PEOPLE SHOULD TASTE DIFFERENT RIGHT? DEPENDING ON DIET AND PERHAPS ATTRACTIVENESS...
RANDOM WORD: CRAVED
Damon inwardly cursed. That was the third time this week he couldn't complete a feed. Every time he started to drink from some compulsed woman he thought about Bonnie and every time he thought about Bonnie he thought about her blood.
Her blood had been the most delicious thing he had tasted since he turned and when he thought about that while feeding it was like thinking about Filet Mignon while eating beef jerky. His stomach lurched.
"Damn her." He mumbled as the came into the house tossing his jacket on the sofa as he went.
"Uh! Gross!" He heard a feminine shriek and turned to find Bonnie dumping his jacket on the floor and wiping her face. "That had better not be blood! Is that freakin' blood?"
"It's rain. Calm down." He snatched his jacket from the floor and laid it back on the couch. "What are you doing here anyway, Bonnie?"
"My dad's out of town and Elena's with Stefan and..." She trailed off and suddenly seemed to find her own feet fascinating.
"You're scared to be alone?"
"No!" She seemed to sag with defeat. "A little."
She looked at him waiting for the mean jokes to start.
"Well," he grabbed his jacket. "You can't sleep here. Come on I'm sure we can figure something out."
"Seriously? Wait, I'm not sleeping with you." She crossed her arms and stood defiantly at the foot of the stairs.
"You do know this was a boarding house with like, several rooms?"
"No doubt with secret doors so you can drain me in the night." She mumbled as she followed him up the stairs.
"Not on your first visit."
REVIEW: DRAIN ME AT YOU LEISURE YOU SEXY VAMP YOU!