Hey guys! This chapter took a while cause I've been busy with school and all but I finally got a break and uploaded:) this chapter is basically a Liz and Damon chapter, it's the same episode as before but this is just going to be a somewhat side story of the episode:)

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I was in a hell of a lot of pain. My back throbbed, so did my head. And to top it all off my neck was in searing pain.

I opened my eyes to look up at a dark ceiling. I blinked a few times, I wasn't dreaming. I slowly sat up, wincing as I did. I looked around. I was in a bed room that much I knew. Papers and books scattered the ground, furniture was tossed over and broken in pieces. Clothes were thrown all across the floor, some ripped, and some crumpled up.

"About time you woke up," a voice said, interrupting my thoughts. I snapped my head in the direction and saw the last person I ever wanted to see. "Rise and shine sleeping beauty," Damon said in all his smirking glory.

I scowled as I groaned. "What, no kiss?" he asked, pretending to be hurt.

"Go to hell," I spoke for the first time. My voice was raspy and tired. I had to strain just to speak.

"Been there done that," he said nonchalantly.

I rose from the bed, wincing at the pain of my, well, everything. I stood tall, with no fear in my eyes. On the inside though, I was shaking. I was scared as hell and it was not cool whatsoever. I cracked my neck, moving it around until I felt a trickle run down. Hesitantly, I ran my fingers down my neck and found the two small holes I hoped I imagined. So it really was true. Damon wasn't human. A part of me knew it was always true, but to be so positive now, was an even a scarier thought.

I felt another trickle, but on the other side of my neck. In fear, I brought my other hand to the other side of my neck. When I pulled back, my hand was drenched in blood. My blood. Not only that though, my wrist had bite marks too.

I looked at Damon, fear now written in my eyes.

"Yeah," he drawled out, "I kinda got carried away. What can I say? When you're hungry you're hungry," he laughed at his own joke. "Oh come on, I didn't take that much. Maybe a quart or two but you'll get it back eventually."

I shrank back into the bed, but he strode forward and the next thing I knew, he had me pinned down underneath him. I gasped as I looked up at him.

"What did I ever do to you?' I asked, fearful of what the answer might be. He looked off into the distance, pretending to think.

"Well let's just say I don't like humans, and in return they don't like me,"

"So that makes it okay to hurt or even kill other people? Even if you don't even know them?" I could feel some courage spark through me as I challenged him.

"Uh, yeah," he said it that obvious.

"Why me though? Why drink from me?" it was hard to get that last part out. Still trying to wrap my mind around it.

He smirked and bent down next to my ear. I shivered as he said, "Because I can,"

I hate myself for even thinking this, but I enjoyed him being close to me.

"Get off of me," I gritted through my teeth.

"What did you say?" he asked, in s threatening tone.

"I said get off of me," I repeated, this time more forcefully.

"You really want to threaten a vampire, who has been around for a good hundred years, has more strength and is smarter?"

"What the hell do you think?"

Right before my eyes, his face changed. What was once the beautiful, handsome man now became an animal. The veins underneath his darkened a blood red color. His eyes became dilated and an eerie black and red color. My heart began racing, and I'm sure he could hear it too. I feared the worst as he bared his fangs and leaned down to my neck.

I waited, expecting the pain but nothing came. Instead I felt a weight lifted off of me. Damon rose from his position on top of me to sitting on the edge of the bed. I didn't want to sit up just yet. I half expected him to just lunge at my neck, but instead nothing happened.

I watched as he heaved his entire body. From my position, I thought he was trying to calm down or something.

"I didn't do it on purpose," I could barely hear him mutter.

"What?" I questioned, rising from my position to almost next to him.

"I didn't want to attack you like I did," he admitted. I looked at his face and could see he changed back. I could also see the sincerity.

"Then why did you?"

"It's who I am, I have to feed, and I have to have blood. I just, I got out of control when it came to you,"

"Why though?"

"What is this twenty questions? It's because I'm a vampire,"

That was the first time I heard it spoken out loud. It was somewhat intimidating, to know that he was more superior than I am. And yet, I felt safe for some odd reason. I felt as though Damon wouldn't hurt me the way he would others. I don't know if that should make me feel better though.

"You're different than other humans, you blood is different than anything else I have ever tasted, and it made me want more of you," he finally looked at me. From what I could see, he seemed a little guilty.

"You could've killed me," I pointed out, even though it was so obvious.

"But I didn't," he rose from the edge and began to walk out of the room.

"Why didn't you though?" I questioned again.

"Let's just say you're lucky I like you," he answered over his shoulder as I sat there, mouth opened like the fool I was.