Serena Van Der Woodsen was a goddess. And he was dangerously attached, he thought.

In his 109 years of being "alive" he'd never met someone who appealed to him so highly, who made him want to give up his "vegetarian" ways.

"Bro?" Jonathon.

"Yeah?" His head lifted up.

"You're attached, aren't you?" Jonathon knew the feeling, his first contact with new humans had brought him plenty of scents he knew he could enjoy.

Dan pursed his lips and nodded, pushing himself from the couch he laid on when bored. "Way too."

--

The loud, penetrating sound, of heart beats rang through his ears. At his usual spot, practically connected to the pole that stuck up from the ground, he peered. Watching, wondering, wishing. Dan's mind accelerated with the thoughts of everyone around him. Most of which he wished he could not hear. "Serena!" The shrill sounding voice called and his eyes shot up, glaring at Blair as she wrapped her arms around the blond.

"B!"
She called back, and he turned around, picking up another batch of voices, but her scent still lingered in her nose.

It made him crave; he groaned. No school for him today. Taking a quick glance at Jonathon, he walked away without even a word, knowing that his brother would know where he was going.

He was going to hunt, and fight the urge to kill the bubbly blond.

--

Run, run, run away. He swore, that if he had a beating heart, his lungs would be bursting with the anticipation of new air; but that was not the case, as the only feeling he had was a deep thirst for the blond's blood that still lingered in his nostrils. He kneeled, inhaled and pounced at his prey, sucking the red juices from his frame.

And like that, he discarded the carcass like it was nothing. It was nothing, only an urge that would not go away.

Like the feeling of having her within mere meters of himself, the adrenaline that he wished pumped, the feelings he wished he had.

She would not understand. Never would. She wouldn't understand why he wanted so badly to taste her blood, to drink it from her body.

His curiosity to why he was so attached was growing, but he knew he had to let go, or try.
But after all, he defied the logic of "curiosity killed the cat."

--

Dan. Humphrey. His name sounded so elegant against her cracked lips. She'd caught him a couple times, just staring and it made her feel sort of special; the most gorgeous man on the planet had an interest in plain old her. (Of course, she didn't know to what extent the actual interest was.) Or if he had interest at all. A part of her wondered if he was just a stalker.

"Van Der Woodsen, would you stop being a total stalker and pay attention, please?" Blair asked quietly but her friend was not listening.

But of course, from across the courtyard, Dan was. His pale skin stood out from everyone else that he knew, and he wondered if anyone else had picked up on it. Her thoughts were unreadable, but her friend's were. The brunette suspected something of him. Jonathon neared quietly, leaning his head close to his brother's.

"She's dangerous," he whispered, and Dan nodded.

"I know."

"Serena?"

"What?"

"Have you been listening? I mean, at all?"

He listened to bits and pieces of their conversation, his ears perking in wonder. "No." He heard her respond, and he turned toward Jonathon, the frown evident.

"I have to leave," he responded and started walking away, not noticing that the blond had began to follow him.

--

He'd left school, again. The third time this week, but her scent was becoming unbearable, and he feared for her life. The Foosteps - wait. He inhaled and practically spat out his breath.

"Serena, why are you here?" It was the only thing that came out of his mouth as she walked up the path of the closed off forest nobody knew about. Nobody.

"I followed you," she admitted rather shyly, ducking her head.

Dan turned around at an inhumanly pace, watching her eyes widen. "I told you to leave me alone." He responded, and jumped from his position atop a very large rock, onto the ground.

Serena started to speak, but her mind was jumbled in the discovery that the guy she'd been so intrigued in was definitely something other-worldly. "I had to."

He shook his head and ran his hands through his golden tipped hair. "No," he scoffed, walking away. Serena followed after him, despite his hopes. "You wanted to."

"And so what if I did?" She shot back, making him turn around and stare, cursing at himself for not having the ability to read her mind. She didn't even let him answer. "I know what you are."

"Do tell me," he challenged.

"You're a vampire." Her breath wasn't even uneasy, it didn't even change in pitch. His eyebrow hovered.

"You're not afraid?"

She shook her head, unable to comprehend another action that would support her answer.

"I've murdered humans before."

"You won't hurt me," she challenged, meeting his eyes as he shook his head.

"I won't," he responded, face blank and emotionless. "But," he paused again and stepped back a step from her body which was pressed against the tree. "I certainly can, if I wanted to." And with that, he grabbed her hand and brought her onto his back.

"What are you doing?" She asked, digging her head in his neck.

"You wanted to see my world, right?" He asked and felt her nod. "Well, I'm taking you to see it."