A/N- Don't own Vampire Diaries.

Previously

It was simply amazing, and concentration was the key. I turned around and went back to Damon. I ran my hands through my hair and smiled, "Wow, and to think I thought that I was a relatively fast runner… until now!" Damon just laughed, and tucked a stray piece of hair behind my ear. He stared lovingly at me, and lightly brushed his lips across mine, sending a shiver down my spine. "I knew you would get it." I stared into his marvelous hazel eyes. They were gorgeous.

"Let's go," Damon smirked, and we took off into the night.


Now

Whilst Damon and I sped through the town, leaving nothing behind but a gust of wind behind us, all you could hear was the calming sounds the bugs make during the night. The sounds were soothing. It's safe out here, I'm the predator against all animals here. Knowing that I am I one of the most strongest predators in town,gave me somewhat relief. The only vampires in town were Damon, Stefan and myself. Stefan, there's something about him I don't get. He's giving me the feeling that he knows me, how could that be if I didn't know him?
I have to get to know Stefan...even if that means going against damons's word.

The nightly winds stopped as we reached the nearest park. I could smell the rich red liquid of two males near by. Perfect, I could smell the rich red liquid of two males near by. Their scents filled my body with thirst, causing me to sprit faster.
"Elena," Damon warned. I'm going too fast. I temporarily had no control. That's something I have to work on. Damon caught up, holding my hand to keep me close.

Both of us landed softly on the ground beneath us, causing no sound whatsoever. "You have to put on an act. Lets just say... You go up to the two men and say that your boyfriend is hurt and you want them to help you. I'll have a stabbing injury in my stomach. They'll come to help and when they're distracted, we attack..." he suggested.
Stabbbing injury? "What do you mean 'stabbing?'..."

"Exactly that. Pick up that stick over there and stab me in the stomach."
Stab him? But what if I miss the stomach being nervous and get him in the heart... then he's dead.
"I... I can't Damon, I don't want to hurt you," I argued.

He smiled, what I said must've flattered him, "That's cute," he chuckled, "but in order for a vampire to drink, he or she must do what ever they can to get the blood..." And he was right, but stabbing him was just out of the question.
"I know, I know. But I don't want to stab you. Anyone else, fine, but not you," I continued.

Damon took at step closer to me me and smiled. He placed his hand on my cheek and stroked it softly with his thumb. "For a long time I've been waiting for someone to care about me. Now that person has finally arrived."
And then it happened. He kissed me again. I wish these moments would go on forever. They were so precious. The feeling of his soft lips on mine comforted me.

"Well then just for you, I'll stab myself," he chuckled. Emo much. I giggled and waited for Damon's que to go and get the humans. He went to go pick up the stick, and the sounds of the men came no time at all, Damon jabbed the stick into his stomach, causing me to flinch,
"Go," he choked softly.

I took a deep breath and ran; ran; forcing my legs harder to my prey. "Excuse me! Please help me! My boyfriend has been stabbed! Help me!" I cried out to them. That caught there attention. Finally I could see there faces under the street lamp. Turns out that they're police officers, which makes this act even better. One of them was blond. He had short blode hair, was quite good looking, and had sky blue eyes. The other had medium black hair that framed his deep brown eyes, and he was quite tall.

"Ma'am! Calm down! Where is he?" They started jogging to me.
"He's down the path! Please help him!" This was going quite well. I turned around and ran at human speed so that the police men could follow me. And sure enough Damon was laying on the ground with a stick poking out of his chest. It was quite funny looking if you ask me.

"Help me!" he called. I easily picked up some speed, as did the police. I stopped within meters of Damon as the two men ran in front of me to see how he was.
"Sir, sir! You have to stay with us. Carl, call the ambulence," The brunette demanded calmly.

"Oh, we couldn't let that happen," Damon smirked. That was the que to attack. Both the men looked at eachother with a confused expression on their faces. And before the men could realise, Damon and I were already feeding from them. I had the blonde, Damon had the brunette. As I drank from him, the rich, warm liquid ran down from my mouth and onto my white blouse, staining it. The blood ran down my throat, starting to sating my thirst. It was like a second heaven. It was fresh; fresher then the bottles of blood in the fridge. Damon and I stopped as they were both completely drained of their blood. I felt full.

We deposed of the police mens' bodies carefully so that nobody would find them. I wiped my mouth with my hand and walked toward Damon, who still had the stick in him.
"Arn't you going to pull that out?" I asked, thinking that it would be uncomftable.

"Oh... would you like to? Think of it as saving my life," He laughed. I'd rather that then stabbing him. Unsurely, I wrapped both hands around the stick knowing that it would be a struggle to get out. "1, 2, 3" I counted mentally before heaving to get it out. It didn't take long, but the stick slid out smoothly, but slowly, causing Damon to wince.

"Thank you Elena," Damon smiled after the stick was out. "you go back and clean yourself up. I have some business to deal with."
"Um... okay." Damon walked over to me and gave me a quick kiss on the lips, before taking off.

I sighed then thought, 'Now's the time to talk to Stefan...'

I took off suddenly, back to the boarding house. And within a few moments, I was there. I gripped the door handle and twisted it; the hinges of the door squeaking as it opened. "Who is it?" A deep, throaty voice said was inside. It was Stefan.

"It's Elena," I responded, while closing the door behind me. His voice came from upstairs, but before I could go and investiage, he walked down the stairs. As he reached the bottom of the stairs, he lifted his head and stopped once he saw me.

"You're not Elena anymore. You're his pet," he spat, "you hardly know what went on before you were turned... nothing..."

"Okay, before you judge me, I want some answers before Damon gets back," I admitted.

His brows furrowed. "Get back from where?"

"From dealing with some 'business'." I motioned quotation marks in the air with my fingers as I said this.

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