My eyes flutter open. Its still dark outside, with no sign of sun rise. Why am i awake? There's a knock on my door. I'm starting to get sick of being woken up. I groan inwardly as i head for the door. 'What.' I say bluntly as i crack the door open. When i look up; its Damon. 'ugh' I roll my eyes, and close the door in his face; at least i try to. His hand is keeping it open. 'Seriously Damon its like 3 in the morning, what the fuck do you want?' i ask him. 'Just... let me come in and ill explain.' He presses on the door but i push back, keeping it only ajar. 'No way Damon. That's the last thing i want right now.' 'Eleanor, can you shove your ego up your ass for a moment and hear me out?' he snaps. I fling the door open and glare at him. 'You think thats a good way to get me to listen to you, huh? You need a brain scan.' I give him as much sass as possible. He opens his mouth but closes it again suddenly. 'Look, I'm not going to apologise because quite frankly, I'm not sorry for what happened a few hours ago...' he begins. I snort at him. 'But, whether you believe it or not, i actually dont want you to starve. its part of my job description.' I roll my eyes. I'm not buying it. 'Eleanor, let me in.' He says seriously, looking down at me. As if i was being forced against my will by a ghost, i let him push open the door. He walks into the middle of my room before turning to me. 'Do you want to starve?' He asks me simply. 'what?' 'Okay. let's try a simpler question. Do you want to leave here?' 'After the shit that's happened, I'm not sure anymore.' I say. Its the truth; i really dont know if i want to stay. All i know is I'm hungry and i need to feed. 'You haven't fed in at least three days. I am here to offer you a short term, yet potentially lifesaving alternative to starvation.' I frown at him suspiciously. 'I'm listening...' he seems like he is really trying to help. 'I drink animal blood to survive now right? Which means; the blood i drink sustains me, and gives me what i need to stay alive. My body processes it and lets the nutrients absorb into my blood.' I nod, following. 'My blood is nutrient rich enough to keep me alive. If you were to drink it, theoretically, it should be enough to sustain you...' I instantly stop him. 'No. Absolutely not. Not happening.' 'Don't you get it? Its basically like I've done the hard work for you, I've processed what i needed and kept it; it runs in my veins. It should be enough for you.' 'Damon, you are the last person i want to drink from. Even if you were the last human on earth, i still wouldn't drink from you.' Okay that was probably a little too harsh... 'Then you either starve, or you leave. Choice is yours. But i doubt Sierra will leave with you. She thoroughly enjoys it here.' 'Are you trying to guilt trip me Damon?' i glare at him. He sighs and then shrugs. 'Fine. Do whatever you want. I was just trying to help.' He heads for the door. I've never heard of being able to feed of other vampires before. Its always been humans, or animals. But vampires? I mean, what he's saying makes sense theoretically, but do i want to try it? This could be another of his games... Blood sharing is supposed to be sacred, but i dont really care. I dont want to leave; I've only been here a few days. But i also dont want to starve. what harm could it do... 'Wait.' I call to him just before he leaves. He looks at me curiously. 'I mean, i guess what youre saying makes sense; even though I've never heard of it working in al my 600 plus years. But, there's no way I'm doing this with you...' i gesture towards him. He snorts at me. 'Good luck finding someone who is willing to do this for you, who doesn't find the whole thing sacred and holy.' I frown. 'Stefan would.' I know he would... He glares at me. 'Stefan would also fall in love with you afterwards, after sharing that "bond"...' He says angrily. He's probably right. I suspect Stefan already has feelings for me, and i dont think i want that to go any further. Plus, sierra and i only just made up, id hate to start another war. I really dont think i want to do this with Damon either... I sigh. 'Okay, okay. But this is because I'm desperate. And it means nothing...' He holds up his hand to stop me. 'Duly noted.' He swings the door shut behind him, and walks towards me. My heart begins to pound, i dont know why I'm starting to get nervous. its not like you like him, youre just feeding, he is your prey... I tell myself over and over. 'So, how is this supposed to work?' i ask him. I flex my arms, trying to mentally prepare myself. He looks at me blankly. 'How do you think this is supposed to work? Drink...' he says, pointing simply to his neck. I look at it, quickly determining which veins are which. 'This isn't going to work like this...' i bite the bullet and grab his arms, pulling him to sit on the edge of my bed. He looks at me strangely, but obliges with little struggle. I sit beside him. 'Okay this is super weird and all, and i really dont think...' 'Stop talking already.' He says hastily. I push everything I'm thinking and feeling aside, i have to stop caring about what this is supposed to mean; he doesn't, neither should i. I let my fangs slide through gums as i shuffle closer to him. He doesn't look at me, instead twisting his body so i have better access to his neck. I move in, but my body forces me back before i get close enough to bite. 'Wait, cant you just, bleed into a glass or something?' His head snaps towards me, frowning. 'Eleanor...' 'Okay okay...' i take a deep breath and lean in again. His scent overwhelms me, the smell of wood and citrus; he either has really great shampoo or a good quality aftershave. I visually line up my bite, avoiding the big veins that would cause him to bleed to death if he was human. Even as a vampire, itd probably cause him to pass out if he lost too much blood. Get it over and done with Eleanor... I bite, my fangs sinking deep into his neck. I feel him breathe in quickly as he tenses; he mustn't be used to being bitten. His hand grips my thigh. He's an asshole; of course he wouldn't be... Blood flows into my mouth, and it doesn't taste bad. I take mouthful after mouthful, relishing the relief of finally feeding. He is my prey. I let my instincts take over, plunging my fangs deeper into his neck. More blood pours into my mouth, and i keep drinking. I never want to stop. His hold tightens around my leg, almost causing me pain. I withdraw my fangs for half a second, before shifting slightly and biting down again. It feels good. Really good. Part of me wants to just strip him naked and bite him all over. What am i saying?! Damon groans deep in his throat, and in an instant, his hand is around the back of my neck pulling me backwards. My body begs me to stay latched on, but Damon has his way. My cells scream, telling me to keep feeding. He pulls me back just far enough to look at me. 'Enough.' He says simply. As my body begins to let my brain regain control, i begin to feel slightly dizzy. I bring my hand to my mouth, wiping it clean. My eyes try to focus on the mess I've made of his, but its a blur. His neck is bloody, and its dripped onto his t-shirt. What is happening... Then it clicks. 'How much have you had to drink tonight Damon...' i mumble, trying to speak clearly. 'Nowhere near as much as i should have...' He says bluntly, before removing his shirt in front of me. 'What the hell are you doing?' i ask him. I try to regain my footing, but stumble like a drunk. He wipes his shirt against his neck, smearing the blood. I rub my head. 'There is so much alcohol Damon...' He snorts. I blink furiously to focus my vision. I nearly faint there and then. He is built, each muscle expertly chiselled. He is super fit, and super attractive. No Eleanor, stop... 'Damon, you should've told me you were drunk!' i splutter. 'I'm not drunk. Its had no effect on me.' 'well it has on me...' the world starts tilting around me. I've never been so drunk before. Of course he'd leave out that important detail... He begins to head for the door. 'wait, you cant leave like that!' i say, standing quickly. I feel myself begin to sway, and i grab hold of one of the posters of my bed to keep myself upright. 'I will leave however i want. It will be less weird if i leave like this than if i leave with a shirt covered in blood.' He continues to the door. 'Damon.' He looks at me. 'Thanks' i say, feeling thoroughly full. He nods once, and then disappears. What the hell did i just do...?