"I need human blood," Damon groans, his shirt staining with his blood. He practically collapsed when he showed up at your house, bleeding out from some… wooden bullet.

Why he showed up at your place? You had no idea. He constantly said he hated you. You were a human friend of Stefan’s, which Damon always relented about you making his life worse. Now, he was begging to feed on you. “God, you’re not heartless enough to let me die, are you?” He chided, voice strained as he spoke.