The Other Salvatore.

The Ripper.

Blood. Blood. Blood.

The warm liquid poured into her mouth, bitter and sweet, like lemon and honey both at the same time, the guy groaned quietly, struggling slightly in Arriane's grip, her mouth latched onto his neck, sucking greedily for the food source within.

Slowly, the guy's eyes start to drift shut and he leans more heavily against Ari, his breathing slows and she pulls away, dropping the body to the floor with a thud and stepping over it, he was as good as dead now and she was still hungry, his blood doing nothing to satisfy her thirst.

She growls hungrily, her head snapping up as she hears a twig snap, she sniffs the air, like a dog on a hunt.

Speeding towards the source of the smell, she grins, seeing a young boy, she steps forward, staying silent as his eyes widen with fear and then lunges, grabbing the boy and ripping into his neck, ignoring his screams, she sucks greedily, making small noises as she does so, like a child when they eat there favourite meal.

She relishes in the taste and in his screams, the boys fear making the allure that much stronger.

Damon had been on his way back from the grill when he heard the scream and then he smelt the blood, he stands still for several moments, calculating what he's going to do then speeds forward, heading towards the sound and nearly stumbling over a body in the woods.

He looks down and seeing the body of her first victim, clenches his jaw and scowls angrily, this was clearly his little sisters victim, her mark was all over it, the boys neck had a chunk missing and streaks of blood trailing down his neck, a mark from where her chin had pushed against it.

He bends down, and feels for the boy's pulse.

He was alive.

Barely.

Sighing, he brings a wrist to his mouth and bites into it before pulling it away and shoving it into the boys, he leaves it there for several seconds, forcing him to drink and then pulls away as he hears the heartbeat start to pick up, the boy groans painfully and Damon looks down at him from he's knelt.

"This never happened, you never saw my sister or me, you were walking through the woods and got attacked." He compels the boy, watching as his eyes dilated.

Satisfied, he stands, continuing to walk through the woods, he could still hear protests but they were weaker.

He curses quietly under his breath and speeds off, finding Arriane in the midst of her next meal.

He grabs her wrist roughly and yanks her away from the body, she looks up at him, her eyes dark and veiny, crimson liquid surrounding her mouth.

She growls quietly and tugs against him trying to get free, but he's stronger, he always had been, even when they were human.

Damon narrows his eyes at his little sister, shoving her to the floor.

"Enough!" he snaps, glaring down at her. "You've done enough. He's dead."

Arriane looks up at him from on the ground, scowling lightly herself.

"I don't care." She replies plainly, standing up and brushing herself off, she licks the blood from her mouth then to turns to him, her eyes normal now, the blood gone.

"I trust you'll deal with the body." She says in a detatched tone of voice, staring at him emotionlessly for a moment before speeding off.

He looks at her bewildered, opening his mouth to say something to see she's already gone.

"Damnit." He curses, picking the body up and throwing it over his shoulder before chasing after her.

(Sorry it's so short my lovely's! I can't think of anything to add .-. Read and review maybe? )