General POV
Elena was staring at the mirror where seven words, written in capital letters – not to mention blood – stood, threateningly.
YOU WILL BE MINE BEFORE SUNDOWN, ELENA
What did all this mean? Elena didn't know, and she didn't want to find out, though she knew, she was going to have to get to the bottom of this at some point.
She sighed incredulously and earned a quick glance of confusion from Damon, who was sitting by his desk with a filled-to-the-top glass of bourbon in his right hand. At the moment, he was distracting himself by catching the reflection of the sun in the glass, making small patterns on the walls.
Elena shook her head silently. And then a thought popped into her shaking head. It was the PE teacher who was doing this. Mr. Larsen had to be a vampire, how else could he have controlled her dream? She would never have dreamt of him, if she hadn't done anything active to do so. And he had been awfully insistent about kissing her.
Elena shivered and a teardrop formed its way down Elena's cheek, before falling to the floor, where it hit the surface of the wooden floor hard and turned into millions of tiny teardrops.
Damon had been watching Elena out the corners of his eyes, and now, he just couldn't hold on to his self-control. Elena was crying. Damon realized that Elena must have come to the same con-clusion as he.
It had been the guy from Elena's dream/nightmare – the one who had attacked her, and Damon had to fight off.
Damon was seething with rage, and he felt his grip around his almost-empty glass of bourbon tighten to the point of destruction.
Actually, he didn't even notice the cracks that had already formed its way from top to bottom of the glass.
Elena looked up at the sound of breaking glass. She was frightened that someone might have found his or her way into the house again. But surely, it would have been way too suspicious to do so by breaking a window.
But when she did find the source of the cracking sound, her eyes fell on Damon, who looked like he was about to murder someone. Her gaze found its way to the ground, where a small pool of bourbon and glass was lying, menacingly.
"Damon," he heard his name whispered by the angel sitting on his bed. She looked so beautiful, yet so frail, and so sad.
This didn't help Damon's mood at all. He could feel the anger inside of him bubbling into an all-consuming rage.
He stood, shaking with the unbearable rage. He stormed out the door. He had to feed. He hadn't realized earlier, with all the fuss going on. But he'd very suddenly felt the urge to grab Elena harshly and sink his canines into her soft, milky skin.
Little did he realize, that he was leaving Elena behind, alone and unprotected…
Elena POV
I was shaking – not just a little bit, no. I was shaking violently. Damon had left me. Where had he gone?
I crawled back under the cover of his duvet. It was still warm. I cuddled closely to the pillow and listened to any sounds of movement, but I heard none other than a door creak loudly.
I stayed under the protection of the duvet, for what seemed like a very long time. Of course it had only been ten minutes or so, but it had felt like eternity. I shifted position, trying to find something else to do, than lie beneath the covers.
I was sitting at the edge of Damon's bed. It seemed cold without him in it, now. I did not really know what to do, so I just sat, looking in my bag for something interesting – of course, I found none.
Finally, I heard the door opening, and I rushed out of the bed, and I ran downstairs into the arms of who I thought was Damon.
I grabbed his grey shirt firmly and inhaled, still not having noticed, that it wasn't Damon in my arms.
Wait, grey shirt? Damon never wears grey! I thought, suddenly afraid. And this person – whoever it was – also smelled completely different from Damon's sweet odor, that always made me think of the ocean in winter.
No, this was definitely not Damon.
Damon POV
I was wandering down the street when out the corner of my eyes; I saw a pretty little thing approaching me.
She said, "I've never seen a man who looks so all alone, could you use a little company?"
For a moment, I didn't really know what to say or do. Sure she was easy on the eyes, but I just didn't feel much for girls who were this desperate. Though, of course I couldn't blame her for being this desperate, since I was the pretty face, she was trying to seduce.
I looked deep into her eyes and said, "You will willingly follow me around the corner, and you will not scream, when I slowly suck the life out of you."
The girl, whose name was Amanda repeated everything I had just said, and she then followed me around the corner without asking as much as a single question. I was beginning to like this girl very much.
But of course the perfect picture had to break, because she could not keep her mouth shut, when I had finally gotten to the part, where I was going to sink my teeth into her quite short throat and feed off of her.
I'd taken a hold of the collar of her coat, when she opened her mouth and asked, "Aren't you going to like kiss me or something?" I was turned off as soon as she'd opened her mouth, but I sure needed the sweet, red liquid of hers, called blood.
Once again, I stared deeply into her eyes – this time a bit angrily – and explained very carefully, "No, I will not kiss you. I only want to kiss one woman in the world, and you are definitely not she. Now, just shut up or else I am going to kill you, and it won't be pleasant."
She gulped once, but kept her mouth shut, as I descended my mouth to her neck. I could sense the pace of her pulse quicken, and I smiled evilly as my fangs sank into the softness of her skin.
She moaned at first, but after a little while she began to groan, shriek and push me away from her.
I didn't feel like stopping, but the thought of how guilty I would feel once I was at home, staring into Elena's trusting blue eyes made me pull back.
I told the girl not to remember anything about what had happened to her today, other than that she had met the most beautiful man in the world, and that she had had coffee with him.
I laughed to myself as I began to walk back to the Boardinghouse.
But then I finally thought of something. I had left Elena behind, alone and unprotected. I sped the rest of the way back to the house at vampire speed, but when I got there, it was too late.
