Shredded :Saga: [ON HOLD]

Chapter 12

Anna's P.O.V.

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I opened my eyes wide. The ocean of sleep wasn't setting in over me, like I'd hoped. I shoot up in the unfamiliar bed, last night...earlier tonight, actually happened. I look to my left, Damon lays there, his arm still draped over my waist. I look past him..., that poor woman, Angie. I really am a monster. I really did kill her. Why is it so hard to control being like this? Why am I so confused, so emotional? God, I need a drink. I move over to the cabinet and pour myself some bourbon. I sit myself down on the lounge chair and recollect the night. The night that brought me past square one.

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-Hours earlier-

I opened my eyes wide. Everything was blurry, my head was pounding and I felt like I was burning up. I didn't move, allowing my vision to slowly return. As I stared at the ceiling, I didn't recognize it. I sit myself upright, only greeted with a pain of pure agony. I screamed out as it filled my chest.

"Should have mentioned to not move." The voice came from across the room. "You were out for hours."

"What did you do?" I caught my breathing, and slowly recuperated.

"How do you not know that was vervaine? Anyways, I needed to confront you." He said.

I searched around the room, every time he spoke it sounded as if He changed spots.

"You couldn't talk to me like a normal person?" I held my head in my hands, the headache still raging.

"I tried that, and you knocked me out. Plus I'm not normal, so your humanity logic doesn't really apply." He laughed, appearing at the foot of the lounge chair. "Hello there."

I stared, everything still foggy, then it came to me. "You!"

"Mmm, In the flesh." He smirks at me.

"What do you want?" I glare, discreetly glancing around to find an exit.

"To talk. To teach you. You know, the usual things regarding the supernatural." He sat there casually, continuing to smirk.

I shot up, heading for the hallway, expecting to easily get away. I reached out for the door handle and he appeared in front of it, shoving me back.

"Tsk, Tsk. Running away from your host is rude. Oh and rule one is to keep your mind clear, I can easily tell what you are thinking of." He pinned me against the wall.

"I just want to go home. Let me go?" I begged as I shook my head to get ahold of myself.

"No. You have no idea what you're capable of. Plus, you don't want to go off and kill your loved ones, now do you?" He let's go of me going into the other room. Curiosity gets the best of me and I follow him.

"This will help, with both the emotions and cravings crap. Drink up." He handed me a glass of strong liquor. I took it and watched as he poured another.

"Why am I like this? All emotional?" I wanted to know so much.

"For starters, vampires have every sense heightened. So what you feel, well, it has a hold on you." Damon sits on the couch, trying to be welcoming.

"Why aren't you all 'emotional'?" I joke.

"I've gotten more experience than you, seeing as how I've been dead for just under a century. Plus, I know how to control them and I'm not as complicated, so I barely feel anything." Damon drifts off.

I go to sit on the far end of the couch, I was still a tad skeptical. "Okay... give me basics. Do's and Don't I guess."

"Well first off, you don't want to kill anyone you care about. It will make the guilt you feel even worse. Second off, you won't want to go into the sun. You don't have a daylight ring like me, so you'll burn and turn to ash. You're going to get cravings a lot, so you need to drink bourbon or satisfy those cravings by blood bag. There is only one real weakness that we have, and that is vervaine. It is almost like a tranquilizer, meaning it can make you useless. Don't try to get stabbed in the heart with a stake either, it will kill you." Damon chuckled, a smug grin plastered to his face.