It wasn't every day Stefan threw furniture around. He was angered. Mortified to say the least. How could she have succumbed to this ridiculous desire? He huffed in anger as he tossed one of the chairs in the living room to the side, where it spilt into thousands of pieces. Stefan cried out in anger as he kicked the coffee table. How could she be so stupid and naive? What a ridiculous dream! Incredulous! A model? How could Elena change her desire to be a doctor to a model? Stefan slumped into an untouched chair, while running his hand through his spiky hair.

There was a rap at the front door and he new who it was. Stefan didn't even need to get up to answer the door in order to know who was here to press his buttons.

"Hello Elena," Stefan called as he heard the door open and close. He could feel his anger erupting in his throat. She peered her head around the corner, quirking and eyebrow at the damage.

"Stefan... Is everything okay?" She knew why he had been destroying the room; it didn't take a genius to figure it out. It was because she wanted to emerge herself into the modeling business. Elena walked farther into the room, but still maintained a small distance between them. Elena understood that if Stefan was mad, for safety, keep a safe distance. She stood awkwardly, waiting for his reply, which never came. " Stefan, talk to me!"

"What do you want me say, 'Lena? Does it look like everything is okay?" She took a glance around the room. Obviously not. Stefan wasn't the one to throw a hissy fit, but he simply could not handle the rage that coursed through his veins when he had heard the news about her new found dream. Stefan was on human blood again, and the potency was causing him to erupt in fits. Elena hesitated, but continued into the room, and slowly sunk onto the arm of the chair Stefan was occupying.

"I don't want you to be mad at me Stefan... You told me that you wanted me to live a normal life... Well, this is what I chose." Truth be told, Stefan truly wanted her to live the life that she wanted, but this was something he wasn't prepared for. How could she even fathom the idea that men would be ogling her?

"Yes, but I thought you were going to be a doctor, or a nurse or something... Not something where you get half naked for... or even naked at all. I just don't want men..." He paused, then sighed. The anger in his throat was replaced by jealousy. Elena let out an exasperated breath.

" I told you that you could come with me! I want you to be my agent or manager... You could get to decide what I model for and what I don't! I totally want you here with me!" Elena wanted him to be their with her. He was her everything and some more. " I love you Stefan"

Elena went to grab his hand but he snatched it away before her warmth could touch his cold, frigid hand. Eyes widening, she shifted her gaze up to his. Stefan's eyes were distant, frightening. Slowly, veins started to appear around his eyes, and his eyes were no longer green held the beautiful green sheen, they were now black.

Abruptly, Elena stood up and began backing away ever so slowly. There was a low rumbling noise that was emitting from Stefan's throat and Elena knew it was time to go. He slowly stood up, advancing slowly on Elena. When Stefan took a step forward, she took a step back. It was like some sort of twisted tango. This dance continued until the back of Elena's knees hit a coffee table, where she unexpectedly tumbled backwards with a crash. Stefan was standing above her, glaring menacingly at her, the growling still continuing.

"Stefan, stop it. You're scaring me" Elena didn't know what else to say besides the truth. Her heart was pounding in her ears, her breath was quick. She was postive that Stefan could hear her heart beat. It must calling to him. But Stefan could usually supress this want for blood. Ignore it, and tuck it away in the dark. Why was he lusting after blood? There was something up. " Are you drinking human blood?"

"So what if I am?" He snapped back in retaliation. The burning in his throat was replaced by thirst. Stefan licked his lips, staring at Elena's neck. Everything seemed in slow motion as he dipped down to her, crawled on his hands and knees. His eyes moved from her neck to her eyes.

Elena was terrified. This was so unlike him. She simply did not understand. He was eyeing her up like a piece of meat and it was making her blood run cold. Propping her foot on the knocked over coffee table, she slowly slid away from him. Looking around the room, there was windows to her left and the door to her right.

"What are you doing? You're really starting to scare me!" Stefan took a deep breath in, smelling her fear. It smelt delicious. He followed her, as she inched away. She didn't have far to inch; the wall was right behind her. Elena's head bumped the wall, and she silently cursed in her head.

"Just one little bite, Elena" Her blood and her heart stopped pumping. Stefan's fangs appeared and he slowly inched towards her neck.

The front door slammed shut and a voice was heard. Stefan threw his hand on to Elena's mouth and froze himself.

" I'm home, and what the hell happened in here?" Damon was home. Elena hoped he would come into the room and see Stefan. " Oh, rough sex? You two need to get a room!" He couldn't see Elena or Stefan's face. He countered the room, an eyebrow quirked slightly. Well jeez, at least go upstairs if your gonna fool around! Damon rolled his eyes and marched up the stairs to his right. Elena's hope deflated and Stefan was at ease again. He pulled her face to the side, exposing her neck even more.

Stefan leaned forward and licked her neck, which caused Elena to start to scream against his hand. He slowly pierced his fangs into her neck, and Elena writhered beneath him.

The blood was delicious. He had never had Elena's blood before and it was one of the most delicious he had ever hand. Stefan groaned as he gulped down more of her blood, savoring the taste of it. Tears erupted in Elena's eyes, and she knew it was no use fighting. She would just die faster. Choking on a sob, she closed her eyes and willed it to stop.

And it did stop. There was no hand on her mouth, no pressure holding her down. Her eyes, blurry from the tears, fluttered open and she surveyed the room. Damon had Stefan pinned on the ground with a wooden stake in his hand.

" Don't kill him! He didn't mean to! He's on human blood" Elena exclaimed, while she grabbed her bloody neck. It stung like hell. " Oh God..." She pulled her hand back and stared at the blood in her hand. She took a deep breath and rose to her feet, ready to pull Damon off of Stefan. She didn't want him to kill him, but she didn't want to die either.

" Get the fuck out of this house, so help me God," Damon roared at Stefan. His eyes were, too, black. Not with bloodlust, but with anger. Baring their teeth, Stefan nodded and Damon let go of Stefan who bolted out the door.

" What was-" Damon turned around to ask Elena about the fiasco, but saw her slumped against the wall. She was breathing raggedly, and her eyes were closed.

" He was mad at me," She let out slowly, trying to steady herself. Damon walked towards her, putting her his hands on her shoulders.

" Elena, are you okay?" His ice blue eyes searching her brown eyes. She smiled weakly at him.

" I'm fine, just light headed."

" What was the about?" He pressed, not removing his hands from her shoulders. " Here, let's sit down," He said as he led her over to the chair that she and Stefan had occupied minutes before.

" He was mad, because I told him what I wanted to do for a living..." She raised her eyes to his, as she grasped her neck. Damon's eyebrows furrowed, not fully understanding the predicament.

"Why was he mad about that? You already decided to go to school for a medical major last year... Why is he freaking out about it now?" He couldn't put the two together.

"I told him what I wanted to do, like really wanted to do... And he wasn't really having it. I even invited him to help me with it to, to come along! I don't know... He's back on human blood so I suppose he is still having a hard time controlling himself..." Elena was making excused for his actions. Both she and Damon knew it. Damon rolled his eyes at how naive she could be.

" I guess he never got off of the blood once we got him back from Klaus..." Damon said, running his hand through his raven colored hair. If he could age, he would have deep concern wrinkles all over his face. But that was the many perks of being a vampire. He paused for a moment, the remembered their previous subject.

" Elena, what do you mean, 'what you really want to do'? You mean no more medical field?"

Elena bit her lip. He was going to laugh at her, she just knew it.

" I want to be a model..." She slowly trailed off, averting her brown eyes from his blue ones. Bracing for the chuckle to emerge from his chest, she closed her eyes. But the laughing never came. At first she thought that maybe he was going to get mad as Stefan did, but when she brought her eyes from the floor to his face, it was neither.

" Well I have no doubt in my mind that you could do it," he said, winking at her. She scoffed. Typical Damon to hit on her at a time of vulnerability.

"Damon! I'm serious!" Elena used the hand that wasn't preoccupying her neck to punch him in the arm. Damon feigned pain.

" Ouch!" He cried sarcastically, smirking slightly. Elena was annoyed with him already, his smug look on his face made her even more irritated.

"Don't get me all riled up, i have to heal my wounds," She grimaced as she pulled her hand away from her neck. The bleeding had stopped, luckily. It still hurt like hell.

" Here," Damon placed his wrist in front of her, the blood from his wrist dripping. Elena grimaced. " Just drink!"

And that she did. The coppery twang overflowed into her mouth, and she couldn't stop thinking about how Stefan had been drinking from her moments earlier. Stefan would be dealt with tomorrow. Now, she needed to gather her thoughts and plan. The preemptive strike.