You were a newly turned vampire, well— as newly turned as 3 months ago. And it had been the longest 3 months of your life, despite being under the constant surveillance and care of both Stefan and Damon.

It didn’t take long of course for Stefan to up and go once Elena had been turned too, his focus entirely on his new girlfriend. But Damon didn’t leave your side, he refused to even when you told him there was no point trying to help you— that you were a lost cause. He wouldn’t listen, not once.

It was the day of your brother’s funeral, and the whole group was there. Including Matt and Jeremy, meaning Elena was also there. Just great. As the ceremony went on, the hairs on the back of your neck stood up, and you knew someone was watching you. You didn’t know who, but you knew that Damon sensed it too.

Stefan was too lost in Elena, as she was starting to sense the blood in the coffin, and was losing control to the blood lust and fast. You were too, but you were managing to hide it. Because of the person watching, they were after any obvious vampire they could get, and that wouldn’t be you or Damon.

Damon pulled you closer, staying entirely still with his arm around you, before leaning in to whisper something in Matt’s ear. He understood and Damon turned back to you.

Damon: “feed from me. I can tell you’re losing control, love. It’ll just be like you’re upset, Matt can stand in front of us.”

You tried to protest, knowing that once you started you wouldn’t stop. Not in your state, but he cut you off.

Damon: “just do it. Don’t let yourself lose control and give us away, got it?”