That night I tried to stay away from Damon as much as possible, hiding away in my guest bedroom. But, he'd just keep bothering me countless times: Picking up my hair and tossing it around, Talking about the '70's, asking me where Stefan was which really pissed me off. I got to my breaking point and made an attempt to leave. But, of course we really were snowed in. When I tried to get up, he'd ask where I was going. He made me ask him before I made tea . So, the first 6 hours weren't my favorite.

Finally at 11:30 I decided it was an exceptable time to go to bed. "Damon, may I please bed?" I asked, rolling my eyes. He shrugged, shaking his whiskey bottle. "Yeah, yeah whatever." He actually seemed deep in thought. In my mind I was relieved, I thought he was going to make me stay up with him and dance or something. On the outside I didn't show my joy, afraid he would notice. I just smiled and walked upstairs, to one of the guest rooms and flopped on the bed. I though. I wasn't pretending on that part.

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The next morning I woke up, my mouth felt tasteless and bland. My skin and I felt. Disgusting. I slowly got up, walking into Stefans old room, picking up an outfit I had left at his house incase I spent the night. I smiled to myself ad went in a bathroom upstairs and passing the kitchen, smelling delicious food. I smiled to myself, at less Damon can cook. I walked into a bathroom and ran a hot shower. I got out of the shower, feeling nicely cleansed. I got dressed and headed downstairs. I went to the kitchen by instinct and say Damon handing me a plate of Bacon and an omelette. He handed me orange juice after that. I smiled.

"Where did you say you learned to cook so good?" I asked, remembering the wonderful tastes of this mornings breakfast. He smirked," My mother." He said, simply. That conversation died after he said that. "So, what would you like to do today, Elena?" He stretched my name a bit too much. "Well, I can tell you what I don't want to do. I don't want to sit next to you, watching you drink whiskey and have to ask the bathroom. " I snapped. "I know, Elena. And I that. This morning over breakfast. Now, how about we play a game?" He asked, smirking. I feverishly gasped and fell to the floor, feeling Damon hold me in his arms felt comforting.

My head ached and I could only bear his voice muffled. My hands looked pal, I don't know about my face. I was sweating and I ft extremely sick. I managed to say one word which made no sense what so ever," May.." then it all went black. But not before I felt skin close to my mouth as I used the last of my strength to drink what I hoped was Damon's blood from his wrist.