He was sitting there just... breathing. Trying to relax, trying to ignore the pain.
When he look up Damon was gone. He was so weird.
They hardly ever speak, maybe because Damon was only around when he wanted to have a drink or two. Of course, Jeremy was the drink, but he had too much blood anyway, like, 5 liters or something.
Besides blood regenerates itsel. He looked it up when he started to feel weak one day after a very long session and, according to Google, it was alright as long as he kept a good diet, get some exercise and drink water after the blood loss. That had to apply in his situation too right? After all is not like Google especified what to do in case a vampire bites you.
So he tried to do a little jogging or whatever exercise he could do at home, drink a lot of water and eat healthy food. It might have seem like a lot to do only to get your blood sucked by someone who only sees you like a snack, but the idea of Damon not coming around anymore was
terrifying, so he would just have to make do.
A good thing was that lately it took about a week or so for him to show again, and as much as he did wanted to see Damon, at least it was enought time for the wounds to sort of heal. He used to show up a few times a week and he always sucked him at least a little. Which was tiring.
He assumed Damon might be killing some animals or something since he told him he was on a diet (Jeremy being the exception of course), and he tought that he should be upset or something but hey, as long as he doesn't sparkle then he guessed he could live with that.
He put his shirt back on so no one could see the bite marks and walked the rest of the way home. Fortunately neither Elena nor Aunt Jenna were home yet so he went straight to the bathroom.
While he waited for the bathtub to fill up he took all of his clothes off and looked at himself in te mirror.
He wasn't that bad. Not bad at all he thought.
He touched the most recent of the bites and it hurt, and still for some reason he couldn't help but smile.
It wasn't a crush, he didn't like Damon that way. It was just the sensation that he had everytime he "visited" him.
It was all because of the blood, he knew, but he chose HIS blood, out of everybody else in town he chose him. That made him feel a bit special. Damon was just like a friend, or a big brother, or a father figure, he wasn't really sure cause that sounded a bit odd. But the one thing he was sure of was that he needed Damon, maybe even more than he needed him, and he just couldn't afford to lose him too. Not after Vicki.
The bathub was full so he got in. The water was warm and relaxing and he was falling asleep when he heard a voice in the room.
-Well well, aren't you just a sight to die for. Oh right, i'm already dead-