He considered briefly. He'd been trying to figure out a way to thank Alice for helping him find Elena. Humans offered their blood to vampires when they wanted to express, why couldn't he?

Having made up his mind, he walked out of the bathroom, not releasing his hold on Alice's waist. She just squeezed her eyes shut and looked like she was trying to make her features go back to normal. A vampire couldn't actually tell when they'd transformed until their canines extended. But he knew that there was no way a vampire facing bloodlust was going to be able to go back to normal unless one of two things happen. Option one, their gotten away from the blood and given time to calm down. Option two, you satisfy it. He was doing the latter. Pausing at the counter to compel the cashier into not remembering his and Alice being there and being totally shocked when he found two dead bodies in the women's bathroom tomorrow.

Happy with his work and glad he'd remembered to grab Alice's duffle bag upon leaving the bathroom, he walked out into the afternoon sunlight. He knew that if he let her go, Alice would flee so she wouldn't risk giving in to her bloodlust. Which is exactly why he didn't let go of her as he put her duffle bag in the trunk and still didn't release her until he'd got them both in the car and locked the doors. He'd placed her in the passenger's side and he'd gotten behind the wheel, but he had no intentions of driving.

Instead, he leaned over towards her, something that wasn't difficult seeing as the interior of the car wasn't exactly roomy. He arched his neck, sliding the blade of the pocketknife he carried on his hip under the edge of the wound and opening it further, causing even more blood to run down his neck and into the silk of his black dress shirt.

"No." She said the word immediately and vehemently, shaking her head and trying to get away from the bleeding vampire in front of her.

"Yes. It's the least I can do considering what you're doing for me." He argued, trying to ignore the vulnerability he felt at exposing his neck the way so many women had done for him. He felt… exposed.

"This is not who I am. I feed off of animals and animals alone. This would be going against everything Carlisle ever taught me and my family. After everything he's done for me, I would never betray him that way." She said, still trying to force herself farther away from him.

"I am not human. You are at no risk of killing me or even hurting me, Alice. Do it." He spoke the last two words with enough force to make her flinch.

Her eyes grazed over his neck, at the blood she didn't know if she could resist much longer. She shook her head again, trembling in fear. Fear of herself. Fear of how tempting the sweet smelling red liquid in front of her was.

"Alice." That was the one word that did it. Spoken so seductively, so coaxingly. Just soft enough to sound hoarse and raspy, the kind of tone that sent shivers down her spine. She turned towards him, looking longingly at his neck. He was leaning over the console and very much within her reach.

"You don't know what you're getting into…" She tried to say, but her mind had already went cloudy as her eyes focused on Damon's blood.

"Yes I do." He said, putting his hand behind her head and pulling her forward.

She opened her mouth against the wound and began drinking his blood. She would never be able to find words to describe the feeling of, after so long living off of deer and other wild animals, the taste of blood that was not human, but still more delicious than she could have ever imagined. She put her hands in his hair, pulling him tightly to her, acting on habit and instinct. She could feel their hearts beating together, seeing as they'd both picked up the habit of breathing like a human would. She could feel the softness of his hair between her clenched fingers.

Suddenly their minds began to pull together, a natural side effect of a vampire drinking a human's - or in this case, a vampire's - blood.

She saw images in Damon's mind flash before her too fast to follow, and knew her mind would probably be the same to him. This wasn't quite as smooth of a process because they were both vampires, but it was the same concept. She saw one set of images totally walled off, and trying to edge around the wall got her nowhere.

She didn't know how long she had been feeding on Damon's blood when she opened her eyes. Well, their position had certainly changed.

She had her hands braced against his shoulders and had pushed him back against the driver's side door, never letting go of his neck. When she finally managed to break away from the blood flowing from the cut in that sensitive area just between his neck and his shoulder, she looked up into the blood red eyes of Damon. She knew that hers know matched his in their color. He was breathing heavily and his hair was wild and astray. Their faces were no more that about an inch and a half apart, their breath mingling with each others. You could cut the tension between us with a knife, Alice thought wildly. Her hands were still on his shoulders and he had one hand wound through her hair and his other hand on the back of her neck. When she realized that they were both leaning forward by mere millimeters, she forced herself to pull back from him. He blinked a couple of times as if in shock of what had just almost happened as she leaned away from him, back into the passenger's side. Minutes later, they were still silent and still breathless.

"Y-you should not have let me do that." She choked.

"Yes I should have." He replied evenly, meeting her eyes.

"Thank you for, um…" She tried to figure out how to finish the sentence. Thank you for letting me drink your blood sounded just a little bit too weird.

"You're welcome." He said, obviously understanding the unspoken rest of her sentence.

And, in spite of what had just happened, the drive to Georgia wasn't even awkward. But Alice also noticed there was a tension that wasn't there before. The thing that frightened her was what kind of tension it was.

"You alone are what my soul needs, you know the thirst is taking over. Hardly breathe, I'm in urgent need, you know the thirst is taking over."

~Skillet