TALON'S POINT OF VIEW-

"Hey", she whispered, coming into my room the next morning. God, she looked so beautiful. But I looked into her eyes and saw the evidence of tears in them. I sighed internally; only Damien would be stupid enough to worry herself to tears about a vampire who hurt her to no limit and almost caused her to die.

And only Damien would be dumb enough to walk into a room with a blood-starved vampire who found her blood intoxicatingly delicious.

"Go", I groaned, looking away from her, trying very hard not to hear her heartbeat accelerating when she came in and saw me. Ooooh yes, the blood rushing in her veins. Only one snap away from being in MY mouth.

Stop it, I told myself. Of course Damien wouldn't mind me drinking from her. She even offered it. But I don't want to live through the pain again; to see what I had done to her, in her mind. And I also didn't want her to see how painful it was for me to just act like I didn't need blood when every ounce of my being was screaming for it.

"You're stronger", Damien nodded at my relaxed sitting position by the window. She obviously thought I'd drunk blood.

Well, I had eaten some food. When I ate meat, I felt a little better. At least I didn't collapse. That's what counted. I would survive for a few more days if I still didn't feed. Which was exactly what I wanted.

I stood up to assure Damien that I was fine when I felt sick. Like I was going to throw up. But….wait, vampires don't get sick. No, I corrected myself, a HEALTHY vampire didn't get ill or hurt. Now I was way beyond healing. The more you drink, the faster you heal. Simple logic.

I shook off my queasiness and looked into Damien's eyes; she was looking at me, making sure I had fed. Apparently, she saw that I hadn't and glared at me.

"Please, Talon. Please drink from me", I heard her pulse spike up when she said my name. I glowered. How the hell could she still like me?

I tried to ignore the pain in my throat as Damien stepped closer. I inched away, trying to not be conspicuous about it. But her razor sharp grey eyes caught me.

"Why are you doing this? I don't see how you'll benefit from STARVING yourself to death", she yelled at a hungry vampire. Was she even in her senses?

"Please. You need to go now. I can't risk your life like this. If I lose control now, I may drain you completely", I snarled.

"No", was her simple answer.

The effects of my solid meal were wearing off and my legs gave away suddenly. I sank onto my bed. She rolled her eyes and sat down beside me. "You're not going to feed, are you?", she asked, exasperated.

I shook my head, swallowing the saliva that pooled in my mouth because she was sitting so close. Oh darn, she noticed it and smiled. Had this girl seriously lost her mind? I guess my rejection had made her suicidal, because she slid closer to me. I swallowed again, surprised by how quickly it was filled up again. Oh please, Damien, don't do this to me, I mentally begged her, cringing away as she came closer.

"What's wrong?", she asked innocently.

"Nothing", I replied. I couldn't keep this up for long; I knew I would snap soon.

"Then why are you moving away from me?", she asked touching my hand.

"Uh..", I said, withdrawing my hand. Oh shoot! My fangs were extending!

DAMIEN'S POINT OF VIEW-

As he edged away, I saw his fangs extending. Now it would only be a matter of time. And I was in NO hurry. I would get what I wanted, just like always.

I closed in on my 'prey', as he ran out of space to move away from me. I gently leaned into him. Talon gasped and pushed me back. He couldn't even move me.

"Weakling", I chucked, not moving away.

Talon couldn't even speak, his fangs glistening with venom. I noticed how he was swallowing again and again. His salivary glands were working overtime. His breathing was ragged as I pressed him into the wall and leaned into him.

"Stubborn one, aren't ya", I whispered into his ear. I pulled out a pin from my pocket and pierced my wrist.

And that was it.

Talon's angel eyes glazed and he transformed into a different being. My wrist was crushed to his lips as he drew in my blood hungrily. I just lost myself in heaven. It was like living through the coldest day without any warmth and then to find lovely sunlight. Bliss would have been enjoyable, if it weren't for Talon's unhappy mind. He hated himself for doing that to me. And was going to kill himself through starvation. Too bad I had to ruin it.

My wrist didn't have enough blood for him and he eagerly pulled me into him. His teeth sank into my neck, where Dex and Stephanie had been bitten. It was then, that I lost track of time.

When I opened my eyes, Talon's were looking down at me anxiously. One look at his face and I knew, he was still thirsty. "Are you okay?", he said, his voice irritable. I nodded and held up my wrist again.

He scowled at me. I sighed. I had to think of something again. "What the hell is wrong with you?", he snapped. I glanced at his arm and saw that the wound had barely healed. Which meant he barely had any blood.

Now it was my turn to scowl at him. "Why didn't you drink a little more? I'd be fine", I sounded angry, like he had done something wrong.

"Please tell me you're kidding", he groaned.

"At least go to the blood bank", I suggested. He only shook his head and checked my vitals and sighed.

I looked at him, agonized, as he grabbed a knife and pulled it through the wound again. He pressed his arm into my mouth as the blood flowed in. His blood tasted amazing. I would have enjoyed more but I was trying to push his hand away. I easily succeeded since he was, now, weaker than ever.

"You'll be fine now", he said faintly.

I wondered why he was THIS weak. I mean he drank enough from me to make him feel a lot better. "Why are you still weak?", I demanded.

"I threw up all the blood", he admitted, looking like he would cry.

"You THREW up my blood?", I screamed, missing something.

"That's why I let you drink from me; so you wouldn't be affected. Vampire blood heals you fast. I …..loved your…blood, Damien", he mumbled awkwardly.

"Then why waste it?", I softened my tone, seeing how bad he felt for doing it.

"I don't want it. I don't need it", he whispered, his eyes closing as he laid down on the bed.

"Liar. I saw you, Talon. I saw how the smell of my blood made you go mad with need. Your mouth was watering like crazy. And I do mean, crazy, even for a blood-crazed vampire", I knew it was useless. He would resist with all his might now. And now, he was too weak to even feel the thirst.

He was suddenly unmoving beside me. It scared me out of my wits. I shook him hard, "Hey Talon, wake up. Wake up. Come on, please", I begged, nearing tears.

His lips moved slightly; he was speaking to me but he couldn't get out a sound.

He looked so vulnerable, so defenseless. I kissed him lightly on the lips, hoping we BOTH would forget that one. And I got up to get him help. I stopped at the doorway, looking back at Talon.

"Please be okay. Please. I can't live with myself if you got hurt", I said. Because I love you, I silently added, turning away.