Damon X Reader: a bloody beginning

The Blood In My Vains

I woke up in the same bed. "So this wasn't a dream" I uttered. I got up and looked around my surroundings and took note of the room I was in. "Big bed, lots of pillows and blankets, a wide window, a TV set" I said. Then I looked at the night stand. I saw a glass of water and some pancakes that blueberry eyes and a smile with fangs made from whipped cream. "Hmm" I said, smiling at the slight humor. I decided to watch some TV. I heard a knock on the bedroom door. Oh shit. I instinctively got under the bed, hoping that maybe the person would leave. I heard the door open. I saw him glance over at the pancakes and say "you should bite your pancakes before they bite you." I giggled at his little joke. CRAP! STUPID HUMOR! I mentally face palmed. Damon must of heard me, because his eyes instantly locked onto mine. I've been spotted. I slowly got out from my hiding place. "You look great when your hair is a mess." He said. I gave him a death glare and told him that I wasn't going to eat his pancakes. "Why? He questioned. "Because I don't know if you drugged them or not." I stated. He chuckled. When he left the room, I walked over to the pancakes. Using my fingers, I ate the blueberry eyes. After a while I got hungry. And those pancakes smelled good, so with my fork and knife, I dissected the top pancake to look for some kind of drug. After finding nothing, I took a small bite, tasting it cautiously, finding nothing out of the ordinary, so I ate the rest of the pancakes. Man, those pancakes were delicious.
-time skip, a hour later-
I got board sitting In my room watching tv so I decided to explore the house I was probably going to die in. So I opened the door and stepped out of my room. I walked downstairs to the kitchen. I saw Stephen sitting on the couch, cup of blood in hand. I gaged and walked out of the living room. I headed to the kitchen in search of something to eat. On the counter, I saw a glass of bourbon.
"Screw the food, I'm having a drink." I snatched the glass and took a sip. It tasted weird, but being as I haven't had a drink in a while, I'm sure that most drinks would taste weird to me. "Hey, that was my drink" I heard a voice behind me. "Well, you snooze, you lose. plus you killed my best friend, I think you owe me one." I said, finishing the bourbon. A "light" buzz swept over me. I don't remember much of what happened next. Only a few details. Lots of drinks, dirty dancing, and I think we made out. I was soon drunk enough to think that anything was a good idea. Damon put something in my next glass of bourbon. It kinda had a metallic flavor, like when you bite your tongue and it starts bleeding, but i was too drunk to be concerned. Damon walked up to me and grabbed my face in a passionate way. I thought we were going to make out again. But I heard a cracking noise and felt a sharp pain in my neck. My vision faded and I tumbled forward.
~time skip to when you wake up~
I woke up with a splitting headache, and I was terribly hungry. 'Why did I wake up on the floor?' I questioned to myself. Oh well. I went to the kitchen and looked in the fridge. I found some food, but not was I was looking for. For a bunch of vampires, they don't seem to keep the fridge well stocked on meats. I decided to go for a walk.
Damon's POV
"Hay Stephen, have you seen F/N anywhere?" I asked. "No" he replied. "Hmm, she must've waken up by now." I said to myself. But Stephen heard me. "Damon, tell me you didn't" he stood up. "What's it to you, brother?" I asked. He sighed. "What happens if she becomes a ripper like me? Then what are you going to do?" He questioned. "Or what if she's a kill joy like you?" I shot back. He sighed again and shook his head. "I'm going to go look for her" he said. But Stephen was right. What would I do if she was a ripper? And what if she couldn't control it like Stephen? I cleared my head of those thoughts and told myself that I would handle it if it ever happened.
Stephen's POV
She has to be somewhere. She couldn't have gone far. I highly doubt that she found out about her powers yet. About ten minutes later I caught on to the sent of blood. Something was wrong. I knew I was too late, but I had to find her. I found her by a small pond. And there it was, the body. F/N was standing there, her face was covered in blood, and she was wearing a horribly sickening smile, like she was proud to kill, like she wanted to do it again.
F/N POV
I was out walking on some hiking path when I saw Vicki Donovan. She looked stoned and she fell down and scraped her arm pretty badly. I ran over to help her, but something inside me snapped. I had this weird feeling right under my eyes and my gums were tingling. The next thing I know, I blacked out with a ferocious hunger. I bit her. I heard her scream in agony and terror. But the worst part was, I enjoyed it, the taste of her blood, the agonizing scream, Vicki going limp in my arms. I wanted more. Her blood spilled onto the ground and into a pond no more then three feet away. I walked over to the pond and saw my reflection. I enjoyed who I became, and no one was going to take that away from me, not even Stephen. It was too late for him to stop me.