She had just sabed him from an attack of the Salvatore brother's, the sweet little Elena had thrown him vervein, leaving him weak, with her, the sweet little human with saviour complex, coughing by his side.

She was trying to get him to feed, he was week.

"I crave you..." He said, feeling the smell of her blood and shaking his head, the last thing he wanted was to hurt her, she had scraped knees due to some fall. "My hunger, it could overwhelm me..."