Elena watched as Damon compelled the girl he'd been feeding on and crossed the dance floor towards her. The man in her arms was still struggling but she hardly noticed; all her attention was on her boyfriend. A smile flickered to her lips, the taste of the mans blood still fresh in her mouth. Damon was the image of the perfect predator. She couldn't believe that she'd once been scared of him, thought that she would be his prey. If someone had shown her what her future would be like then, she would never have believed them. Still, now she was here, in this moment, she wouldn't change anything for the world.
"Join me?" she asked as Damon drew close. "I didn't take too much." She knew the guy wasn't Damon's usual choice of meal, but she also knew that Damon wasn't fussy, especially when it was her requesting.