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I flopped onto the comfy Salvatore couch, lying down with my legs dangling over the arm and bought the blood bag to my lips, drinking in quic, tidy gulps, I hadn't fed in like two days due to being distracted by a bunch of other stuff...Namely, Elena stuff. So the feeling of the blood running down my throat and hitting my stomach was total bliss...For the first five seconds, then it developed that weird wrong taste- like when you're in a restaurant, and instead of getting the ordinary coke you ordered, you receive diet coke and it takes a minute to realise how wrong it taste-. I pulled the bag away from my mouth, checking the date, before throwing caution to the wind and just chugging it down. Grimacing at the taste and craving something thicker and more exotic, just not knowing what it was specifically.

Standing i left and started making my way to the grill, thinking alcohol might help slightly...It ceartainly couldn't hurt.

Walking in and enjoying the smell of cheap whiskey and greasy grill food that was so familiar and made me feel so at home. Sauntering up to the bar and compelling the bartender to keep the drinks coming, whilst I refused to notice the sly careful looks a certain original hybrid sent my way. Downing one strong drink after another, ignoring the judgemental looks I was receiving from the midday barflies, and hybrid. Just wanting something to drown out the craving I had been feeling so constantly lately, annoyed that the multiple and extensive drinks weren't helping. Slamming my glass down in frustration, I started to leave. Still perfectly steady on my feet despite the alcohol in my system. Ignoring the yelps from the ridiculous fragile little humans around me when the glass broke, or the yell of the bartender who I'm sure wanted me to pay for the broken glass. Not noticing or caring as the British vampire followed me, just focusing on getting something to dull the craving that had erupted in my stomach, growling slightly and feeling my fangs and veins become more prominent, as my morals vanished- Already planning on seducing some guy into an alley so I could feed from him, swirling round to march back to the grill to find one. Annoyed when I crashed into Klaus and his charming smile "Whoa, love where's the fire?" he asked in that old age charmingly annoyingly smooth accent. "Going to get a…" I started, flipping my hair and twitching as I longed to go back to the bar...All things that I stopped instantly when I caught a whiff of the thing I had been craving, even though I didn't know what it was, but the rich, spicy dark smell matched the taste I imagined I could taste on my tongue. I whipped my head around, sniffing in sharp short bursts trying to place a location...My predatory vampirial instincts kicking in as I totally ignored Klaus's confused, concerned expression. I physically started to push past him in order to go search for it, my only thoughts on feeling it running hot and wet down my throat in a river of darkened inhibitions as I gorged and gluttoned on it. Stopping only when he yanked me back by the arm, and asked what the hell was going on? And why I was acting like a crazy ass bloodhound?. Not caring about answering his innane questions, I tried to pull away, to keep searching. My attempt resulting in nothing more than having him pull me back again... Only this time instead of just spinning back to face him, the force made me spin into his chest, with my nose landing next to his neck. My entire body froze and the only motions my body made were long and deep drags in and out of my nose. It couldn't have been more then seconds, before I realised the smell I was craving was coming from him. I felt my fangs which had retracted a while back, explode out in full force, and the veins that decorated my eyes awaken. My mouth watered, and suddenly a dark hazy image of me biting into his neck overtook my senses, of his blood thick and warm down my throat, the feeling of relief when my fangs sunk through the layers of skin and muscle. Hypnotised so much by it that for sheer moments I was willing to surrender it all, and let the chips fall where they may. Only snapped to my senses when I heard the protective voice of one Stefan Salvatore yell out towards me, and literally yank me away from Klaus... Whilst I dazedly stumbled back, placing a hand on Stefan's arm, telling him to calm down, that I was okay and he didn't need to yell. Before flashing away into the forest, where I proceeded to shred up every piece of solid destructible material I could lay my hands on.

Two hours later, I sat on the last thing that remained of the teeming, thick forest that I had levelled to a small empty clearing...A rock.

Troughout the destruction and purging of everything that had led me to the uncharacteristic deforestation, I had finally managed to process one thought- I was craving Klaus's blood, enough that I was willing to abandon every moral I had in order to stop the craving. Which with nothing more than a barely finished thought was back full force, making my fangs extend and my veins pronounce themselves along my cheek bones. I growled annoyed, and hissed in fury, pissed off cause this shouldn't be happening, if I craved blood it should be human, not vampire and definitely not original. Sudden images of what could have happened if I had actually bitten him... Scenario one- he kills me instantly. Scenario two- he lets me drink from him then kills me. Scenario three- he lets me, then we tumble into bed. Unwillingly disappointed that the hypothetical scenarios were just that... Hypothetical. Still tasting and smelling the damned elixir of klaus as i growled again at my predicament...Wondering if more destruction would help at all.

"You want to explain what happened back there, love?" The sudden voice of my nightmare questioned, making me snap my head up and stare in disbelief as he stood posed against one of the only remaining trees in the clearing, looking as casual as anything...Over confident that I would never actually be able to hurt him. Glancing round, I looked at the product of my relentless anger...I doubed he would be as easy to attack as a tree, but it could be fun to try...And fuck knows I could use a distraction.