Damon watched as Enzo threw bottle after bottle into his bag. He watched as he shuffled through papers, ripping up half and keeping the rest. He watched as the veins in Enzo's neck seemed to grow before his eyes. As the blood pumped in slow motion, as if calling to him. He bit his lip, but the taste of his own blood only made it worse. He craved blood, and not just any blood but vampire blood. There was no denying it, and no escape. He needed to get Enzo as far from him as possible. "Enzo you need to go." He whispered, trying desperately to ignore the sweet scent of Enzo's blood. He wasn't sure how much longer he could control himself, and he wasn't willing to risk Enzo's life on it. He crawled to the door desperate to get away from temptation. But the temptation was strong, and he was not. He needed blood, and if he didn't get it soon, he wasn't sure if he would make it. He leaned on the door. Enzo swooping up next to him. Lifting him on his shoulder. The smell was so enticing now, almost hypnotizing, he shivered at the thought of it. He tried desperately to push himself away,but he was weaker than he realized. A lot weaker than he realized, as he blacked out.
- He woke up in a sea of darkness. The pain was unbearable, what was it from, he had no idea. He sat up to the sound of footsteps entering the room. He felt a sudden urge of panic take over him. "Who's there, don't bother pretending, I already heard you come in. What do you want from me. Why am I here?" he questioned. Trying to sound more threatening than he actually felt.
"Keep calm, soldier. It's alright." Enzo spoke.
"Enzo, is that you,where am I?" He asked. Damon heard loud rustling, before a being blinded by light. He covered his eyes, shielding them from penetrating light. The light only made his pain worse. He now wished for the dark once more. He looked over at the table with papers scattered all over. He climbed out of what he now knew was a bed and walked towards the table. They were test results, and notes, all belonging to Wes. But why did Enzo have them. "What are these for," he asked.
"I don't know, I figured there had to be something in here to explain what's happening to you. Or how to reverse it." Enzo shuffled through the papers again.
"How about maintaining it, or repressing it. Did you find anything to make sure I don't kill you. How about that. Because I have to tell you bro, it's not looking good right now. My body hurts, more than ever, and I know why. It's because I need blood, your blood Enzo." Damon warned him. There was hunger in his eyes, and he knew it was only a matter of time before the hunger won. He felt it in the pit of his stomach,it was growing, and it was growing fast, and he was growing sunk into the chair beside him. Enzo reached down to show support him, putting a hand on his shoulder. But Damon instantly rejected it, backing away. Damon knew it was too late now,he felt it, the hunger had finally taken over. He looked up at Enzo with all his hunger, and none of his will. His eyes were blood red and his fangs were razor sharp. He jumped towards him across the room. He sped up, standing over top of Enzo's still body. He lifted him up shoving him into the wall, making it crack. He had a strength like never before now, and he couldn't control it, couldn't stop it. He looked at Enzo, blood dripping down his lips, but he didn't feel hunger. He felt pity, and sadness. He looked in Enzo's eyes and knew the truth. He knew he wanted to kill Enzo,but worse, he knew Enzo would let him. He dropped Enzo immediately, backing away as Enzo cringed on the floor beneath him. What had he done, he could have killed him, he had finally become the monster that everyone always knew he was. How was he going to get Elena back like this. Would she even want him like this. He was a monster, a dangerous cannibalistic monster, no one would want him. He ran down the stairs desperate to escape the reminder of his true self lying still on the floor. He was heading for the door when he smelled something. Something familiar, something he craved. It was blood, but where was it coming from. He followed the smell, finding himself in a kitchen. He was in a house, one that he didn't recognize, he breathed in, taking another whiff of air. He turned towards the refrigerator, bursting it open and snatching out the blood bag off the door. He swallowed down, too hungry to enjoy it, it wasn't enough. He grabbed another, and another until he was surrounded by empty blood bags.
"I guess I will have to go ransack the hospital later. You know to refill the stock." Enzo breathed out, leaning in the doorway. Damon looked up at him, blood dripping down his face. He swallowed down, imagining Enzo blood flowing down his throat.
"You- I didn't- you're alive?" Damon asked, with a tremble in his voice. He calmed the hunger, but it was still there, and it wouldn't go away until it was fed.
"Please, I have been through far worse. You call yourself a super vamp." Enzo teased. Damon looked at him in shock. He wanted to laugh, to smile, to show Enzo some sign that it would be okay. But he couldn't, because it wasn't okay, and the growing pit in his stomach only proved it. He looked around searching for more, hoping for it. When he didn't find any, he headed for the door. He needed to be as far away from Enzo as possible right now, and if Enzo wouldn't leave he would. He did before and he could do it again. But this time it was different, because he wasn't leaving Enzo behind to die, he was leaving Enzo behind to live. He opened the door, rushing out, trying to convince himself that leaving behind Enzo was best. But he couldn't help but think about what leaving him behind meant. He was abandoning him, again, and Enzo was weak, he couldn't do. Not again. He turned to walk back when he realized he didn't know where back was. In fact he wasn't even sure he was in Mystic falls anymore. How was he supposed to find Enzo when he didn't even know where he was. He rushed back, running to where he came from, but he didn't know how far he ran, he didn't know what house he left. Then instantly he knew, he knew how to find him. The blood, he needed to smell for his blood, he took in a breath deep, searching for that sweet taste. It only took him a moment until, he was entranced by the smell, running towards the house, letting the blood lead the way. But the closer he got, the stronger the blood smelled, it was stronger than he remember, he ran faster, bursting into the door, hoping this was not a mistake. He ran back to the kitchen. But it wasn't Enzo he saw standing there waiting for him, but a tall figure instead.
"What the hell." He said. The tall figure turned around. It was a man, taller than Damon, his eyes were blood red and his fangs sharp as razors. Damon couldn't help but wonder if that was what he looked like, a monster ready to attack, a beast with no emotions at all. The man had blood falling from his lips down his shirt. But it was the realization of where the blood came from that finally made Damon snap out of it. He looked past the figure to see Enzo's body, barely moving. He ran forward, knocking the man to the floor. He fell on top of him, hitting the man in the face, punching him with all his might. Tears streamed down his face at the thought of Enzo's lifeless body. Blood splatter on his hand as he hit the man harder and harder. Just like that the hunger returned, just like that he lost control again. Before he knew it his fangs were pressed in the man's neck. But this time he didn't drink the blood quick. He let it slide slowly down his throat, let the sweet taste soothe the fire that he'd been feeling since he woke up. It was a feeling better that he could have ever imagined, and he didn't ever want to stop, but he did. He lifted his head up to look at the man. His eyes weren't red now. They were blue, just like his.
"Thank you" the man breathed out. Damon looked at him in shock. He wasn't a beast at all, he wasn't a monster. He was just a man, one forced into a life he didn't want, and with no one to count on but himself. Damon sat on the floor, as he watched the man let out his last breath, and Enzo breathe out another. He leaned against the wall in completely silence, he finally tamed the beast, but at what cost.