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( @SlyScoundrel @chaoticlycorupt ) #StorylineStart : ~ : It seemed like an eternity when in reality it was only a day ago. The woman’s face flash across my mental screen more times than I cared to count. The terror in her eyes was something I would never forget and the guilt was almost more than I could bear. There was blood everywhere, in the bar where I finally found @SlyScoundrel, he’d taken to violence as he so often did out of anger. I could feel the woman’s heartbeat as it was like a gong inside my mind and then there she was. Covered in a delicious crimson liquid, hers or not, the sight and smell was more than I could handle and within an instant I had the woman’s neck between my teeth; tearing it from her body, listening for her heart to stop. The guilt nagged at me after that and I couldn’t bear the thought of hurting someone else and so I started into the night that would soon turn to morning. @SlyScoundrel had saved me again; like he always did. From the sun this time and my own torment, but had he really? My torment would stick with me; it would eat away at me even with him near, wouldn’t it? I felt like my thoughts were so loud that even @SlyScoundrelcould hear them through the small space that was now between us. He insisted we ride in the same car and so he left his at the small bed and breakfast where only a few short hours ago I was ready to sacrifice myself to the sunrise. He said he’d get it back later and I had no doubt in his abilities to convince someone to bring it to him but part of me wish he’d let me ride alone. I was certain the expression on my face would give away my thoughts if he couldn’t in fact hear them as I thought he could. He didn’t speak, thought I caught him looking in my direction a few times, he didn’t say a word; letting me to me own thoughts. When we got back I would have to tell #Stefan what happened; what I had done and how @SlyScoundrel saved me from myself. He wouldn’t be happy about it, I was certain there would be yelling but that wasn’t what had me most on edge. I would also have to tell him that my feelings for @SlyScoundrel were more than I could ignore now. I didn’t know if it was my new vampire emotions or if perhaps they were already there and I chose to ignore them before but they existed and that was something I was now, more so than other times, painfully aware of. I remembered now, what @SlyScoundrel made me forget. That he met me first, we shared an electric conversation that would have left me feeling things I never knew I could feel but he compelled it away. I was angry with him, at first, for tampering with my mind until the second memory also returned. He had returned my necklace, the one I would never wear again, and he told me he loved me. He also made me forget this, one act of unselfishness that might have changed the way I felt about @SlyScoundrel if I knew it. Now I did know and it changes everything.