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Elena's POV

Blood. That's all I think about every second of every day. Well at least every second since I've been turned. Which was last night. Drinking Matt's blood was like eating ice cream on a hot summer day. It was refreshing. It was the key to opening a whole new world. The taste of it ran through my veins, and I could honestly say I loved every second of it. But right now, all that's left is craving. Especially now, since I'm at mystic grill surrounded by tons of human's with blood pumping through their veins.

"What are you doing here Elena?"

I turned around. It was Stefan. "What do you mean?"

"I mean why are you tempting yourself. There are tons of ways to get self control Elena, but this isn't the way to do it."

"Why not? I'm going to have to be around people. What better way to get control?"

"You might say that, but the next thing you know, you'd be going around, human to human draining them of their blood."

"I'm not a bloodaholic Stefan. I'm not you." That was harsh. Too Harsh. I didn't mean it. But I'm not in the mood to apologize.

"Fine. I'm going to go. You coming?"

I looked in the other direction. I heard his footsteps fading away. He wasn't like Damon, he wouldn't force you to do things his way. He listens to me. Or not. Footsteps came back. Gee. Thanks Stefan. Thanks for being a Damon.

"I thought you left."

"What are you taking about?" The person behind me said. Oh. It wasn't Stefan. I turned around. Great! It's the other vampire I'm avoiding.

"Sorry. Thought you were Stefan."

"Do I look like him? Anyways, what are you doing here?"

"I can't just hang out with vampires right?"

"Well being around this many humans, don't you have an urge to feed?"

"No. But don't tempt me."

He flashed his signature mischievous looking sideways smile. I smile back. But the make of my mind was focused on something else. On the other side of the bar, this waitress drops a bottle, when picking up the pieces her hand slips and gets cut by the glass. "Ow!" she said. At her wound, blood keeps coming out…

My five senses are screaming at me. Drink it! Drink it! What are you waiting for? Drink it! My attention returns to Damon. His smile vanishes, and his face turns tense. He knows I smell the blood. I feel my teeth sharpen on both sides, turning into fangs. The muscles in my body are filled with desire to get across the room in the next second.

As I begin to move, I feel something push me towards the other direction. It's Damon. In a second I was out the door. "What the hell!" I'm kicking, slapping, and squirming, but nothing worked. I'm still moving in the opposite direction of the blood. As the door of the mystic grill closes, the smell of blood vanishes, along with the hunger and desire. I feel my fangs disappear, along with the other vampire features. Damon loosens his grip around me, and looks me in the eyes.

I'm so ashamed. All I could say was "close call." Luckily, he didn't push it.

Damon's POV

Being a vampire's hard. I get it. Unfortunately I am one. I look to my left. Elena. She looks pale. Her mind is probably miles away, trying to process what happened. I feel sorry for her.

"Elena. Look. You just became a vampire. I wasn't your fault. Everyone would've had the same reaction if they just turned." Those words were only met with silence. She didn't reply. I give up. I turn my attention back on the road. My only plan right now was to drive back home, and give Elena some blood, from a blood bag, of course, not from a human. I don't think her humanity can take it, drinking from an innocent human being.

After a while of silence, she finally started talking. "Even if it wasn't my fault. It doesn't make it okay. She's innocent. I could've killed her if you weren't there."

"Let's just say luckily Damon was there to save Elena, and call it a day huh?" I glanced at Elena.

"Damon, I'm serious. I need more control. Or you should just lock me up like what you did with Stefan."

"No. You just lost control once. Won't be a problem now because I'm going to teach you some control."

"You?" Elena said in a doubtful tone.

"Hey! I have way more control then Stefan okay?"

"Fair enough."

Elena's POV

Damon Salvatore is my teacher. Even saying that makes me want to laugh. But in all fairness, he's better at controlling his blood lust then me. Actually he's way better at this then Stefan. He should be teaching both of us this, but I rather have a one on one lesson.

"We're home. Home sweet home." Damon said.

Great! I thought as I followed him into his basement.

"Here. Drink it! That way you wont be as tempted when you see blood."

I eagerly ripped open the blood bag. My vampire features returned just as eagerly. I put the blood bag close to my lips, and drank. Ugh. Yeah. Blood is way better fresh. But unless Matt or someone else is willing to lend me a vein every time I'm hungry I don't think that's an option. Within seconds, the blood in my blood bag was gone. I wiped my mouth and turned around to face Damon again.

"So, Mr. Salvatore. Ready to teach me my first lesson?"

"Yeah. One second. Wait here." As the door closed behind him, I was left in a small dark room. But across from where I was, was the fridge the Salvatore's kept their blood supply. In my opinion, this was like a glow in the dark treasure chess waiting to be opened and enjoyed. But to Damon, this was probably like Pandora's box waiting to be opened and release all the imaginable nightmares along with every ounce of hope.

I went with my first instinct. I opened the fridge, and I took out a blood bag. I went through them like they were chips, drinking them one after another, non-stop. By the time Damon got back, I was on my fifth blood bag.

"What the hell! Elena! Crap! Forgot that the blood bags were in here." It was Damon. He tried taking the blood bag out of my hands. I fought back. This time, it was different. I was full. I had enough strength to beat him. Within seconds Damon was on the ground.

I focused all my attention to the blood bag. There was a noise in the background, as I turned around, I felt different. Every small move I made I felt less like me. The next thing I knew, I blacked out.

Author's note: Hope you like this chapter! It didn't take me as long to post, because I had an idea, and I just kept writing. I would like to thank Lizardkingsgirl for following this story. And again, please review! If you have any good idea's please tell me. And PLEASE, I really want to know what you think about this story! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! PRETTY PLEASE? :p

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