Sonya woke up suddenly, the smell of something burning filling her nose, as she looked down her hand was in the sun, and it was smoking.

"Ow!" she yelled painfully.

She rubbed the back of her hand and looked at the clock. It was 5:30 a.m.

When she walked downstairs Stefan was in the parlor, a glass of blood in his hand.

"Morning, blood boy." Sonya said, plopping down in the chair.

Stefan looked down at her as she swung her legs over the arm of the chair she was in.

"Damon told you I take it," Stefan shrugged. "Well it doesn't really matter it's just blood and I'm not killing people for it. Here, I'm finished with this."

Stefan turned the glass to Sonya, holding it out.

Sonya stared at the glass for a long moment, only breaking eye contact with the glass when Stefan jiggled it slightly.

"Sonya... you okay?" Stefan asked, furrowing his brow.

"Yeah sure, I'm good," Sonya replied, shaking her head to clear her mind. "It's just... That I haven't... I haven't had human blood in over ten years, that's all."

Stefan looked at her, a smile slowly appearing on his face.

"So you've picked up my diet." Stefan said smugly.

Sonya glared at him, her eyes darkening.

"Don't make me hurt you Stefan." Sonya said normally.

Stefan laughed loudly, before he could stop Sonya was on top of him bearing her teeth and growling at him fiercely.

"Stefan... I told you not to make me hurt you! Because I will and you damned well know it," Sonya's eyes turned back to normal and her fangs returned back to their human appearance. "Sorry... I think I need to eat something."

Stefan held up the glass again, not breaking eye contact with her just to be on the safe side.

Sonya looked at the glass then back to Stefan at least three times before snatching it out of his hand and standing back up where she was before she pounced on him.

"What is one drink going to do? Ruin over ten years of self control? Bah." Sonya said holding up the glass.

She held it there in front of her chest for a few moments, looking down at it with a mixture of hunger, sadness and disappointment in her eyes before throwing it back in one drink. Closing her eyes as the thickness of the blood slid down her throat, one tear escaping from her eye.

"Sonya? Stefan? Where are you guys?" Damon hollered from up stairs.

Sonya quickly handed the empty glass back to Stefan before Damon could see her with it. She didn't want to seem weak in front of him, seeing as she was over 800 years older than him; she was supposed to be strong. It was just who she was.

"Ah there you two are. Stefan aren't you going to be late for school?" Damon asked looking at the two of them with a smile on his face.

Stefan rolled his eyes as he stood up and placed the glass on the table next to him.

"See you later Sonya." Stefan said with a nod and a smirk.

Before he left he gave Damon a glare, his eyes burning into Damon's and Damon's burning into his back.

As Stefan headed for the door, Sonya flitted her fingers at him with a smile. Then glaring at Damon as the door closed.

"Hey what are you glaring at me for? What did I do?" Damon asked with a mock expression of shock in his face.

Sonya rolled her eyes at him, standing up to see Damon's face five inches from her own.

"You can be kind of an ass to your brother Damon. Maybe forty to fifty years ago it would have been very sexy. But... alas, it is not so sexy anymore." Sonya said with a soft smile, her eyes showing something which Damon could not place.

Damon stared into her eyes for what seemed like an hour, when in reality it had only been two minutes before shrugging and turning to walk away.

"I know I'm such a horrible person. Blah blah blah; I do remember you being just the same to my brother when you had first met him." Damon said with a cocky smile.

"Damon... I was yours, so of course I was testy with your brother. Especially after you told me how he was the reason you took the final stage in becoming a vampire." Sonya said blocking his path, her eyes now focused on him.

Damon just stared into her eyes again, he couldn't help but stare at them, because they were a remarkable bright green color with what looked like specs of gold and violet in them and always seemed to bore right into him. Like she was seeing the person he once was and sometimes let come out to play.