Shredded :Saga: [ON HOLD]

Chapter 17

Anna sat up quick digging into Damon's neck, shoving him to the floor. Standing up she approached her friends, mouth bloody, fangs in full view, and eyes demonic. She cocked her head to the side, cracking her neck. She shot forward for the sound of a fast paced heartbeat, Rosie's, clamping her mouth shut once the feel of skin touched her lips.

Matt groaned in pain as he pushed Rosie into Cora. He took the bite from Anna, and he wrestled her to the ground. He body slammed her, and broke free of the death grip her teeth had on his arm. Cora rushed Rosie away, tapping into her wolf for speed.

Damon still lay on the ground, and he watched the entire two seconds. That's all it took. Two seconds. Two blinks of an eye for a human.

He smirked as he got up. "Anna." She shot a glance to him, then searched around. The heartbeat through her mind off. She wanted to kill Rosie. She had no clue what she was doing. She shot up and stood, listening.

"Anna! Look at me!" Damon stated. She turned to him, not moving more. 

"Stop. Stop hunting. Calm down. Block out the need." Damon held her face. "Calm down."

Anna stared. He wasn't compelling, it was something new. It was different. Her harsh breathing stopped and only her face stayed the same.

Cora held Rosie, not wanting to take any chances. Matt however stepped closer to Anna and Damon.

"Sire bond." Was all he said.

"Yes." Damon looked back to Anna. "Look at me, calm down. Look at my face." He allowed his face to change. "You can do it, watch me." He slowly brought his face to normal and Anna slowly followed. She started crying, realizing what happened. "Sit down and relax."

As Anna went to sit down, Damon grabbed Matt. "This is why you don't wear t-shirts around vampires." He joked and bit his wrist, forcing Matt to drink his blood. "Drink and you'll heal. Bring me Rosie and go wipe off Anna's face. Cora you go upstairs and bring down another blue shirt."

Damon took control of the situation.

Matt grimaced, but complied to Damon. He tentatively drank it. He felt his wound heal, but then he wanted more. He enjoyed the metallic taste, and he began lapping at it more. He didn't pull back.

Cora listened. "Wait, a shirt for who?" She paused halfway up the stairs.

"For Anna, she's wearing one, and she can't continue to wear it with it covered in blood." Damon shoved Matt. "Get off man, bring me Rosie." 

"Okay. I'll be back." Cora trotted up the stairs, her puppyish side showing.

Matt tumbled back and landed on his ass once again. He shook his head, clearing the weird sensation, and cocked his head. "Sorry. Give me one second." He stood up and quickly got Rosie. Bringing her over, he gave her over Damon. "Are you going to compel her to forget this?" Matt asked, subconsciously licking his lips.

"No I'm going to fucking kill my sister." Damon glared at him with sarcasm. He grabbed Rosie's face. She started fighting.

"Nie, Nie, Don't please." Rosie stared at her brother as his eyes rippled.

"You are going to forget all about this. You are going to remember Anna getting up for a drink. You are going to forget about her death. About her attacking you and Matt. You will go upstairs jovial than ever and set up the teams for 'guess what'. You aren't going to remember the blood or the violence. You'll just know you are happy. You are going to tell Sam how Anna is fine."

Rosie spaced out for a moment. Shaking her head quick she went upstairs and forgot everything.

Matt stared at Damon. "Sorry, it's just I'm starting to understand how you work. So many other things have been going on, I haven't been able to study certain things." Matt said, staring at Damon's wrist while licking his lips again. "Why did your blood taste for appealing? I thought it was like fucking cranberry juice."