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A/N; Chapter one has been re-posted... Re-reading it isn't necessary. No major changes, just some grammatical errors and the chapter has been renamed (The Blood Share).

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Previously on Giving Into You..."You think you'll be ok if I take off?" She was sure she had drank enough blood not to lose control for the night, but for some reason she didn't want him to go. "Elena?"

"Do you think...could you just stay a little longer?"

He smiled. "Of course." Elena smiled back, and snuggled down to face him.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew that asking Damon to stay wasn't entirely appropriate. Only, the part of her that wanted Damon to stay, the part that felt safe with him, felt protected...that part was louder, and ultimately won.

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Giving Into You

You found your way under my skin, and I'm trying not to love you
But I hate the way I keep on giving into you, like I always do
No matter how I try
Or maybe could it be, that you're the part of me, that's keeping me alive?

~Break this Spell, Daughtry

Chapter Two: Vampire Feeding 101

It was still early when Damon had finally left. Elena hadn't noticed he was leaving until she heard the window open. For a while, she had just laid there, replaying the night's events in her head. After falling asleep for a few more hours, she awoke to see a text message from Stefan.

A twinge of guilt ricocheted through her. She remembered the last time Stefan had learned that she fed from Damon. He had been upset of course, but he had seemed angrier than anything else. Elena stared at her phone, knowing that a lot more had gone on between her and Damon than her simply feeding from him.

When she finally opened the text, Elena let out a groan. He wanted to go hunting. That gave her all the courage she needed, and a few hours later Elena was in the boarding house having a talk with Stefan.

She started by explaining the hunger that overtook her the night before, how Damon had to pull her off of Matt, and how she needed to learn to feed and control it. Elena had left out the parts where she had drank from Damon again, and how he had stayed half the night...in her bed. The look on his face when she explained that she needed Damon's help to teach her how to feed was bad enough.

"Stefan, I just can't keep the animal blood down, and the blood bags don't seem to work either," Elena continued to explain.

Stefan let out a sigh through his tight smile. "So...Damon?"

"Stefan," she said firmly, cocking her head to the side.

"No, I get it. You want to learn to feed from the vein." His voice seemed dry and his expression stoic. "That's not exactly something I can teach you."

"Thank you for understanding." she said, hoping it would draw out some kind of real understanding.

"Sure thing." It seemed to work...for a moment. "Hey, what about Caroline? Why can't she teach you?"

"Because, dear brother, she drinks from blood bags. Elena needs blood from the vein, and she needs to learn that way." Stefan seemed annoyed when his brother came into the living room without warning, or invitation. Damon lowered his voice and spoke a little more gentle. "Look at her eyes."

Elena looked confused. Stefan narrowed his brows, his famous brooding line cutting his forehead in two. He stepped towards her and looked closely at her eyes, just the way Damon had the night before. "Oh," he sighed, then he looked at Elena with concern. "I'm so sorry, Elena. I didn't see it."

"Stefan, what's the matter?"

"Your body, it's..."

"It's starving itself," Damon added. Stefan turned around to glance at Damon. There seemed to be no more annoyance between them.

Elena looked confused, and it quickly turned to irritation. "I don't think I understand. I feel ok. I mean I'm hungry, but I don't feel sick or anything."

"New vampires can't tell the difference. Fortunately," Damon said with a little bit of hesitation, "The blood lust allows them to get enough, so it's rarely a problem." Stefan shifted uncomfortably. He almost seemed embarrassed.

Damon went to the drink cart and overturned three glasses, filling each one with a generous amount of alcohol. He balanced all three in his hands, then walked over to the couple still standing in the middle of the room.

As Damon handed his brother a drink, Stefan looked at him sincerely and said, "Thank you." Elena's eyes darted between them, watching their interaction unfold. She could tell that Stefan wasn't thanking Damon for the bourbon.

At first, Damon gave him a genuine smile, but then it turned a bit tight. "Yeah, well, you looked like you could use a drink." He smirked. "Both of you." He held out the other glass for Elena to take.

She just looked at it, then back up to Damon. "I feel fine."

"Elena, you're not fine." Stefan said, taking the drink from Damon and putting it into Elena's hands. Her eyes darted between them once more. They both seemed to be staring her down. She decided to give in, and took a nice long drink.

Satisfied, Damon started to walk back to the drink cart, finishing all the alcohol in his glass on the way. He spoke as he poured himself another drink. "You should stay here tonight. Fancy ring or not, you might not want to be around Jeremy until you get some blood in your system. We'll start tomorrow morning."

"I have school."

Damon looked at Stefan, who turned back to Elena. "Damon's right, you need to learn to feed, to control it. You need blood."

Damon came around and sat on the couch in front of them. He spent the rest of the day finishing off a bottle of bourbon, watching Stefan help Elena get caught up on school work. Elena was amazed at how knowledgeable Damon actually was. Every now and then, Stefan would pause to remember some history date or science fact. After a moment of silence, or an annoying humming of the Jeopardy theme song, Damon would chime in nonchalantly with the answer.

Stefan and Elena headed to bed early, barely talking. Elena was exhausted. She feel asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. In the morning, her and Stefan were abruptly awaken by Damon yelling loudly at the bottom of the stairs. Stefan let out an annoyed groan, and fell back onto his pillow. Elena just laughed, and got up to get dressed.

A few hours later, Damon and Elena were walking on fresh cut grass. The sun was bright, but it didn't feel especially warm to Elena. Damon had been unusually silent. "Should we really be doing this in the daylight?"

"Nervous?" He teased her. Elena was glad that even though he was quiet, he still had that comforting playfulness.

She let out a deep breath, and looked at him with honest eyes. "Yeah."

All his snark melted away, and she could see his concern for her show. "Don't be. You'll be fine."

"Damon, what if I'm a ripper?" He swiftly stopped, and turned her around to face him. Damon cradled her face in his hands like he had done so many times before.

"Elena, I'll be right here. I won't let you do anything."

She saw the sincerity pouring from his ocean eyes, and started to feel more at ease. She nodded, then they both continued walking. "So, why the cemetery?"

"People come to be alone. Plus, there's a nice little walking path right past it." Elena knew exactly the one he was talking about.

"Come here." They both moved behind a rather large headstone, and Damon positioned himself so he could whisper in her ear. "Over there. See her?" Elena followed his pointed finger, trying not to shudder at the hot breath coiling at the nape of her neck. "She's taking a nice leisurely little walk, all by herself. Perfect target. Now listen. Do you hear anyone else nearby?" Elena shook her head. She could feel Damon smirk behind her. "Well, then...you're all set."

Elena's body started to tense. "I don't know if I can do this."

"Elena, you need blood." He could feel the hesitation in her voice, and her body. Damon sighed. "How about this..." He grabbed her hand, and started pulling her through the cemetery towards the walking path.

"What are we doing?" Elena choked out in a nervous whisper.

"Pulling the band aid off. Excuse me, Miss?"

"Yes?" The woman turned around, only to be met with the eyes of a compelling vampire.

"You're not going to scream. You're not afraid. You're going to come with me." All she did was nod, and let Damon lead her off the path. He immediately pushed her up against a tree. "Now, I promise this won't hurt." Damon added with a smirk, "You might even like it a little."

"Damon?" Elena squeaked from behind him. He still had his hand tightly gripping hers. "Damon?" He ignored her, and leaned down to bite into the woman's neck.

When he pulled away, Elena's eyes went straight from the wound to Damon's face. She never remembered being so drawn into his vampire features the way she was now. His fangs were out and blood was on his lips, but his eyes were as crystal blue as ever.

Damon released Elena's hand and stepped aside. He had a sexy grin in place. "After you."

She took a deep breath, then bent down to the woman's neck and began to drink from the wound Damon had created. Elena managed to keep her eyes normal for about two seconds before letting the darkness overtake them. She pulled back briefly before diving back in and creating a wound of her own.

Damon saw she was getting a bit carried away and stepped behind her. As soon as she felt Damon's strong hands on her hips, she released the woman's neck.

Damon leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Now, we heal her a bit." He bit his wrist, bringing it in front of Elena's face and up to their victim's mouth. When Damon pulled it away, he couldn't help but notice how Elena's eyes followed his bloody wrist. "Then, we erase," he whispered into her ear again, "Go ahead, try it."

Elena brought her eyes up the woman's and started to compel her. "You won't remember anything that just happened. You were walking, a couple asked you for directions, then you kept going on your way." The woman nodded, and started to walk away.

Damon was still behind Elena, one hand still on her hip. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I think I am."

"Ready to try it on your own?" She shook her head. Damon frowned. "You sure you're ok?"

Elena nodded, then turned around to face him. "I'm fine, Damon. It's not as bad as I thought it would be."

"Well, you've fed from Matt. How did you think it would be any different?" He raised his eyebrows, asking honestly.

She looked away thoughtfully, then back to Damon. "I guess I just thought I would feel guilty, you know, taking it from someone who wasn't willing to give it to me."

"But you weren't?" His eyebrows were a bit furrowed as he spoke. His head was slightly cocked in confusion, and just the slightest bit of intrigue.

"No. I wasn't." Elena looked surprised at her own confession. Then, her face fell. "But, I wish I did."

Damon made a face at her. "You wish you felt guilty?"

"Yes. I feel like I should feel guilty." She started to pace around a bit. Her movements seemed to match her unsettling mood. "And I don't think I should be ok with all this. I don't like being ok with all this...any of this. I mean, if I don't feel guilty, what does that make me?" Elena realized she seemed like she was rambling, but she wasn't. She was speaking her mind. "Everyone keeps telling me it'll get better...easier. But do I really want it to? Because I feel like it shouldn't. I shouldn't want it to be easier."

Damon wasn't sure how much more of her little heart pouring he should listen to. He didn't really enjoy listening to her giving herself a moral guilt trip, and somewhere in the back of his mind he couldn't help but wonder why she was telling him all this when she should probably be telling Stefan. "Elena..."

"Damon, I hate not feeling guilty. I hate it." she stopped pacing, and stood to look at him sadly. "I'm scared that if I let it get too easier, that I'll become like..." Elena quickly cut herself off. She gave him a shameful expression.

"Like who Elena? A ripper like Stefan? Or maybe something worse. Maybe like me?"

"Damon, that's not what I was going to say."

"What were you going to say?" Elena opened her mouth, but no words came out. She watched Damon tilt his head and gave her a sad look. "Come on, let's go. We should get you back to Stefan."

"Damon!" She yelled after him. For a moment she thought he was going to turn around, but he just kept walking. She took a deep breath and followed him in silence, keeping a few steps behind him all the way back to the boarding house.

When they returned, Stefan was standing behind the drink cart. "She's all yours," Damon said flatly, and when straight upstairs.

Stefan's questioning gaze followed Damon until he was out of sight, then he softly looked at Elena. "How did it go?"

"It went ok..." Elena trailed off, sitting on the couch in front of him.

"Elena." Stefan drawled out her name deliberately, and knowingly.

She didn't meet his eyes when she finally answered. "Damon had to help me." Stefan looked confused, but had a frown on his face.

"So, it didn't go that well?"

Elena slumped back into the couch, letting out an exasperated sigh. "I don't know."

Stefan was about to say something, when they both heard Damon bounding down the stairs. He had changed. Stefan turned to give him another quizzical look. "It actually went quite well, brother." Stefan rolled his eyes at him as Damon grabbed the glass out of his hand and downed it's contents. "Right on track."

Elena shot her head up from off the back of the couch and looked at Damon like he had gone crazy. Then, she proceed to glare at Stefan's next comment. "So, Elena's just being hard on herself then?" Stefan gave her a smirk that could rival Damon's, and she just glared harder.

"Isn't she always?" Damon avoided her staring daggers at him by pouring himself some bourbon into Stefan's glass. "I blame you, you know." He gave Stefan a poke in the shoulder, drink in hand. When he had once again downed the alcohol, he refilled it and handed it back to his brother.

Stefan couldn't help but chuckle at his brother. Elena gave up her stares and turned away from them. "So, when are you going out again?" Stefan asked like it was something she did with Damon all the time. Elena whipped her head back around.

Had she stepped into an alternative universe where Stefan was ok with her spending time alone with Damon? For some reason she didn't understand, he seemed ok with it now. Let alone, wanting her to go out and learn to drink blood from walking humans. Damon was obviously feeling her sentiments, but was a little more vocal about it.

"Are you drunk?" He leered.

Stefan just grinned, which made Damon's eyebrows crease together more. "What? I can't be on board with the new plan?"

Elena smiled at Stefan's good mood, while Damon just glared at him. "Give me that," he said, taking the glass that Stefan had just brought to his lips away from him. Stefan rolled his eyes as Damon took his drink to stand next to the fireplace. "Actually, I thought we'd go back out tonight?"

Elena gave Damon's words careful consideration. When she turned to Stefan, he had his eyebrows raised like he was waiting for her answer. Her eyes moved between the Salvatore brothers one more time before finally answering. "Fine. Tonight. Where are we going this time?"

"It's a surprise," he said, before leaving the room as quickly as he had entered. "Look pretty," he yelled from the stairs. Elena looked at Stefan, who just shrugged.

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To Be Continued... Chapter Three: Unexpectedly Understood

For their second lesson, Damon takes Elena to a bar outside of Mystic Falls. After Damon gives Elena some tips on picking out who to bite, their conversation turns extremely personal. Finally, Damon is thrown for a loop by Elena's actions.

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