( she hates hunger. it's suffocating, built like insanity, this insatiable lust that drives even the strongest of vampires to do criminal, unthinkable things. it wrenches in her gut early in the morning and late at night, makes her starved for liquid red that only comes from the life of something else -- and she hates it, all of it, but hating it doesn't make the hunger go away. if anything, it makes it passive aggressively worse.
regardless, animals don't satisfy a new vampire for too long. blood pouches are fine, but she still feels her teeth protrude when a human gets too close, eyes turned red with veins -- monstrous, but she manages. damon taught her the benefit of feeding without death, but the thought has always intimidated her -- scared her off herself, if she's being honest. elena isn't sure she could ever kill someone, but that doesn't mean the temptation wouldn't be there, liquid gold filling her mouth for sustenance, nutrition, life, all of it. blood is beautiful, that way. stolen life and life renewed, different beings but its essence is the same -- share a life force between two creatures, one the predator, and one the prey.
enter harry.
who smells unfairly good on elena's bed, sweet and kind and he makes her laugh which makes the whole situation easier, being able to tease and toy around with him, like they would if this were an ordinary circumstance. she'd never hurt harry. well -- she'd taste him, sure, and has plans to, and teeth in his neck will probably hurt, but she'd never kill him. he's too good to her, and she'd hate herself for the rest of eternity. )
So -- ( they had dinner downstairs, but snuck in fast food through the window, french fries dipped in milkshakes, which elena happily munches on, giving harry a quick once over. ) You're sure about this? Sure for sure?
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regardless, animals don't satisfy a new vampire for too long. blood pouches are fine, but she still feels her teeth protrude when a human gets too close, eyes turned red with veins -- monstrous, but she manages. damon taught her the benefit of feeding without death, but the thought has always intimidated her -- scared her off herself, if she's being honest. elena isn't sure she could ever kill someone, but that doesn't mean the temptation wouldn't be there, liquid gold filling her mouth for sustenance, nutrition, life, all of it. blood is beautiful, that way. stolen life and life renewed, different beings but its essence is the same -- share a life force between two creatures, one the predator, and one the prey.
enter harry.
who smells unfairly good on elena's bed, sweet and kind and he makes her laugh which makes the whole situation easier, being able to tease and toy around with him, like they would if this were an ordinary circumstance. she'd never hurt harry. well -- she'd taste him, sure, and has plans to, and teeth in his neck will probably hurt, but she'd never kill him. he's too good to her, and she'd hate herself for the rest of eternity. )
So -- ( they had dinner downstairs, but snuck in fast food through the window, french fries dipped in milkshakes, which elena happily munches on, giving harry a quick once over. ) You're sure about this? Sure for sure?