Alison awoke wrapped neatly in Damon's arms. She was slightly dizzy from loosing blood, but happier than she had ever been before. He felt almost light headed with joy. It was his blood in her, she knew. He was lightly stroking the skin of her arm with his fingertips. They were curled on his couch in his small apartment near campus.
"Thank you." She murmured softly. She leaned over her to peer at her face.
"For what?" He questioned.
"For sharing with me." She said with a grin. He smiled.
"Anytime." He answered.
"So, now I have a question."
"Okay, and that is…" He wondered.
"How can I permanently become like this. Like you?" He sat up, pulling her with him.
"Like WHAT?" She felt the anger coursing through him, but didn't care.
"You, of course! I love you. You love me. We've shared blood. We will always be together." She said simply. He shook his head in disbelief
"That will not happen, sweetheart." He said firmly, "You have to die with my blood in you, and I will not kill you."
"Then I'll kill myself. I want to be with you. I've never fit in in the light, maybe I have a place in the dark." She said. He nearly shoved her off of him, but pulled her back as quickly as she left his arms.
"No! I won't listen to this." He said. She was hurt and felt tears welling up in her eyes.
"Fine, I'll just leave then." She heard the remorse in voice when he answered.
"No, love, please don't." But it was too late. She was out the door. In her anger, she didn't even look as she stepped into the parking lot. Horns blew at her from right in front of her. She whirled to the right and her face froze in surprise, then, all she knew was black.
The next thing Alison saw was still dark, but in was soft, suffocating dark. She felt around in the tiny space and realized she was zipped into a bag. So, she had died then. Good. She had become a vampire. Most people would have been terrified to realize that, she thought as she fumbled for the zipper, but instead decided to just rip the bag open. She leapt off the table and tried to sort out her thoughts. Immediately, Alison slipped back to her dorm and found a flowing, short, white dress. It seemed fitting. What do now? It made sense to go find Damon, so that was where she went, although her thoughts didn't really seem quite clear. They were slightly blurred by blind thirst, but she couldn't wait to see him.
She peered in the window and noticed his body thrown across his bed. He seemed to shake with sobs. This seemed wrong to her. Why was he crying? Shouldn't he have known she was full of his blood when she had been hit? Although, maybe he had never done this before. Maybe he didn't know how much she had filled herself with before leaving. Alison turned her body so she could hear better. A muffled noise came from him, and her heart gave a tiny squeeze. She pressed on the window, but found it wouldn't open. It was like the air was dense here, an impenetrable, invisible wall. She pressed, but couldn't force herself through.
"Of course. Vampire." She thought, "So how will I get in?" She jumped down from the tree outside his apartment and crossed her arms as she leaned against it. She could just go to the front door, but what if people had already been told about her death? She couldn't just waltz up to the front door and ask to come in to see her true love because otherwise she wouldn't be able to come in. Why not? Oh, because I'm immortally blood thirsty and dead, and it's against the laws of our nature to go anywhere we aren't invited. A tear of frustration formed in her eyes and she pressed it back. She just needed to see Damon. She needed to feel him. Alison climbed back up the tree and once again stared at the figure on the bed. He was no longer lying down, but now sat with his head in his hands. He was still sobbing, but it was almost moaning. He sounded so pained it hurt her. She didn't want to scare him by tapping on the window, but what else should she do? She watched a moment longer. He seemed to get angry. He stood up and was now shouting something at an invisible figure. She listened to what he was saying, but only picked up on some at first.
"You! You said this was the right way! The way it should be! You said when I fell in love, I'd change! I don't know what else to do! It's because of you she's dead! It's because of you! You took Elena before, but now you've taken the girl I truly love! Baby brother, what else is there for you to take? Take my life! Please! Without Alison, I have nothing to live for!" He raised something over his head and she realized it was a small tree branch, sharpened to a point. She gasped and pressed her hand to the window.
"Damon, no!" She shouted, then threw her hand over her mouth. He turned to the window and dropped the branch. At first he only stared, silent tears on his face. She stared back, unsure of what to say.
"Alison." He said under his breath as he rushed to her. He threw the window up, and wrapped his arms around her.
"Come here" he said, and she fell into his arms.