On My Own (TVD Series)

Starvation

Sitting on Stefan's desk, Damon sat behind me reading a newspaper while Stefan tried to calm Vicki down from her high last night when she almost killed Tyler in his car.

"I don't understand why I have to stay cooped up here. Why can't I just go home?" Vicki asked.

"Because you're changing, Vicki, and it's not something you wanna do alone," Stefan whispered, as Damon turned to the next page.

"There's nothing about that Logan guy I killed in here, not a word. Someone's covering it up." Damon blurted out.

Finishing up my sketch, I held it up to the light to if I had missed any details around the table.

"Nice..." Damon whispered.

I looked over my shoulder to see him leaning on the desk trying to peek at my drawing.

"What is that?" I asked him, pointing at the pocket watch in his hands.

"This is a very special, very old compass."

"What was Logan Fell doing with it?" I mumbled. 

"Aren't you curious?" He asked me.

"Well, if you're so worried that somebody's onto you, why don't you leave town Damon?" Stefan added.

"We should all be worried."

"Hey, um, I'm hungry. Do you have anything to eat?" Vicki asked.

Getting up from his chair, he walks over to me and grabs the green ceramic glass and hands it over to her.

"Here."

"What is it?"

"It's what you're craving," Stefan whispered.

"Heh. Don't lie to the girl. It's so not what you're craving, but it'll do in a pinch, right, Stef?" 

"What is it?" Vicki asked again.

"Yeah, what is it? Is it skunk? Saint Bernard? Bambi?"

"Go on. Give it a try."

"She's new. She needs people blood. She can't sustain on that stuff." Damon hissed, still reading the newspaper.

"Yeah, why can't I have people blood?"

"Yeah." Damon quoted jokingly.

"Because it's wrong to prey on innocent people, Vicki."

"You don't have to kill to feed. Just find someone really tasty and then erase their memory afterward. It's so easy...take it from my baby sister here, she knows all about that. Don't you Laur." Damon hissed, interrupting my sketch of Vicki and Stefan.

"You can do that?" Vicki asked, holding the green cup.

Glaring back at Damon, I caught Stefan's looking at me as I tried to return back to my drawing.

"It was a long time ago...There's no guarantee that you can control yourself, okay. It takes years to learn that. You could easily kill somebody, and then you have to carry that you for the rest of your life, which if I haven't made clear, is an eternity." Stefan added.

"Don't listen to him. He walks on a moral plane way out of our eye line. I say snatch, eat, erase." Damon sighed, running his finger across his neck.

"Hey, look at me. We choose our own path, our values, and our actions, they define who we are."

"Okay, Count Deepak. I am out of here." Damon chuckled, throwing the paper on the desk and leaving the room.

"Can I have some more?" Vicki asked.