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Okay, so this is a scene I've had in my head for a while and it wouldn't let me rest until I wrote it out! I've not decided yet whether or not this will be a one-shot or something more since I already have very little time and two other stories, one of which I've had horrible writer's block for. We'll see how it goes. It depends on the reviews and whether or not people seem interested in a continuation. Anyway, please read and review! This is written from Elena's POV and I'll warn you again that there is MATURE CONTENT AHEAD. Enjoy!

"Don't scream." I say, looking into the blue eyes of the girl dancing across from me and willing her to believe me. "This isn't going to hurt."

She nods, obviously not having a choice in the matter, but I push that to the back of my mind and sink my growing teeth into her neck. The first taste of blood is always the best, the flavor flowing over your tongue like liquid heaven. It's exhilarating. With every pull, I can feel myself getting stronger. Warmth spreads from my core outward until it reaches the tips of my fingers. It's like I can feel every cell in my body bursting with power. I pull back, smiling and dancing to the music and the sound of the beating hearts around me. I can do this. I can make it as a vampire. I can snatch, eat, and erase. This high is… amazing. It's what I imagine ecstasy would feel like, but I can control it. That makes me beyond happy. And it's all because of Damon.

I turn and there he is, suddenly behind me, the blue lights flashing across his face. I smile, wrapping my arms around his neck and we both sway to the beat of the music. He tilts his head back, closing his eyes and enjoying the same feeling I have pulsing through my body, and I take the chance to admire him. His shirt hangs open slightly at the top, his black hair falls haphazardly across his forehead, and his eyes are heavy-lidded from the high that surrounds us both. God, he looks incredible. I've always known he was attractive. I'm not blind. Heck, the first time I laid eyes on him, before I knew Stefan, his beauty struck me, especially his crystal blue eyes. And, then, as I got to know him, his enigmatic personality, dramatic facial expressions, the grin he gives when he's being sarcastic, his voice… all those things just sort of crept up on me. Now, I can hardly look at him without getting lost in everything that makes him who he is. And tonight, there's something about him, something more. Even with blood dripping from his mouth, he is flawless. To be honest, seeing him like this, being with him like this, it's freeing.

When he looks back at me, his body still moving against mine to the music, I'm struck by a strong desire to kiss him, to suck the blood from his lips and feel him sucking the blood from mine. I know from experience what an amazing kisser he is. There's something wild and passionate about the way his mouth encompasses yours, the way his tongue drags along your lips, the way his perfectly formed lips feel against yours, soft and firm all at the same time. It's different than any kiss I've ever experienced.

Suddenly, I'm hyperaware of his hands on my waist, of his body pressed against mine, of the shift of muscles beneath my hands as he moves back and forth. Knowing that I shouldn't and also unable to stop myself, I let my fingers tangle in the hair at the base of his neck. He slows, looking at me with an expression that reminds me he can hear the now erratic beat of my heart over the bounding music. His eyes drop to my lips and then pull back up to meet mine and I can't take the distance anymore. Just like when I finally shut off my brain and let my heart take over in Denver, I give in and push my lips to his.

He stills for a fraction of a second and then he's holding me to him, his lips pulling at mine just like I hoped they would, the taste of blood lingering in our kiss and adding intensity our adrenaline-filled actions. He pushes against me and with a rush of air, I'm pinned against the wall of the frat house, Damon's mouth moving across my jaw line, down my neck. My muscles tense and I crush his body to me at the feeling of his teeth scraping across the tender skin. My mind flashes back to the Grill and every inch of my skin is on fire remembering the groan in the back of his throat as I drank from him. A foreign place inside me aches to feel that, to satisfy this new hunger, and I push his head down, silently begging him to do what my mouth won't allow me to say. He pulls back and looks into my eyes questioningly. He knows, now, that I understand what it means to give that part of yourself to someone. When I drank from him, I was naïve, unsure of what it meant, if anything, to have another vampire feed on you. Now, I'm not. I just stare back into his eyes and nod slightly, tilting my head to the side and pulling my hair back to expose the skin further.

His eyes darken, veins rippling underneath them, and I can see the points of his fangs starting to grow. I haven't seen him like this often, not up close, anyway, and I'm surprised to find myself oddly attracted him this way. Another wave of desire hits me and it takes everything I have not to push my lips to his again. My stomach is knotted in anticipation, my breath coming fast and shallow, and, even though only a few seconds have passed, it feels like forever waiting for him to respond.

Finally, he pulls me to him and kisses me deeply, slowly and torturously moving down to my neck again. His lips and tongue drag across the skin and I tense, holding my breath. After a moment of hesitation, his teeth puncture my skin and pleasure overcomes me, waves of it taking me over with every pull of me into him. Oh. My. God. I arch into him, my arms automatically wrapping around him, and I'm vaguely aware of my fingers digging into his back as I gasp his name. He pushes harder against me, his body covering mine, and I can hear the wall behind me cracking with the effort to stay in one piece with the force of us against it. But it's still not close enough. I need him.

Desperately trying and failing to tame this part of me, my hands slide into his back pockets and I push him closer. He tenses and I hear a groan escape him. The sound runs through me, electrifying every part of my body, and I push back against him, moving as fast as I can with the singular goal of getting him alone. Before anyone at the party can blink, we're upstairs in one of the few vacant rooms. I shut the door and push him against it, ripping his costume shirt to shreds and kissing from his chest up to his neck. Despite what happened the last time I drank from him, there is a part of me pushing to do it again. Just at the thought, I can feel blood rushing toward my eyes and the sharp point of my fangs growing. He looks at me, something close to wonder in his expression and I know he's doing what I'm doing: weighing the risk of me getting sick against the euphoria that comes with feeling someone feed on you, not only physical pleasure, but mental pleasure as you realize that you are satiating their need.

"You already fed tonight." He says breathlessly, nodding. "You should be fine."

I'm not sure if he actually thinks this will work or if he just wants it to. Either way, my hunger grows and I look at the smooth, pulsing skin of his neck before I sink my teeth into it. The incredible flavor of his blood hits me all over again. If bliss had a taste, this would be it. The warmth of him slides down my throat, re-igniting the already burning hunger for more—and not just more blood. A sound of pleasure comes from his lips and I feel his hands on the back of my head, pushing it down as he moans my name. Suddenly, we're on a bed and he's on top of me, ripping off my dress and tasting his own blood on my lips. When he pulls back, there's a wild look in his eyes that mirrors the feeling I have rushing through my body. Every part of me is aching for him and when his lips find my skin again, I gasp, savoring the feeling of his lips and tongue traveling down my chest and stomach. I run my fingers through his hair and pull him back to my lips, blindly reaching down to unbutton his pants. He pushes them down, not even breaking our kiss, and I feel his fingers hook beneath my panties. He looks me in the eyes, silently asking if I'm sure. I am.

Some part of me knows what this means. I know that when I get home after this, everything will change. Things will never be the same between us, between Stefan and me, but I've almost been preparing myself for this for months now. When Stefan left with Klaus and I spent the summer with Damon, something changed and I've been fighting it ever since. The only thing that's changed since that summer is I'm no longer denying what I feel. I want this. So, I look back into his icy gaze and nod for the second time tonight, giving myself to him in yet another way.

He pulls on my panties and I hear the fabric rip, but I don't have time to worry about it because he pushes inside of me, his lips finding mine, and all coherent thought is lost. Again, I find my fingernails digging into this back and I mouth falls open in ecstasy. I pull up and kiss across his cheek, along his jaw, and find his earlobe, tugging at it with my teeth. His muscles tighten and he moans. I can't help but smile, loving the feeling I get from bringing him pleasure, from hearing that sound that makes my blood boil. He pushes into me again and I gasp. Every move of his body against mine builds me closer, euphoric feelings running through my body in a way I never knew was possible. I feel my muscles starting to tense I grab his head, pushing him to my neck.

"Damon. Oh, God. Damon, please."

This time, he doesn't hesitate and his teeth sink into me, marking me as his. Immediately, the intensity overwhelms us both and I tense, feeling my own release as he finds his with my name on his lips.

He drops down, laying his head in the crook of my neck, both of us breathing heavy, and I wrap my arms around him. He pulls back and looks me in the eyes, grinning in the way that has always made me a little weak in the knees. I smile back. This isn't the most romantic place in the world to have had this… experience, and maybe it's the endorphins running rampant through my body, but I can't stop myself from running my fingers down the side of his face, tracing his lips like I've wanted to for so long. I kiss him again, slower, and the familiar hunger for him returns.

"Elena." He says between kisses. "As much as I would love to have a repeat, Bonnie will be looking for us soon."

Shit. Bonnie. In all my lust, I'd forgotten she was running around with Professor Shane somewhere. As if on cue, I hear her voice outside the door. Damon and I are both completely still, barely breathing. We hear footsteps starting to recede and both breathe a sigh of relief. I know things are going to change, but Bonnie finding us this way won't help anything. Damon kisses me again and starts to stand when a familiar ringtone goes off. I hear Bonnie answer and then Stefan's voice on the other end of the phone. Crap. She's still outside the door.

"Hey." Stefan says, "Is everything okay? I called Damon and Elena earlier and neither of them are answering their phones."

My eyes find my phone on the floor next to Damon's jeans, where I assume his is.

"Yeah, everything is fine, I guess. I went to talk with Professor Shane and I'm not sure where they ran off to. I'm looking for them now. I'll let her know to call you when I find her."

Stefan makes a sound of agreement and the phone goes dead just as the door knob starts to turn.