The Vampire Diaries (Damon Salvatore X Oc)

Her Blood, His Hunger

Sylvia's POV

It was finally football game night. Yay. "I hate this," I muttered under my breath, arms crossed, glaring at the crowd as if they were to blame for my misery.

"Shut up and be a good manager," Caroline nudged me, smiling way too brightly for someone dragging me into this nightmare.

I huffed, shaking my head.

"You look tired," Stefan asked standing next to me. "Tell me about it. This rally is draining the life out of me. Literally." I groaned, leaning against his shoulder dramatically.

"Oh, come on, it's not that bad." Stefan chuckled, patting my back.

Before I could reply, Tyler's voice boomed across the field. "Oh, don't look so down, Jeremy. You can have her when I'm done."

We looked towards the voice and suddenly, Jeremy—being the charming idiot that he is—took it upon himself to punch Tyler square in the jaw.

"Oh my God, my brother!" I groaned, rubbing my temples as the boys started throwing punches. "Does it ever stop with these two?"

Vicki's panicked between them. "Tyler, stop it! Stop! You're hurting him!"

I pulled her back before she could throw herself between the two. "Stop, Vicki! Jumping in isn't gonna help. You'll just end up as collateral damage."

"Hey! He's down! Enough!" Stefan shouted, stepping in to stop Tyler from landing another blow.

But then, because the night wasn't already insane enough, Jeremy decided it was a great idea to stab Tyler from a broken heart found... from where?

"Jeremy, NO!" I yelled, reaching out to stop him, but my palm grazed the sharp glass in the process. "What the hell, Jeremy?!"

Elena rushed up to us worried. "Jeremy, what are you doing? Sylvia, are you okay?"

I glanced at the cut on my palm, wincing. "I'm fine, it's just a scratch. Totally not worth the drama of the night."

"Put your nose up, you're bleeding," Elena instructed, already pressing a napkin to his nose and I held one into my palm.

Jeremy, of course, was still brooding. "I just—"

"Sylvia!! Leave!" Stefan cut him off. "Huh?" And I looked at him confused and he held his head his eyes going crazy. "Now!" He yelled and I realised, BLOOD. 

"Yeah, yeah. Sorry." I immediately walked away. As I made my way out of the chaos, I couldn't help but laugh under my breath. "Football game night. What a joke."

"Woah, am I getting anemic?" I stumbled down the hallway, my vision blurred slightly. Blood dripped steadily from my palm, I needed to get to the infirmary.

As I turned the corner, I slammed straight into someone—Damon.

"Fuck!" I cursed, instinctively trying to backpedal, but before I could get away, his hand shot out, gripping my wrist like a steel trap.

"Where do you think you're going, sweetheart?" His voice dripped with amusement, but behind it, there was something darker, something predatory.

I winced, my eyes darting down to my hand. The cut from earlier had reopened, and blood dripped slowly from my palm. 

Damon's gaze followed the trail of blood, and I could see the shift in him immediately. "Damon no--!" I tried to pull back as his smirk faltered, replaced by a ravenous hunger.

"You're bleeding," he muttered, his voice lower, rougher. His eyes locked onto the blood like a starving man seeing his first meal in days.

"It's nothing," I snapped, pulling my hand back. But before I could even process what was happening, he slammed me against the wall, pinning me there with a speed that left me breathless.