Tex
I let go of Fiasha as soon as I realized that my hand had been on her waist. I didn't want her to feel uncomfortable. I stepped toward the bed and peered down at Victoria. She looked much better. Glancing at the twelve bodies on the ground I sighed. This was going to be hard to take care of. It wasn't a big deal to me...all the death. It seemed to bother the others though. Frowning I ran a hand through my hair and looked at them. I felt no guilt, no sadness, no pity. Shrugging it off I decided not to care and glanced at Damon when it seemed that the sire bond had been broken. He looked fine, better. I forced a tiny smile but didn't really care. In all honesty I didn't do this for any of them. I looked at Fiasha, knowing that I did it because she seemed to like her friends, and I wasn't about to let them die...I shook my head. I was not about to become mushy over this girl. I had a violent and evil reputation to hold up. "Well...I'm glad I could help...I'm sure you guys have to be on your way..." I turned toward Fiasha, quickly kissed her on the forehead before she could oblige and whispered, "Goodbye Love..." And then I was gone. Using Vampiric speed to disappear.
Victoria
I opened my eyes slowly. I felt so weak. My bones ached and I had a pounding headache. Damon was next to me when I opened my eyes. He was the first person I saw. I gave a weak smile. My mind immediately reminded me that this may have gone wrong, the sire bond may have been broken, but what if he didn't love me anymore? I shuddered, "D-Damon....tell...tell me that you love me..." I whispered weakly, hoping that he would. If he didn't, well, I wasn't sure what on earth I would do with myself...My eyes searched his, pleading, full of love, waiting.
Eli
One moment I was hugging Bryn tightly to my chest, the next she was on the ground drinking from one of the dead bodies. I frowned, looking away, and then she took off. I didn't want to stay inside with all the death and awkward tension so I followed her. What I saw was a side of Bryn that I had never seen before. She was feeding off a young girl who looked to be seventeen. My eyes widened and I took a step back. The girl was in fact dead, and Bryn had blood running down her chin and neck. There was a look in her eyes, a dull, predatory look. A look of power, not pain. A look of blood lust and not disgust. I frowned, "Bryn...." I managed to say, hoping that my voice would bring her out of whatever trance she was in....

Damon<3 



