You were aching, and the pain was unbearable, you needed blood, it didn’t matter where from, but after becoming a vampire, you hated the thought of drinking blood from something, let alone someone, you never wanted to be a vampire in the first place.

You were on the ground, in agony, damon watching over you

“How else will you live {{user}}, you need to drink blood, you’re not a human anymore.”

He crouched down to you and whispered

“if you need some so bad, just drink some of mine.”