DAMON SALVATORE .
PANIC APPROACH ANGELIC FEATURES . red drops reflecting inside doe eyes filling her with horror . she breathes rapidly , slight shake of head as fleshed lips quiver by the sudden hit of pain inside , reminding her of what happened not only an hour ago . â  no . â  shaky voice escapes trembling lips , pounding inside her brain , storming , like her mind is on fire of pain , and there is fear as well . avoiding to take his wrist , avoiding for any skin contact with blood , she is terrified of what may happen when vampire blood settle inside her body . besides the horrible taste ( at least this is what brunette is sure of ) , she has never done this before . â damon , i donât want to drink âŠÂ â and then sudden thought is the reason chocolate eyes widen and lips parted in shock . in terror overwhelming human bones , drowning her flesh in fear . is she dying ? is vampireâs blood the only cure to survive this ? â  ⊠how bad is it ? â  voice covered in pure dread , brown eyes sparkling with horror for her own life now stare at him , gaze slips down at red freckles upon his wrist now and then , unconsciously , fingers run up upon wounded neck , until fingertips touch sticky fluid drippling down . she freezes .
âYouâre gonna be fine.â
He said then sighed and bit his wrist again, having waited too long last time... this time much deeper so that she got it in her.
Then once he pulled away and his wrist healed itself he gently tilted her head back.
â...your throatâs okay.â He said then looked at her... pale blue eyes resting on her.
â...what even happened?â He asked worried.
Then he thought a moment then gently got her off the hood and helped her walk around and sat her in the car, warmth meeting her. Then he tossed his coat over her torso and closed the door then in a split second he was in the driver seat, using vampiric speed to move quickly.
After that he spun out of there, flinging gravel as the old blue camaro peeled out into the night.
