Damon led Elena to town, behind the City Hall. Elena nervously looked toward's Damon for answers.

''Why are we here?'' She asked. ''I mean I don't even know if I can control this...urge. It could be dangerous.''

Damon smirked. ''You took on some little punk's, and you didn't kill them, didn't even try to attack. Most of us would have snapped thier neck's before they even tryed to enter the wood's.'' Damon said.

Elena smiled, but then she remembered something. ''But I have killed one person.'' Elena said, guilt covering her voice.

To Elena's suprise Damon didn't show her pity or try to make her feel better, he busted out laughing. ''Damon, it's not funny.'' Elena said, anger rising.

He stopped, then looked at her. ''Elena, you killed one person, one person doesn't match how many people you could have killed. It's not important.'' Damon explained. Elena understood what he was saying, but yet it was important to her.

''It's important to me,'' Elena hissed, as she was about to walk away, Damon caught her arm and pulled her against him. He leaned until his lip's were close to her ear.

''Now, you and I both know that I don't agree with the thing's that are important to you.'' Damon stated. Elena knew what those ''thing's'' were.

Damon released his hold and Elena backed away. ''You can't scare me anymore, Damon.'' She stated.

''I scared you ?'' He asked. ''Why?'' He questioned, now amused.

''Because...'' She started.

''Go on,'' He urged.

''Because you were dangerous, the opposite of Stefan. You didn't care to hurt my feelings for a while, Damon. Before you ever cared about me, you wanted to hurt me. And even though you care now. You still give me chill's.''

''So, you like me because I made you feel...alive or scared?'' He asked.

Elena smiled. ''No, because you make me feel free. But it's not the only reason why I like you, Damon.'' Elena said.

''Care to explain?'' He asked.

''It's a list. It's a long list of like's.'' Elena teased, Damon smirked. Elena then became aware of her surrounding's.

''Why are we here, really?'' She asked, getting back on subject.

Damon looked around, seeming to remember as well. ''Oh,'' He said. He grabbed Elena's hand and pulled her to the front of City Hall, now visiable to everyone. Damon let her go and stood in front of her.

''Vampire academy 101.'' Damon teased, they both smiled. ''First trick of the day; compulsion.'' He said as he strolled over to a girl who was walking along the sidewalk. The girl was tall, black haired, and brown blue eyed. He smiled and whispered something in her ear, she giggled, a high-pitched giggle. Elena tuned out, not wanting to listen to thier conversation, even if it was just an act, it wasn't for that girl. The expression's suddenly changed, the girl stopped smiling, she then walked stumbled away from Damon. Damon walked back toward's Elena.

''That's how you do it.'' He said. ''Well, that's how I do it. I think each vampire use's compulsion for thier own need's.'' He said.

''What's your way?'' Elena asked. Damon thought for a minute, but then he smirked.

''I tell them what they want to hear, sweet, simple, meaningless stuff that girl's like that want to hear. Then once I have them right where I want them, I cut it loose, and I don't do nicely.'' Damon said. Elena processed all of that imformation that he threw at her. Then something he said popped out.

''What do you mean ''girl's like that''?'' She questioned.

Damon looked at her. ''Believe it or not, each girl is different. Some girl's belong in group's. Like that girl belongs in a group with Caroline, the ''obsessed with self, oh, my gosh!'' group.'' He explained.

Elena glared, then it hit her interest. ''What group do I belong in?'' She asked.

''No group, your unique. You are special and better than any other girl.'' He said.

Elena smiled. Her and Damon both started leaning close, and thier lip's about met, until Elena stopped herself.

''Is that all for today?'' She asked, pulling away, not meeting his gaze.

''Yeah. It's gonna be dark soon, I should probably go hunt.'' He said.

''Yeah, me too,'' She said, fighting a ache in her throat, and she couldn't decide if that was hunger for blood or hunger for Damon.