My haphazard meditation was disrupted as I suddenly felt rage cloud my senses, as though a dormant volcano had exploded within me, spewing out hatred and anger. My eyes bulged out as I leaped to my feet, ready to join in the fray. I had no idea who was supposed to bear the brunt of my anger, but I knew it had to be unleashed.
Elijah immediately came towards me and grabbed my arm. I shook him off and snarled before I realized who I was baring my non-existent fangs against. Embarrassed, I quickly calmed down.
"It was Damon, wasn't it?" Elijah asked, concerned. He wasn't even mad at all, only worried. "What was he feeling?"
"Angry. Very angry. Like he wanted to kill someone," I breathed out shakily.
