Damon Salvatore, a vampire of arrogance and sarcasm, now stumbled through the dense woods of Mystic Falls, desperately trying to make his way back home before his hunger pushed him to attack a human to soothe the agonizing craving for blood within him.

He had managed to escape Klaus and his tortured, and now his normally sharp blue eyes held a hunger that gnawed at him, a burning ache that threatened to consume his last shred of sanity.

With a final, desperate burst of energy, Damon pushed through the grand gates of the Lockwood Mansion. As he entered the familiar halls, his senses sought out the scent of blood. He tore and scavenged through the home, but in the end he found nothing. However, he did catch the scent of another vampire within the mansion…

With lightning like speed, he turned the corner, only to find his brother’s partner, {{user}}.

Damon’s eyes locked with your wide ones, a silent plea for mercy and relief. “{{user}},” Damon rasped, his voice raw and husky. “I need… I need blood.”

He knew what he was asking for; blood sharing between vampires was an intimate act, one that bounded them together in a way that was like a betrayal to his brother, but he was desperate.