(I would like to apologize that my FF looks like the show. I had NO idea the show was going to do what I'm doing. I will try to change it up a bit so it doesn't look the same.)
"Stefan," I groaned as we stopped. I wasn't quite sure where I was, but I was with Stefan and I felt safe. My head hurt, my eyes felt sore, and I felt hungry again. I was sitting on a couch. I didn't recall sitting on a couch, but Stefan was next to me. He brushed my hair away from my face. "What did he do to you?" he whispered.
I looked at him helplessly and I showed him my wrist. Stefan examined it and then looked at me with a very concerned, very serious look in his eye, "Did you drink his blood?"
I looked mortified, but I nodded my head slowly, as a child would when they knew they were in trouble. Stefan sighed, "I'm so sorry," he admitted, "I could've stopped him," he said helplessly. I saw true pain in his eyes, and it made me feel even guiltier for choosing Damon. But you can't help who you love.
"What's happening to me?" I asked in no more than a whisper. I looked at him, and he did not want to answer. But he did. "Only Damon's blood will satisfy your hunger now. You won't die without it, but I'm not sure you can live without it either. You…you will remain human so long as you don't drink human blood…but…" he stopped.
"But? But what? How could this get any worse?" tears stung my eyes. I had a feeling my life was about to spiral out of control.
"The thing is…your body wants to begin a transformation. But it would if you do not drink human blood. However, at this point the only thing that will keep you going is Damon's blood. But it will never quite satisfy you…you'll live...in this haze…and pain…" he looked at me, and I knew it was hard for him to tell me this. "If you don't drink human blood…you can never fully live again, but if you do drink…you'll be one of us."
I felt my chest freeze, and I didn't know how to take that. It was either linger on in life…half-living…or die to live.
It was like a cosmic joke.
I gave a long breath, trying not to cry anymore. I buried my face in the crook of Stefan's neck and closed my eyes, "Will you just stay with me?"
I had some thinking to do.
"Of course," he whispered, placing his arm around me.
