A/N: Just a story I'm putting together, mostly for my own amusement. Tyler is overwhelmed and can't control himself any more. Most of my direct thoughts are put at the end of each chapter, if I have any for that chapter that is.

Yes it is an update! Why so long? Am I busy? Nope, in fact I'm so not busy… I don't know. Well I don't have an excuse really, just pure laziness I guess. Enjoy, by the way no one has really said what they enjoy or dislike yadda yadda yadda, or really anything about where to take this, so I would love to hear your two cents! (Main story is still happening just with some twists)

CHAPTER 7 || Better Off Dead

Tyler's POV

As I opened my eyes I was more than surprised to be lying against flesh, arm draped over a body and head against chest. As I raised my head slowly I found Damon to be the one that I was laying against and at the sight I jumped a little. I stared at him for a moment but he didn't move an inch, he just stared at the wall looking to be deep in thought.

"Sorry." I said

He just nodded.

"Are you okay?" I asked

My question raised a slight chuckle from him and eventually a smirk.

"Don't do that." He quickly replied

"Do what?"

"Don't act like my friend, like you don't hate my guts, that you wouldn't rather see me off dead in a hole somewhere." He simply said

Yeah, and people say I'm a dick… I can't believe he would just assume to know exactly how I felt about him about him, to know what I think about him. Hate him? It's a possibility and I probably should, but no, it's more of a simple dislike mixed in with a bit of curiosity. Wish him dead? I don't think I could wish that on anybody, no matter how much one deserves it.

"Who says I'm acting?"

"You should hate me." He said

"I should ... But I don't." I said

"Then why do you want to leave?" He asked

"I don't hate you, but I am scared of you." I replied as I laid back down this time against a pillow

I looked up at him. Damon still looked like he wasn't entirely here. His face was showing signs of an emotional roller-coaster, like he was thinking about a million things at once.

"So are you going to tell me what you're thinking about?" I asked

Damon was silent for a while, he was clearly hesitant. But eventually he answered.

"No."

Then he remained silent for some more time.

"If you're so scared of me then why are you still here?" He asked

"You said you'd kill me if I left." I replied

"I mean why haven't you sprinted out of the room already?"

"I think that would anger you, which would create more problems than it would solve … Plus this is my room." I smiled

"You're not really scared of me, but of what I can be." He said

"You can be a real ass." I laughed

Damon was suddenly on me, straddling my waist, hand on my throat, and face inches from my face. I instantly stilled all movement.

"You have no idea." He growled

My breathing caught and not just from Damon's tight grip on my throat but from the fear that his voice had placed in me. Recalling my words and actions I couldn't understand how any of it could incite this behavior in Damon.

"What I can do. What I will do. What I want to do! It all blurs together!" He yelled

"What are you talking about Damon?" I choked out

"When I drink from you, I don't know what the difference between my own thoughts or the beasts!"

He paused before bringing his nose closer to inhale.

"But I can't stop. Your blood, werewolf blood, it's the most amazing thing that I've ever known to exist." He whispered

"I want to rip you apart. Drink you dry. I want to hear you scream for hours. I want to hear your bones snap and crunch. I want to see the blood gush from your body until it is lifeless. I want to make you hurt. By drinking you … torturing you … by fucking you…"

What! I kicked up, but Damon was too quick and had both my legs pinned under his in an instant and before I could even try he grabbed both my wrists and held my hands above my head.

"Damon please stop this." I begged as I started to shake uncontrollable

"You have no idea the kind of restraint it takes to fight it." He said

"But you have to Damon, don't let it win." I sobbed and continued to shake

"Oh but I don't want to anymore!" He screamed and I whimpered, "It's starting to win, ever so slightly. The more and more I drink, the more time passes, the more I want to give in." He whispered

"Please Damon. Please don't give in." I whispered as I felt the warmness falling against my checks

Damon released all restraint from my arms and legs as he rolled off me onto his back. We both remained silent as he stared at the ceiling and I at him.

A/N: So yeah, sorry for the short chapter. I just wanted to get an update out to you guys! I'm making a vow (That I hope to not break) to have the story catch up to the Season 2 finale episode by Season 3's start date (September 15) Let's hope I can! As I said I need to hear people's thoughts on this, what do you like or not like, where to take this, ideas for other such things. These kinds of things inspire me to write for you.