Chapter nine-

Lies & intoxication~

Theme song: Getting away with murder By: Papa roach

Evangeline L. Arceneaux's POV.

I sat atop a huge oak tree staring down at Mystic Falls, he's followed me…he's been there…he hadn't aged a day! HOW? Was he the one who turned me? No…impossible. He couldn't have…he's supposed to be dead! DEAD! Why was he here now…he's been haunting me my whole life I guess. HE was the one so long ago when I was with Damon, he was the one shot me…he's the hunter who's been after me for so long. And he nearly got me.

I was over thinking this, as usual. Okay I've officially gone insane! Out of no where a set of leather covered arms grabbed my own pinning me upside down to the tree.

"Found ya." He said, surprisingly serious, as he held me upside down. I rolled my eyes but, being upside down and all, it was kind of hard.

"And you were looking for me?" I asked.

"Can you let me down?" He swung me upward. As he said, I was still tight in his grip.

"You're a liar." He stated, not really a question nor did he really mean for me to confirm it…just a statement.

"I've lied about many things. It's never bothered you before. Why suddenly just act now?" I asked him keeping my tone serious, the intent gaze in his eyes and the forcefulness of his grip told me he was determined for an answer and an honest one at that. I stood there waiting for him to continue, just because he wanted an honest and true answer didn't mean he would get one.

"Hate me if you want…love me if you can."

Damon Salvatore's POV.

Her eyes a perilous shadowy blue, they were like lakes with no reflection. This new shade of blue frustrated me and caused my resolve to grow steadily.

"Who?" I asked simply. No witty comeback this time, no, she narrowed her shady blue eyes almost glaring, but more of a stoic gaze. As she replied slowly and dangerously.

"Sometimes, secrets are better than the truth…" As she slipped away and I let her go. Two hours later she'd be back to her mischievous, cunning self and probably be drunk as hell and drowning her mind in the crimson drink.

"Hate me if you want…Love me if you can."

Evangeline L. Arceneaux's POV.

I dug my fangs into his flesh in the perfect spot controlling the entire blood system. The thirst had become an art and a passion. No vodka, no port, no scotch, no cocktail, no liquor, no mind intoxicating drink they serve at a bar could compare to the crimson elixir I felt such a desire to have tonight. Drowning all emotion in the crimson dyed river that streamed down my throat until the body fell limp and dry to the ground. I was mad…crazy.

Almost to the point where I instinctively grabbed another shot and downed it, "W00T!" I shouted as Damon stared at me in what I'd like to hope was awe, but was really quite closer to shock. I stared inattentively at the humans cynically as they waltzed around justifying their own drunkenness. Damn, that looks like fun! I grabbed Damon's arm and all but dragged him to the dance floor, but as I spun some random sexy guy caught me, he was smirking as he suddenly had a shot in his hand. Almost as if he'd manifested it. He smirked and said, "A drink for the sexy bitch?"

I smirked flirtatiously in return, as I took it suddenly Damon 'accidentally' threw it to the ground.

"Are you so drunk you can't realize the guy spiked your drink with vervain?" He hissed in my ear, I was baffled as I shrugged.

"Don't go all jealous on me." I commented smirking wildly as I leaned over and kissed him slipping my tongue in for a split second before I slipped back out from his grip and continued dancing.

"Damn…" I heard him mutter. I felt the need to laugh, so I did.

"You-" He began flabbergasted, but he then tightened his lips into a smirk.

"Your not winning this game." He hissed determined.

I laughed and said, "Yes, but…you want me to."

He truly had nothing to say to that. We danced and acted like idiots for another hour until I spotted my next victim. Maybe I was crazy…I didn't care! I felt irrational, I normally never drank blood in a thirst like this but the craving was something I didn't want to control tonight. I needed this. Even as the next victim struggled I punched him square in the jaw as he flew back, he lay unconscious…I needed to stop…I can't drink any more…it's not right…STOP! I shouted inside my head an ambivalent conflict. Dry…and with no second thoughts this time.

Waltzing back in I found myself grabbed aside by Damon.

"What now! Jeez, when did you become such a buzz kill?" I snapped.

He held me tight and then said, "When you decided to go and feast on ten guys."

I rolled my eyes, "Who are you to be lecturing me? I only feasted on two! And their fine!" I snapped angrily at the hypocrite. But he was right, something, was wrong with me, I and I suddenly became scared. Wh-What was wrong with me…

This wasn't me…something…what's- WRONG WITH ME?

I feel irrational so confrontational

To tell the truth again

I'm getting away with murder

And is it possible? To never tell the truth?

But the reality is I'm getting away with murder!