Damon wanted to kill something. He wanted to unleash his inner beast and be his true self. The monster that kills to feed itself. After his brother's sermon he flew away. He wasn't ready to go to Elena. No, in its current state. He felt like he was going to explode. He didn't, he was always in control of everything. He looked at the patrons in the dingy bar. A dirty club away from his brother or any of his girlfriends. The hunger had to be appeased and his anger had to be appeased. The dim light created shadows where he could sense hidden creatures lurking within them. He wasn't the only one in there. He sniffed a little. A drunken werewolf, a haggard witch, a little vampire who drinks desperately. Yes, that was the right place. The stench of disease and drunkenness permeated the entire bar. He was lucky. Vampires don't receive deaths and he was sure these tortured souls would thank him. Yes, thank him because one of these lucky bastards will be his dinner and that poor soul will be set free. He ordered some bourbon. The old bartender handed it to him. Damon dropped a bill and asked the old human for the bottle. Drink after drink, his mind returned to the events of that night. The delicious blood of his Little Bird. His brother's annoying words. And the disturbing truth in his brother's words. How much did he want to break Stefan's neck tonight? He wanted to silence him. The vile, searing truth of Stefan's words continued to play in his mind. Hours after his soul had joined the Red Bird, he could still feel the void she had left in him. His whole being was crying to get back to her. The distressing part of it all was that he didn't expect it. It had already become intertwined with Elena's soul and mind. He had discovered how intriguing and wonderful it was AND...... middle of paper ......happy drink. Elena said nothing as she watched my brother drink. His eyes widened in surprise. “Well, brother...” “I know this taste, Damon. I drank it before. He helps me with Meredith and Matt. They kept me alive." Elena gasped. «It can't be. No!" "Brother, if you don't start talking, I will personally make sure-" "Damon, it's Bonnie's blood." He stunned me into silence. "I drank Bonnie's blood after my rescue from him. Shi no Shi." I still had half of my second bottle. My fangs were already struggling to come out. I glanced at the human next to me. "Honey, look at me." He did. “Go to the bathroom and clean yourself up, especially here.” I touched her neck. “After you're done, come back to me.” I watched my dinner go ahead and do what I told her to do. It will taste bitter...Works CitedVAMPIRE DIARIES - LJ SMITH