became sharp.

"Oh, God…" I muttered, hesitantly touching my new fangs. It didn't exactly help that my blue-greenish eyes suddenly turned bright yellow. "For fuck sake… What's happening to me?"

"Mia?" I heard Damon say outside the door. My cheeks instantly became flushed and I was starting to freak out a bit, because I didn't know what to do. I wanted to let him inside and drain him for blood, but I was also scared of what he would say when he saw my new hairstyle. God… I was turning into a neurotic, insure, and blood-hungry hybrid! "Mia, are you awake?"

"Um… yeah, but could you just-um-wait a minute," I said nervously and paced around in his bedroom for a minute, then stopped and finally took a deep breath. Calm down, Mia, I thought to myself and took another deep breath. You don't need to let him in to talk with him. I nodded to myself and went as close to the door as I dared. "What do you want?"

"You," I could almost imagine that Damon was smirking right now. "I know that you're going all freaky in there and enjoying my big bed, but this is my bedroom and I believe that we should celebrate the success of your very… moronic, but victorious plan."

I frowned, feeling a bit confused about what he said. "Are you calling me a moron?"

"No! Of course not. What I mean is that…" Damon sighed, for he was having a hard time saying what he was about to say next. "You really scared me, Mia. I… I thought that I was going to lose you. Again."

I smiled weakly. It was nice to know that Damon cared a lot about me and that he meant it every time he told me that he loved me. That was why I chose to let him in. I remembered that Damon was able to soothe the panic and right now I needed him with me more than ever.

Though, when Damon stepped inside, I suddenly felt the anxiousness hit me again. I completely stopped breathing as soon as he turned to me and his eyes widened in shock to see my new haircut. I tried figuring out what he was thinking, but his puzzled facial expression matched how he felt right now. He was surprised, confused, and defiantly didn't see it coming.

"Wauw, you look…" He reached out to touch it, to make sure that it wasn't just a dream, and he noticed that I wasn't breathing at all. "Breathe, Mia. I love it."

"Really?" I asked immediately without thinking.

Damon chuckled, but he nodded and pulled me close to him – so close that he triggered something inside me. Lust. Complete and utter lust. Without giving him a moment to say anything, I suddenly jumped up on him with my legs locked around him and began kissing him hungrily, which seemed to baffle Damon more than it baffled me.

However, even though I knew that the lust had been enhanced because I was a vampire now, then I didn't want to resist it. I wanted Damon right here and now and nothing was going to stop me. I quickly ripped his shirt open and licked the side of Damon's neck, making him moan aloud.

But Damon swiftly turned on his stereo to cover up our loud moans and moved us to his bed where he removed my nightgown from my body as the song Mr. Saxobeat by Alexandra Stan started playing. I had no control over myself anymore, but I didn't care. The feeling was simply incredible and all I wanted to do was to make love to Damon.

The song did cover up our loud moans, but it also added to my lust and made me loose all control whatsoever. Even Damon couldn't control himself anymore, because we were not only letting go of our inhibitions, but also just doing what we felt like doing rather than just doing what was "right" or "appropriate" to do right now.

And as the passion between us rapidly intensified, I just couldn't take it anymore. I let my fangs extend and bit Damon hard in his neck before he could stop me, wanting so badly to drain him for every single drop of blood in his body.

"Mia, stop!" Damon suddenly yelled in a way that woke me up from the trance like state I was in.

He pushed me off him and stumbled out of the bed, running fast towards the bottles of blood and drained 10 of them faster than I could count. But the wound on his neck didn't heal completely and I knew why. It was because I'd bitten him. He was once again destined to die, but I couldn't let that happen. So I quickly ran up to him and bit my wrist open, forcing him to drink my blood.

It was only a blind shot, but I didn't know what else to do. I didn't want him to die and defiantly not because of something I did. Luckily, my guess had been right, because Damon's wound healed up completely and we both sighed in relief, not caring at all that we were sitting on the floor in the nude.

"That was close…" I muttered. "Too close… I'm sorry, Damon. I–"

"Mia, I knew the risk of going in here. It's my own fault," Damon said and sighed heavily. But he soon realized that we were both naked on the floor and he quickly flashed a smirk instead, staring a bit too intensely at my body. I rolled my eyes and said. "You're such a perv!"

Damon chuckled and just pushed me down against the cold floor, continuing where we let go. I didn't understand how he could just forget what had just happened, but then I remembered something. Damon was a guy and men easily forgot things as soon as they saw a naked woman.

"I'm so tempted to yell 'rape' right now…" I said as his kisses trailed up my stomach and up to my cleavage.

He chuckled into my skin as he softly nibbled my… um… – let's just call them twins – and made my face turn more and more red. I closed my eyes and tried not to feel so embarrassed about this. I mean, we had made love before, so this shouldn't be making me so… uneasy.

"You don't want to know what I'm tempted to do right now…" Damon teased and I opened my eyes again as I felt his lips press against mine. "Mia?"

"Mm?" I said, enjoying the feeling of his lips on the side of my neck.

Damon bit me, but it didn't hurt that much anymore. "You taste very deliciously, you know that?"

I chuckled "Of course! I'm a very appetizing girl!"

He nodded in agreement and kissed me hungrily. We ended up spending the rest of the evening and night on the floor, but Damon did pull one of the blankets down to us in case he wasn't enough to keep me warm. I didn't mind sleeping on the floor, because as long as Damon was sleeping right next to me then nothing could scare me – well, except maybe from Klaus, but he was trapped in the tomb.

However, I finally managed to get some rest and slept peacefully in Damon's embrace all night and up until midday the next day where the sound of someone walking around in the bedroom woke me up.

At first I didn't want to wake up and quickly nodded off again, but then when I woke up for the second time by the sound of a loud shriek, I almost flew out of my bed, quickly pulled on my panties and one of Damon's shirts, and ran out of his bedroom and downstairs only to find out that it was just Caroline and Elena, who had seen a big and pretty nasty spider on the kitchen floor.

When Caroline and Elena saw me stand at the doorway in what I was wearing, they both burst into laughter and my cheeks became flushed once again. But my focus was quickly shifted at the spider that was crawling up my bare leg and I let out a loud and deafening scream.

All the Originals and Damon and Stefan heard this, but when they came in to the kitchen, they tried hard to suppress their laughter as they saw me stand up on the kitchen counter like a frightened little girl rather than a courageous hybrid teenager.

"Don't laugh! I hate spiders!" I hissed angrily.

I quickly felt pissed off and growled loudly at them, then left the kitchen faster than they could react and hid outside on the porch, feeling so embarrassed and angry and… emotional. It wasn't my fault that spiders scared the crap out of me and if Caroline hadn't shrieked, then I wouldn't have gone downstairs wearing nothing but panties and Damon's shirt to begin with.

Unfortunately for me, Elijah eventually was the one to find me and even he was trying hard not to laugh of me. I came so frustrated that I wanted to cry or kill someone.

"Mia, I'm sorry if we hurt your feelings, but you have to laugh of the irony…" he said and sat down next to me, covering my shivering body with his jacket.

"I don't care! I don't think it was funny… and you're not exactly helping when I'm feeling so emotional. You should be more understanding and help me." I said.

Elijah sighed, but apologized and suddenly stood up, because Damon was out here. Damon sat down next to me and pulled me up on his lap, kissing me teasingly on my neck to make me smile.

"Damon, stop it!" I said, giggling.

"Oh, but I know you love it! You little shrieking hybrid…" Damon teased.

I rolled my eyes of him, but it did help that he came out. I just wondered if I was ever going to learn how to control my enhanced emotions and what I was going to do about my blood hunger. I really didn't want to drink human blood, because it made me feel like a monster.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, Damon, but I think I'll adapt to Stefan's diet," I said, making Damon frown and groan in annoyance and say mockingly. "Looks like I fell for a girly hybrid… Lucky me!"