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Elena wakes up, feeling someone's bare body pressed against her and the sunlight pouring in burning her skin. Her throat begs with thirst, a sense of thirst she's never felt before. She can smell something delicious, the most delicious scent she's ever smelled before and she realizes it's coming from next to her. She whips around to see Damon, wide awake.

"Damon," Elena mumbles. Saying his name brings a rush of memories from what seems like a past life. "How long have I been dead?"

"Couple hours. So, how does it feel? Welcome to the club, I suppose."

"Stefan," Elena's voice cracks. "I need to see Stefan." She's pushing him away, rummaging through the bed for her clothes. Damon sinks back into the bed, trying to hide his bitterness. Elena slips back into the light white nightgown she wore the night before and is running through the Salvatore Boarding House, shouting his name. He too, redresses and heads downstairs, slowly.

Elena finds Stefan just as he walks into the Boarding House. When she sees him, she runs before leaping into his arms. He seems taken back still catches her. He hugs for a while before freezing, his eyes going wide. He lets her down to see Elena smiling up at him radiantly.

"Something's different," Stefan says at once, his brow furrowed. Elena waits patiently, smiling while Stefan takes a few moments to think. Damon watches from a few feet a way, laughing at Stefan's stupidity. One second he's thinking deeply to himself and the next, he's attacking Damon.

"You Turned her," Stefan hisses. Elena runs over and tries to break up the two brothers from killing each other.

"Stefan!" Elena shouts. "Let me explain!" She grabs Stefan by the shoulders. "I haven't completed my change. I still need to Feed. But the truth is, I haven't been completely honest with you. I went to see some doctors and they told me I was dying," Elena says seriously.

"Dying?" Stefan is at a loss for words. "How? With what?"

"That doesn't matter. The point is, I couldn't just die on you. But I knew you wouldn't Turn me-"

"That's absurd!" Stefan interrupts. "Why wouldn't I Turn you?"

Elena stares down at the floor, feeling very small all of a sudden. "I don't know. You make it sound like vampires are so evil and you hate being one. I just thought you'd hate the thought of me being like you."

Stefan continues to stare at her with confusion. "Why would you think that? That's so-"

"Twilight?" Damon offers. Elena throws him a glare. If looks could kill.

"That's so stupid? Do you honestly think so little of me? I mean, being a vampire sucks-"

"No pun intended," Damon interrupts again.

Stefan ignores Damon. "But do you think I would just let you die?"

Elena looks up at Stefan. "But you still wouldn't have Turned me and you know it!"

Stefan's face goes hard with hatred. "And so you just had to go to Damon." He's staring directly at Damon who stares back with an equally evil glare.

"It's not exactly like there's an surplus of local vampires in town..." Elena's voice travels off realizing that Stefan has bailed. He's gone. "What do you want me to do then?" Elena yells into the silence. "JUST DIE?" Elena collapses to the floor but there is still no response.

Damon sits down next to her rubbing her back. She hurls herself into his arms as he murmurs into her ear, "Come on. We need to get you some blood."


Elena waits calmly in the parlor with all the blinds closed. Time goes quickly before Damon returns, with two humans. She can smell them and boy, they smell good. Damon enters the parlor with two very recognizable people.

"Bonnie! Mr. Saltzman!" Elena notices Bonnie avoiding eye contact. She wonders how Damon got her to come.

"Bonnie here is going to witch you up a necklace so you can walk in the sun. Ric on the other hand is lunch," Damon smiles and Elena's eyes go wide in shock. "Eh, don't give me that look," Damon rolls his eyes. "Jeremy isn't going to be too thrilled finding out vamps exist after that whole Vickie situation. Matt is a no-no because of his relations to Vickie and Caroline hates me so I present you Alaric."

Elena looks at Alaric who doesn't seem to look too happy. "I'm only here because I can't have you die on Jenna and Jeremy, okay?" Elena nods, understanding.

Damon holds out a hand to Elena, coaxing her to come forward. Elena walks over slowly and hesitantly. Elena takes Damon's hand who forcefully brings Alaric closer.

"I don't want to kill. Him or anyone else," Elena says slowly.

"Another Stefan, I see," Damon mumbles. "Just take a sip and everything will change."

Alaric offers Elena his wrist and Elena takes it. She lets places her nose to his wrist where the blue veins are visible. Immediately, her fangs protrude and she can feel the bloodlust building up. She's quick to bite deep into his wrist. The hot blood flows down her throat and the thirst is quenched. But very quickly, the thirst regrows. Everything starts to change and when she sees Alaric, she wants to kill him. All this anger and bloodlust is coming from nowhere and is coming fully blown.

Elena feels Damon tugging on her but she resists, continuing to drink. She feels his hand clap onto her shoulder before yanking her back. Elena goes flying across the room and she hits the wall. She falls to the floor and she's quick to get back on her feet but Damon's there. Elena attacks him, going for his neck but only grazing her teeth across his skin. Damon slams her against the wall, one hand holding her back by the neck.

Elena's suffocating, a few inches off the ground. Elena's fangs remain bared and Damon slams her head against the wall. "Focus, Elena," Damon hisses under his breath. Slowly, Elena's eyes start to return to their normal color and her fangs retract. Damon releases Elena and she sinks to the ground, rubbing her neck.

"What just happened?" Elena whispers.

Damon squats down in front of her. "You're a vampire now. Oh, and you nearly killed Alaric Saltzman," Damon adds. "Just thought you'd like to know."

Even though Elena's returned to normal physically, inside that feeling of rage and need to kill still remains strong, a steady fire burning in her soul. But there's something about Damon that calms her. Whatever he says seems to have a higher authority over all the range of emotions going on inside. She feels a connection to him, a deep connection she can't even explain let alone know if it really exists.

Alaric bandages up his wound and Elena walks slowly towards the two men. They look up at her and Elena looks down. She can feel the hunger coming back now, smelling the blood. Her nostrils flare and she begs her fangs to stay put.

"I'm going to go," Alaric says briskly. Elena looks up to say 'thank you' but finds herself wanting to kill Alaric.

"You should really get going," Damon says, nudging Alaric towards the door. He returns several moments later, holding up a necklace. There's a bright blue stone set in the center and see notices a tiny E engraved in the center. "You can take off your other one," Damon tells her. "The vervain inside must be killing you."

Elena blinks and does notice the burning feeling her skin is experiencing. She yanks off the necklace easily, breaking the metal links with her newly found strength.

"Easy, easy. That's an heirloom," Damon scoffs. He takes it gently before tossing it onto the coffee table.

"I thought it was an heirloom," Elena says, scrunching her nose.

"It's my heirloom so I get to do whatever the hell I want," Damon replies, clasping her new necklace on.

"Does it ever go away?" Elena asks miserably. "Every time I think of someone, I can only picture myself killing them and drinking their blood. I want to kill, kill, kill! And all I want is blood! More blood!" Elena begs. As if on command, Damon hands her a blood bag. Elena tears it open with her teeth, gulping it down greedily.

"Eventually, you learn to control it. It takes a while, trust me. You're lucky you have someone to guide you along the way," Damon reminds her.

"How about the pain?" Elena asks, tossing the empty bag aside.

"If you're referring the void St. Stefan left behind, you can ignore that. You can turn off all the pain. You don't even have to think about it. Nothing has to matter. It's your choice."

Elena bites her lip, wanting to turn off all that pain. "Everything I feel, Damon," Elena starts, "everything is so much more..."

"Amplified?" Damon suggests. He strokes the side of her face, staring at her face intently. Elena stares at his face, noticing how soft and pink his lips look. Something inside her clicks and she pounces on him. She presses her lips against his, grabbing the side of his face and kissing him deeply. Or at least trying to kiss him. Damon is surprised but quickly catches up, his tongue expertly maneuvering in sync with hers and inside her mouth. He feels Elena pressing her body against his, trying to close the nonexistent gap between them, almost as if she's trying to fuse their bodies together.

Elena feels not just her bloodlust getting stronger but the lust building up inside. She can feel the red in her eyes, the veins popping and the fangs appearing. She bites down on Damon's bottom lip hard, feeling the instant taste of blood coat her tongue. Elena sucks on his lower lip, sucking as much blood as she can. Damon tries to push her away gently but she swats away his arms. She grabs the sides of his face to steady herself as she continues to Feed. Finally,Elena pulls away, smiling. Her fangs only add to her overall sex appeal and Damon feels an attraction to Elena. It's unlike anything else he's experienced or ever felt, even with Katherine.

Elena licks her lips for leftover blood and grins.

A/N: My problem with some fanfics is how they portray Elena after she Turns. They make her seem so calm and serene but did y'all see Logan and Vickie after they were turned? Logan was one crazy SOB. Vickie was so angst-y and blood hungry as well. So yeah, a little more of a dark Elena, I guess but isn't that how true vamps do it? Show your love:D

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