Note#1: This chapter takes place after the events of TVD episode 14, so everyone is distraught, particularly Damon.

Note#2: Blair, however, is undergoing her transformation into a vampire, so Damon locked her in his room.

Chapter 7: Stefan was tired, he felt tired. Last night, had been a disaster. Katherine's tomb, had been open, but Katherine herself, wasn't there. She never really had loved either of the Salvatore brothers. And since what felt was over a hundred years, Stefan felt a silent sympathy for his older brother. He heard loud bangs from Damon's room. Stefan's forehead creased. Damon wasn't in his room; in fact he wasn't at the house. And no one else was in the house. Well, at least that was what he thought. He walked up to the room, and twisted the doorknob. It was locked. The loud noises were deafening and Stefan had to get into the room. As he searched frantically for the keys, there was a knock on the door. Stefan frowned, rushing to open the door. He did so, and looked at the intruding visitor.

"Elena," he said. Elena smiled, but then frowned when the sound came to her ears.

"What's that?" she asked, slightly frightened.

"It's coming from Damon's room, but I can't get in..." Stefan's eyes widened slightly, as he heard the room door burst open. Elena held her breath, and grasped Stefan's hand. A girl raced down the steps. She was crying, but she also looked bloodshot and angry. Stefan felt himself fall open beneath him. Not only did he have to deal with the events of last night, but now he had to deal with a girl who was undergoing the vampire transformation. Why had Damon, done this? Why? Elena was shivering, looking at Blair.

"Help me," Blair said falling into Stefan. Elena put a hand on her shoulder. Blair shook it off, sniffing at Elena, as if she was a piece of meat. Stefan pushed Blair away, slightly.

"Blair you don't have to make that choice," he said softly, motioning Elena to leave. Elena nodded and fled quickly.

"Yes, I do," she screeched, clutching her throat dramatically. "I have to! I don't want to die! And you made the choice, so why shouldn't I! I matter to, you know!"

"Shhh, but you see it was a bad choice that I made. If you do, you have to realize that humans are not to be played with, they are not our food, or they are not our kill."

"How do you get your strength then?"

"Animal blood." Blair smirked at him,

"Ha! You don't get enough strength. You're weak!"

"I have killed enough vampires to prove that I'm not as weak as you seem to believe."

"Liar!" she yelled, running out of his grasp. Stefan rushed after her.

"Blair!" he cried, as she ran out into the night. Stefan looked around and grabbed his cell phone, dialing the only number he believed which could save Blair.

Blair was running quickly. She was often out of breath, but she wasn't going to die. She felt sick, very sick. She felt as if she wanted to die, but she wouldn't let up. She was going to find human blood. She needed a fair chance, especially if Stefan Salvatore got one. And he had made that choice and drank human blood, for perhaps the first and last time in his case. But he still had. She looked around and saw Elena walking towards home. There was no one there. Might as well as make the attack now. But before she could do anything, she felt two arms lift her up and carry her away. She was too groggy to look up to see who it was. That was it then, she was going to die. The person dumped her in front of a person who had been attacked by a vampire. The marks were on his neck and the blood was dripping. Blair stared at him, her heart fluttering.

Do it, Blair, a voice blurted out through her. But it's not right...another voice seemed to say. How could she have these last minute thoughts? This was her life; it wasn't like she was doing this for the fun of it.

"What are you waiting for?" a voice above her asked. She looked up. Damon Salvatore stood over her. He looked tired and angry. Blair felt a hot tear come down her cheek, but she wiped it off. Then she shook herself, a small smile creeping up the corner of her lips, as she went over to the human blood. She had made her choice.