RANDOM WORD: RAINY
"Damn rain." He complained as he entered his bedroom.
"I take it the hunting was bad."
"No one is out in this whether. They are all tucked safely in their houses. Sleeping soundly and peacefully and, most importantly, not feeding me!"
"Oh, calm down." Bonnie rolled her eyes at his complaints. "You exaggerate everything."
"Well," Damon pouted. "I haven't eaten and you know how cranky I get when I'm hungry."
"There's blood in the fridge. Help yourself."
"It's not the same," he whined as he kicked off his boots. "I'm hungry!"
"Oh, for goodness sake!" She stuck her arm out and he barely hesitated before sinking his teeth into her wrist. "You know, I think you honestly hope it rains so you can feed off me without any of the effort required of a hunt."
He raised his mouth from her wrist and used his tongue to gather some blood that had settled in the corner of his mouth. "Clearly, you are smarter than I give you credit for Broomsticks." he resumed his eating at a much more leisurely pace.
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