DPOV

I felt Elena's blood tingle on my tongue and lips. My canines had begun to extend. I dashed upstairs and into my bedroom where I tried to focus on anything but Elena's sweet, exotic, addictive...

No!

Ok, all I need to do is think of something else.

I grabbed a piece of paper and began to write.

Ok. Dear Temporary Diary/Random Piece Of Paper.

I just tasted Elena's blood for the first time. I feel out of control. It's all I can think about. However, I need to talk about Elena to you. If I do, then maybe I can calm down. She's all I can think about. She's in my best dreams and my worst nightmares. Such as the nightmare I had last night. I lied to Elena. I do remember what my dream was about. I dreamt that Stefan (as odd to you as this may sound) had gone bad. In fact, not just bad, but BAD, BAD. As in evil. I remember just seeing Elena walk up to him, and she kissed him and everything was fine and dandy and whatever, but then it was like in a flash and Elena was screaming as Stefan was sucking her dry. And worse still, despite being a vampire, it was one of those stupid dreams where no matter how hard you try, you can never move fast enough, you can't see properly, you can only try, you can only fail... The very worst part, the part burned so vividly into my mind, was Elena, lying dead in Stefan's blood soaked arms. Then, I was woken up by an angel. Elena.

Somewhere, in the middle of my writing, my canines retracted to normal size. It felt so good to get out my feelings that I didn't want to get rid of that paper. So I folded it, and stuffed it under the bed.

EPOV

As I scraped the bowl one last time to get up all the sweet milk, I felt a bit selfish. Here I was, eating cereal and wearing pyjamas, and Stefan was out there now, probably sleeping under some sort of bush to get away from the sun.

To calm myself down, I went upstairs into the shower.

I felt the hot water run down my back, relaxing all my tense muscles and easing my stress. It was at that moment I remembered that I'd just left home in the middle of the night, with no sort of note to say where I'd gone. For all Jenna knew, I could have been abducted.

After thoroughly shampooing and conditioning my hair, I climbed out of the shower and dried myself. As I reached for my clothes, I noticed a card.

Thought you might have wanted something a little cleaner?

-D

I looked at the neatly folded pile of clothes, and discovered that instead of the skimpy clothes I'd expected Damon to leave me, there was a decent t-shirt, some jeans, (and embarrassingly) a thong and a matching lacy bra. The only downside was that it was all black.

I got changed, making a mental note to thank Damon later, and checked my phone.

There were 34 missed messages and 12 missed phone calls.

I sent a quick reply.

Sorry for leaving so early. I'm staying at Stefan's for a few days.

Then I put down my phone and walked over to Damon's room.

DPOV

I heard I quiet knock at my door.

"Come in."

"Hey, Damon. I just came in to thank you for putting out the clothes for me. Thanks for giving me something decent..."

"No problem." I replied.

"Okay, well, thanks." Elena said, then turned slowly and left the room.

Awkward much...