"You're a vampire now, you need to learn to be one" Damon said, eyes boring into her. He hesitated for a moment. Was he really going to do this? He knew that it would only lead to heart break, Elena had made her choice and Damon had agreed to a deal. He was supposed to leave town, but how could he when the girl he loved was falling to pieces? He sighed, knowing what he was going to do. "I'm going to teach you," he said calmly, pushing a stray hair behind her ear. This girl would be the death of him. He watched her as he eyes welled up with tears and she nodded her head to agree. He didn't think it would be that easy and her trust sparked hope in him, maybe she hadn't made her choice yet, maybe he still had a chance.

"Damon, I almost killed him, I wanted to kill him! I don't know how to do this, it's like I have no control over myself. When I'm angry, I'm murderous, when I'm sad, I'm suicidal. How can I get through this without becoming like….him?" Elena sobbed. She didn't mean to unload but with her emotions running rampant, she couldn't control it. Everything seemed like the end of the World to her, she hadn't even realized what she had said.

"Become like who Elena?" Damon asked, confused. She obviously wasn't talking about him, so who? Klaus? Elena would never be like Klaus, not even if she turned off her humanity.

"Stefan. Look what happened when he got a taste of human blood, he went insane. He killed people and enjoyed it! I can't become that," Elena yelled through her tears. She was so tired of crying and being so emotional but it was all getting to be too much. She didn't know how she would ever get used to this, but with Damon's help, she hoped that she could try to adjust.

Damon was shocked by her admission. She was worried about becoming like Stefan, her one true love. He wondered how long she's thought about that. He helped her search for Stefan for months while he was on his murderous rampage with Klaus and she still chose him, and now she's worried about becoming him. This was an opportunity that Damon could use to his advantage, but being the silent good guy he was, he would do what was right.

"Elena, the only reason Stefan was like that is because he never learned to control his blood lust. He only sees it as black and white, either drink too much or none at all. You can learn to control your blood lust, I know you can. I promise I will help you, if that's what you want," Damon looked at her, hoping that she wouldn't change her mind and that she would still want his help. He knew she could do this but she'd have to let go of all the guilt she carries.

"Stefan is not in control of anything. He is a rapid dog with a muzzle. He gave up on us so quickly, or did you forget that? Stefan is always just following someone else and I'm fucking tired of it. You were right, I want danger and passion. I want blood!" Elena hissed. Damon was taken aback by Elena's hostility for Stefan. She was obviously just reeling from her blood high, so Damon didn't read too far into her words, but deep down, he hoped they were true because he would give her everything and anything she wanted.

"Elena, you need to calm down. You've drank too much and your emotions are on high alert. I think it's time to take a walk, it's not safe for Jeremy if you stay here; you might hurt him," Damon said rationally. He hoped that would calm Elena down and make her a little easier to deal with, not that he wasn't enjoying this anger in her. Elena was always so concerned with everyone else's feelings that she hardly ever expressed her rage, except at Damon. It was a delightful change of pace that he wasn't being perceived as the bad guy here.

"Oh my God, you're right. I don't know what's wrong with me, I just, I can't seem to keep myself in check. I feel like I'm going to explode, everything feels like it's trying to escape my body all at once," Elena sighed, obviously calming at the thought of harming her brother. She suddenly realized Damon's closeness to her and that Matt's blood was drying in the corner of her mouth. She wasn't sure if she should move to clean off her face and ruin the moment her and Damon were having. She knew it was wrong but her entire body screamed at her to stay and revel in this intimate moment. Elena was the only one who got to see these rare moments with Damon and she didn't want to ruin it.

"Why don't you get cleaned up and I'll grab some clothes for you. You should stay with us for a while. If I'm going to teach you control, I think we should start in a house full of people you can't kill," Damon laughed uncomfortably. He saw that she was struggling with her moment with Damon. Since calming down, she must have realized that not only was Damon inches from her face, but she had basically trashed her boyfriend to his brother.

"Okay. I'm going to call Jeremy and let him know so he doesn't worry. Matt's okay, right?" Elena asked, suddenly concerned for Matt. She hadn't meant to hurt him, but with all the drama that had happened earlier and her rage towards Rebecca, she lost control. That's why she was accepting Damon's help, because he of all people would know how to teach her control. She knew that Stefan was trying to help, but how could he help her if he can barely help himself?

Just as Elena was about to move towards the skin to wash off her face and guilt, Damon grabbed her by the arm and brought his nose towards her nose. Elena panicked; worried that he would try to kiss her. Just as she was about to back away from him, his grip tightened.

"Elena, if it's danger and passion you want, you made the wrong choice. I would give that to you in a heartbeat, well if I had one," Damon laughed. His words made her uncomfortable because deep down she knew he was right. Stefan was the safe choice, the human choice. She wasn't expecting to spend an eternity as a teenager, so maybe the choice she made was the wrong one.

Sensing that his message had gotten across he sped up to Elena's room to pack her some clothes and leave her to think about what he had said. He knew that in order to teach her control, he was going to have to push her buttons a little and who knows; maybe she'd see things his way or at least he hoped and by the look on her face, he might not be that far off base.