The Five Part II

Arabella was dressed in a tight black dress that hardly let her breathe, but Bonnie insisted that it looked smoking on her. Bonnie looked equally sexy as well it a short, black halter dress, and Damon had changed into a black jacket with a top hot.

They opened the doors of the sorority house and a blond guy sipping a drink greeted them. "Hey, Frankie unassuming serial killer."

"I'm Jack," Damon gestured to Bonnie and Arabella. "And these are the lovely ladies that I just rippered."

Frankie nodded. "Good, enjoy yourselves, free bloody Mary's until 12."

"Walla hats off to these idiots," Damon murmured as he looked up the stairs and saw Professor Shane. "Well, there's professor creepy.

"Proffer Shane." Bonnie corrected in annoyance. "And he is not creepy. I'm going to go talk to him."

"You do that," Damon whispered in Arabella's ear as she looked at the people dancing. Most of them were covered in fake blood. "Pick one."

Arabella narrowed her eyes as she looked at the crowd, she finally focused on someone with orange hair. "I found one."

"Red head. Nice. You know what to do,"

Arabella put on her best smile and walked towards the guy. She bumped towards him and gave an exaggerated pout. "I'm sorry, want to go get a drink?"

The boy gave her a dumb look as he nodded. "Sure." He followed Arabella to the basement, where she pressed him against the wall. Her eyes narrowed as she hissed at him. "Listen to me, you're not going to make a sound. You're going to stay here until I'm finish with you." She digged her fangs against his heck and started drinking his delicious blood.

"Bella, the key is not to kill him." Damon said. "Bella." He said a little bit more sharply.

"Fine," Arabella said with an annoyed look as she told him to leave. She looked at Damon and said with a smile. "Who do we eat next?"

Arabella could hear the music playing at top speed and she could swear that she hadn't stopped smiling since the party had begun. Damon and her were dancing while at the same time feeding off the neck from some girl. "Don't scream this isn't going to hurt."

She smiled at Damon as she pulled away and Damon smiled back as he went towards her and they started dancing. Arabella could feel his smooth fingers around the swell of her hips. She smiled when she felt him kissing her neck and then her lower lip.

"Bella?"

Arabella's eyes opened and she turned around, she saw Bonnie there looking at her with a hurt expression on her face. Something inside her snapped as she looked guilty at all the blood on her body. "I have to go," she told Bonnie. "I have to go now."

Arabella left the party, her heart racing and her thoughts were all over the place as she tried to get herself to calm down. What the hell was wrong with her? She looked down and saw that her clothes and hands were still covered in blood. She let out a choked sound, she felt sick to her stomach. "What's wrong with me?" She asked Bonnie. "Why am I acting like this?"

"Because Damon told you to," Bonnie said glumly. "And everything he says he makes it sound like a good idea."

Damon cleared his throat as he followed the two girls outside. "I'm guessing we should hit the road."

Bonnie narrowed her eyes at him as she went towards him. "You were supposed to help her and you let her get completely under control."

"Stop exaggerating," Damon snapped. "She was having fun."

"This isn't fun; she's acting like a completely different person."

"She is a different person," Damon said. "She's a hybrid. She's the top species."

"Is that what you want?" Bonnie asked ironically. "For her to be like you?"

"She already is like me," Damon said. "And you know how I prevented becoming a ripper like my brother I revel in it I make it fun."

"Fun? Do you think that this is fun? This is all your fault," Arabella snarled. "I told you that I wasn't ready. I told you that I didn't want to be like this."

Damon's ice blue eyes stared back at her as he said sarcastically. "Yeah, Arabella this is all my fault. You weren't a killer all on your own before this were you?"

8

Things were beyond tense between Damon and Arabella as they walked the porch steps towards her house. Arabella could still smell the blood on her clothes, all she wanted to do was go upstairs and rinse up. She turned slightly towards Damon and saw that he was scowling. She sighed. "Damon, I'm sorry about what happened. I overreacted and I shouldn't have. My emotions are all over the place and I felt guilty and said things that I shouldn't have said- "

"Don't," Damon interrupted her firmly with a scowl on his face. "Don't apologize, you said what you need needed to say."

"You need to let me finish," Arabella interrupted. "I get what you're trying to say, what you're trying to make me-a real vampire. But I don't want to be like that, I still want to be me- "

"In other words you don't want to be like me," Damon said coldly.

Arabella sighed exhausted. How was it that before this they had, had an actually functioning relationship? It seemed impossible somehow. "I'm too tired to fight. Goodnight, Damon."

Damon didn't say anything in return and just closed the door behind her. Once Arabella was safely in her room, she dialed Klaus's number. Klaus answered on the first ring. "Hello, love."

"Hi," Arabella said. "I'm sorry did I wake you?"

"I'm just enjoying my evening wine," Klaus said and Arabella could see that he was smiling over the phone. "How did today go?"

"Terrible," Arabella groaned. "I completely sucked and lost control."

"You will get it love."

"That's the point, I want to get it, I want to learn," she sighed. "So that's why I'm hoping that you will teach me."

-End of Chapter Seven-