D is for Dangerous:

I walked into the Salvatore Boardinghouse and the sound of music met my ears. The sound came from the living room, where three girls stood dancing to the music. All of them had blood dripping from their necks. To my horror, one was currently in Damon's arms.

The smell of alcohol was strong and masked the metallic smell of blood. I walked closer to the scene and saw that Damon was feeding on the blond. Yet, she was completely calm. Actually, she was giggling in delight.

All of it made my stomach churn in fear. When I'd left home to search for Damon, I didn't think I'd find him in this state, and feeding off of girls nonetheless!

He'd removed his fangs from her neck and smiled down at her. "Do I taste good?" she slurred with a smile.

"I'll give you a six." He said with a bloody smile and continued to feed from her.

Okay, I'd had enough.

I walked over to the music player and unplugged it. Everyone reverted their eyes to me.

"What the hell, Damon!?" I shouted out of pure anger. His eyes were still red from feeding, but I didn't even flinch at his appearance.

"What?" he asked with annoyance apparent in his tone.

"I've been calling you nonstop for two days! I couldn't get here because I left my car here because you told me that you'd come get me yesterday!" I shouted in anger. "I was worried about you! And when I finally get here you're acting like_"

"Like what Elena? A monster? A vampire?' He asked getting just as mad as I was; not at all sorry for completely shutting me out. He dropped the blond from his hands and stalked over towards me as he spoke. "Well I'm sorry Elena for not going against my nature! For not being the man you want me to be because newsflash Elena, I'm not Stefan!"

"I never said that you had to be him! All I want is for you to take other people's lives into consideration!"

"For what? How am I supposed to do that if my sole purpose to be on this earth is to kill people?" He asked. We were so close that I could smell the blood on his breath. His fangs were still out and his eyes were as red as ever. "Whatever you want from me, you aren't going to get because this is who I am Elena, and I'm not gonna change anytime soon."

I didn't think, I just acted as I my hand collided with his face. I know I was stupid, that he could have killed me for doing it, but I didn't care. I was just pissed at the fact that he was acting like such a bastard.

He clenched his jaw in anger and his fists were clenched. He turned around and looked at me as the silence continued to ring through the air. His eyes swirled with anger like storm clouds warning for the storm to come.

But in this case, all hell was about to break loose.

"You need to leave." He said with his fangs bared. "Now."

I furrowed my eye brows and shook my head. "I don't know who you are anymore. Just when I thought there was hope of you changing, you go and-" A lump formed in my throat as the tears fell. These were tears of sorrow and anger, so I didn't know what exactly which one I was feeling the most of right then. "Go to hell, Damon." And with that, I spun on my heel and left the Boardinghouse with a slam of the door.

I started off walking, then I ran. When I was finally in the safety of my own bedroom I slid down against the door and cried my eyes out. I know it makes no sense as to why I did, but I just felt like doing so. I don't exactly remember how long it took me to get up and take a shower, but when I did, I cried in there to. After getting ready for bed, I jumped into my blankets and let sleep succumb me.

I know I wasn't sleep long. Well, maybe long enough for it to get dark, but when I woke up, my bedroom window was open.

"You were right." I shot up in bed and almost bumped heads with Damon. He sat at the edge of the bed looking at me. Any trace of this afternoon was gone. He looked exactly like he did two days ago.

I laid back down in bed and pulled the covers back over myself. "About what?" I mumbled.

"About what you said this afternoon. I need to stop being such a bastard and listen to you." He sighed and laid beside me in bed. I still wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of turning around to face him. He could for-get it.

"So." Was all I gave him in reply. Yes, I was being stubborn even though he was making a lousy attempt at apologizing, but I didn't care. I was still upset.

"So…" he sighed . "I'm sorry for making you upset and you know…ditching you." He leaned in and whispered in my ear. "And if it makes you feel better I'll stop."

He didn't have to say it, but I knew what he meant. Finally, after battling common sense and friendship mentally, I turned around to meet his blue eyed gaze.

"Apology accepted." I said with a smile.

He smirked and laid back down on his back. "Good, because I couldn't take one more second of the guilt you made me feel after you left."

"What about those girls ?"

"Them? Their dead." I shot up in bed and looked at him. He chuckled at the alarmed look on my face. "Oh relax, I didn't kill them. Geez, give me some credit. I took them home." I sighed in relief and laid back down beside him.

"Good, just promise me it won't happen again." I said leaning my head closer to his chest and nestled it between his peck and his bicep. "Because if you do, I won't be your friend anymore."

"And what makes you think that that has any effect on me?" he asked. I gave him a look that said 'Don't test me.' "Okay."

I let my eyes flutter close and let his warmth consume me. I laid that way for a few minutes and them felt the deep shaking coming from him.

"You're face though." He laughed. I elbowed him in his side. "Ow!"

"Damon, do me a favor?" I said with a sickly sweet tone.

"Okay what?"

"Shut up."

I'm still debating on whether I like this chapter or not. In my opinion though, it seemed a bit shorter, no?

Anyways, enjoy this and review!