((Yea,I'm down with that,Yo XD))

Damon hissed,as his eyes turned black with rage.He dashed after her,knowing that,if she really was a witch,nothing was faster than a Vampire.He grabbed her,muttering words under his breath.When he had calmed down,he let her go.He had did something that would have the Volturi spitting fire at him,he had given her her sight back.

"What is your problem,"He snarled,shaking his head

"I've done nothing to you!" 

Zylvan snarled. "Yea right!" she growled. "What do you call the bite-scars on my neck?" Her tone was furious. Mostly with herself for being able to defend herself properly.

"It was a,long time ago! You don't know what it's like to be a newborn vampire,to feel that need,the aching,burning sensation in your veins.I didn't mean to,it was a case of you being at the wrong place at the wrong time!"Damon yelled back,his body shaking with rage.His fangs protruded,as his eyes turned black.

Zylvan growled. But said nothing. She didn't know what to say actually. Finally, she said; "Then get out of my house before I tear you to shreads." Her tone was calm, yet very cold. Her hands had red and black magic swirling around them.

"I'd like to see you try,"Damon sneered,before muttering words under his breath.He took back his gift,and clouded her vision even more.He also took hearing away from one of her ears.

"And I can come and go out of your house as I please,"He added,smirking evilly."You invited me in a long time ago..."

Zylvan growled and muttered a spell under her breath. "Did. Not." Fire sprang up her arms as she punched him, using her sense of smell to locate him. The egdes of her eyes shown red with bloodlust.

[[... This next part is irrelevent, but I wanted to add it anyway.]]

From where Acheron was - which was hanging out with this friends - he felt a huge spike in the magical field following by uncontrollable bloodlust. His silver eyes widened. "Zylvan!" he exclaimed softly. "She's in trouble." He made an excuse to his friends and bolted off to see what was fighting with his twin. His other half.

((Sorry,I had to go eat))

Damon sensed someone coming,and made the mist thicker.

"Yes,you did.I remember,we used to be friends before I was turned.I wouldn't been able to step inside the door otherwise.I don't want to hurt you,"He growled,but let his hands drop to his sides.

He gave her her sight back,and let her do what she wanted to him.He would,couldn't hurt her.Not without hurting himself. 

Zylvan glared at him, her eyes were now more red with the bloodlust she was gaining. The fire now rolled off her shoulders and created wings to her will. Growling, Zylvan kicked out at Damon. "I have no memory of you at all."

Then, Acheron burst into the house. The magic spike was out of control. "Zylvan!" he called. "Calm down!"

Zylvan then saw Damon holding Acheron by the neck. "Ash!" she cried. Her eyes wide with fear. Then a lopw growl reverberated form her chest as she sank deeper into the m*censored* of magic that lay deep within her. "Let go of my brother," she growled at Damon as the fire around her gave way to scales and wings. 

Dragon scales and wings.

Acheron was caught by total surprise when Damon suddenly grabbed his throat with one hand. His silver eyes flashed with anger. Over the vampire's shoulder, he saw his twin exert more magic than he ever could.

Damon looked at her over his shoulder.

"He's your brother?I'm sorry,"He said,the last part towards him

"Damon Salvatore" 

Zylvan narrowed her eyes and nodded. Her magic-wings shifted slightly as they unfurled.

Acheron's feet were soon on the ground and he m*censored*aged his neck. "Acheron Stormfeather," he said curtly.

"I'm really sorry about that,momentary lapse of judgement."Damon said,shaking his head. "Do you know what I am?" He asked,while he turned to his sister.

"Can you calm down?Or I'll tell him," 

Zylvan growled, long and deep. Her eyes were still filled with bloodlust. Acheron regonized this and he smirked. "Well, look at this. Zyl has a little anger problem having to do with this ma-"

"Vampire," Zylvan growled as her eyes narrowed.

Acheron blinked and narrowed his silver eyes. "There'd better be a good reason why you are here, Vampire." He didn't bother using Damon's actual name now that he learned what this man was standing in his parent's house.

"Prejudice,much?"Damon blinked,but smirked.

"I am here because your sister is my Blood Singer.And I found that out when she was five,when I first bit her."He paused,eying them both."Now don't get mad,I couldn't control myself.I was a newborn then"

Zylvan snarled; "You could've. And yet you still ruined my life!" She unfurled her magic-wings and they flared out to the sides. A low hiss escaped her.

Acheron's fingers sparkled. "So you were the one that scared my twin last night," he demanded. Not questioned. Demanded.

"You have no idea what's it's like to be a newborn Vampire!All your emotions mix into a jumbled mess,so whatever you feel,ends up with the feeling of thirst"Damon explained,trying to stay calm

"And,I didn't mean to."He added,turning to Acheron.

"But I can't just leave her.She's my blood singer.And it probably doesn't help that I imprinted on her before I was turned"Damon finished,as the mist in the room picked up.

Outside,the once sunny day was turning cloudy,and rain pured down in torrents.The wind picked up,and trees were mangled by it,.

Zylvan growled as the mist enfurled the room. "Coward," she growled. By using the magic again, a long tail snaked out as her spine increased its length. Acheron shook his head and went over to his sister to pat her lightly on the shoulder.

"Please, Zyl. Just calm down," he pleaded softly.

Damon scoffed,shaking his head.

"Coward's not the word.More like,perceptive.See,if I was to clear this,you'd attack me,and I won't fight you back" 

Zylvan did not answer. She glanced at Acheron, who nodded. His magic began to swirl around him; the colour of pure silver. "But what if I attacked?" Acheron dared to ask.