Everything was chaos. Katherine was running for Damon, Alex for Katherine. Kirya, possibly dead on the floor. Weak from the blood loss, Yuki's surprise of seeing Ben in front of him, turned into an immediate and uncontrollable hunger. He launched himself onto the boy, fangs protruded.

A hand caught him in the air. Yuki fought the restraint furiously. The boy just standing frozen to the ground in front of him. Completely in shock. Someone was screaming in his ear, but the only thing Yuki could concentrate on, was the pulse in Ben's neck. Ben? The name hit him hard, as the words Bjorn was shouting to him, started to compile into sentences with meaning to him.

"Yuki, you need control!" the words were urgent, but Yuki still driven by hunger, just hissed and tried to break away from Bjorn's steel grip.
"Alex, get over here and give me hand, will ya?"

A second pair of hands constrained Yuki.

"We need some blood bags, fast." Bjorn was talking over Yuki's head. It annoyed him a bit.

"Why the fuck can't he just have the boy? Straight from the vein, that is what works the best."

Bjorn growled, and somewhere inside Yuki felt he should have a problem with Alex' statement as well, he just couldn't quite get around to it.

"Just get the fucking bloodbags from the fridge, or get out!"

"Whatever."
Alex turned around and walked away angrily, on his way out he gripped Katherine by the arm and dragged her along.
"We're leaving."

Katherine cast one glance at his face, and followed, leaving Damon behind on the floor.

"What's wrong with Yuki," Ben asked, finally having regained his speech.
Yuki had calmed down a bit, but still stared unwavering at the kid's throat.

Bjorn answered, not letting his grip loosen a bit.

"Don't worry kiddo, Yuki'll be just fine. He's just hungry, that's all. You know what? Maybe you'd better go back to your room for now."
Ben bit his lip and nodded. On the verge of tears again.

"He will be alright, right Bjorn?"

"Yes, yes he'll be just fine." Bjorn huffed, sounding almost out of breath from holding Yuki back. "Now scoot!"

Ben nodded before turning around fleeing the room.

As the kid left them, Yuki was slowly able to regain control of himself.

Damon got up. His wounds were already healing. But there was only one thought in his head.
Where is she? His eyes darted around, finally focusing on her limp body on the floor. He wanted to run over to her, but it felt like he was moving through knee-deep mud, as he slowly walked over.

He let himself fall onto his knees next to her. Ignoring everything around him. Even the fact that Klaus lay, dead for now, on the floor couldn't distract him.

She was covered in her own blood, a deep and torn wound covering her left shoulder from neck to collarbone. He listened closely as he lifted her onto his lap. Was she alive? She had to be alive...

And then he heard it;
A weak pulse, unsteadily beating inside her.

He quickly lifted his wrist and tore at it with his teeth. before swiftly pressing it against her mouth.

"Drink, girl. Drink." His voice was rough, and he could hardly recognize it himself.

It felt like a decade before she responded, but then she pressed her lips harder against his wrist, sucking in the liquid that would save her life. He sighed in relief, not even aware that he had held his breath. When she pulled away, he started to protest, but the look on her face made him shut up.

She was crying again, so much fear in her features. She grabbed his jacket with her right hand and tried to speak. She had to try several times before the words came out the right way.

"Please Damon. Please." She sunk back moaning in pain, even though her wounds was already very slowly beginning to heal. Perplexed Damon embraced her and held her tight.

"Please what? Kirya, talk to me! What's wrong?"

She sobbed and pressed against his body, whispering.
"It's terrible. It's like he's still in me. Biting. Killing me. Please make it stop." She started shaking uncontrollably.

Damon had never felt so helpless. And the fact that they were now both covered in her blood, didn't help to make him concentrate. How could it keep hurting her, when she was healing?

Her eyes suddenly blinked open and they held each others gaze.
"Why don't you want me anymore?" Her voice was so low and sad that it was almost inaudible.

And then Damon Salvatore lost all the control he had fought so hard to gain the past weeks. He bowed down over her and sunk his fangs into her soft skin. Savoring the taste of her blood, and the feeling of her so close. The wave hit them both, rolled over them, through them, engulfing them in completely and utterly bliss.

It was only when he sensed her heart miss a beat, that he regained his senses enough to pull away. Weakly she tried to stop him, but he was of course stronger.

"You'll die if I take more."

"I don't care."

"But I do."

She didn't argue any further just let herself relax in his arms, as sleep claimed her.

Damon finally looked around him. The kitchen was totally destroyed, and in the middle of it all, Yuki sat ass on the floor grinning at him while emptying bloodbag after bloodbag.

Directed at Bjorn, Damon asked annoyed: "What the fuck is his problem?"

Yuki cut in indignant.

"Hey I'm right here." He threw away the last empty bag and stretched, resembling a cat lazing on a sunny porch. "I just always thought it was at myth."

"What was a myth? And what the hell are you taking about?" his voice was still brusque, but he was absent mindedly stroking Kirya's hair with his fingertips.

"Oh, well, just that you and your little doll there, seemed to have quite a pleasurable moment two seconds ago." Damon snorted, but Yuki just ignored him and continued.

"You're quite acquainted with the sire bond, right? so this is another myth from that branch. Have you heard about the willing donor? A human wanting to give away his or her blood freely?"

Damon laughed out loud. "Come on Yuki, did Klaus suck out your brains? Isn't that why we have compulsion? 90 percent of our meals are what you call willing."

Yuki just shook his head.
"That's not it. The mind is tricked into willingness, that is not the same as wanting it truly to happen. But what do I know." He laughed. "I do feel a bit light-headed. What do you say, you tuck the girl in, while I go make ammends to the kiddo? Then we'll meet here to discuss what the fuck we're gonna do with that." He pointed jokingly over his shoulder at Klaus' still body.

Damon and Bjorn shook their heads, not quite able to follow Yuki's change of subjects. But they did go with the plan.

Damon was lost in thought as he carried Kirya into his own bedroom. Willing donor. But how... And why? What had he done that would make her want such thing? And it hadn't been like that before. Only that time in the car and now. Before that it had hurt her, he was pretty sure. Of course she'd tried her best to hide it, but the pain had been there, he was sure of it.

So what had changed? He'd sent her away, guilty that he had almost drained her. But why did it even matter to him, if he drained some silly girl?

He couldn't find an answer, and in the end he just shoved it all away to the back of his mind. He had to stay focused. Klaus was dead, well for now anyway, since the dagger would have to remain in his heart. But still, the plans had to be set in movement.

He sighed and rose from the bed. She looked so innocent lying there, even with the splashes of blood still all over her. When he let go of her, she mumbled his name in sleep and rolled over.

He shook his head, and left the room, closing the door behind him.