Staring across the room at the stiff bodies before him. Damon could no longer see the corpses of two people, but instead the remembrance of the soul he lost, and the faith he would never gain in himself. Hours pass by and still Enzo shows no signs to recover, no movement at all. He was gone abandoned by Damon once more. Unsure what to do, he was forced to sit and wait. Waiting was not easy, because when you wait for someone you know is never come, it hurts. Hurts more than accepting the truth,accepting you may never see them again. Accepting they are truly gone. But Damon couldn't accept that he wouldn't. It was in that moment that Damon understood exactly what Enzo must have felt all those years he was left alone. A small drop fell to his hand. Reaching towards his neck, then face in search for any wounds the stranger may have caused. But when he found none, he realized it wasn't his blood, but in fact the strangers. Damon was not physical hurt at all, just emotionally. Covered in blood, that was not his, he wiped away the tear flowing down his face. There was no time for tears, not when Elena's life hung in the balance. He needed to be strong. But he was strong, he was weak and his hunger was building. He was a monster, and it was time he played the part. He stood tall taking in the sweet aroma that room had to offer. in search of any sign of life, ready to take it at a moments notice. He needed to save Elena and for that to happen he needed to feed, to be in control. The sweet smell of fresh blood fill his nose, but it was not from outside, instead from where he stood. He listened for the heart that flowed life, a faint heartbeat to answer. He turned towards the stranger fangs elongated, ready to devour him. Standing over his body, he realized the heartbeat was not coming from him, but from across the room instead. It was coming from Enzo. He listened again, walking towards Enzo now, when he heard the heartbeat repeat itself, he was shocked. His hunger was still there, but it was somehow being replaced. Somehow, being swallowed by his fear. Fear that he Enzo might die. Inching closer, he shivered so close to the pool of blood that surrounded Enzo. he backed away, trying to deny himself the temptation. Only he couldn't back away, because backing away meant leaving, and he couldn't leave Enzo not fought it, fought the hunger with all his strength. Taking a step forward to immediately be smacked with the sweet aroma of Enzo's blood. Reminding himself it was Enzo's blood he was craving, he grabbed Enzo's body, dragging him away from the puddle of blood leaving a trail as he leaned him against the wall on the opposite end. He breathed in once more, telling himself to ignore the blood surrounding him, focus on something else, something that he could not see. He smelt it, the blood,it was close, he ran up the stairs, to the room he'd awaken from earlier that day. There under the bed, was a trunk, one full of clothing, he pulled out the clothes tossing them around the room, to find the lone blood bag hidden beneath. Like a wave against the tide his hunger returned, but he pushed it back. This blood was not for him. Running back down the stairs and sliding across the kitchen floor to Enzo. holding the back to his lips. No movement in sight. Taking the bag to his own lips, and ripping it open, with his fangs, blood splattered on his face. His eyes went bright red, with excited. Still he remained focus. Shoving the blood bag to Enzo's lips once more. Damon punched at the wall behind Enzo's head. "Damn it Enzo, don't do this, I know you are drink." still no movement. "Drink you son of a bitch before I kill you." He watched as Enzo, body slouched down the wall. Afraid he imagined it all, that Enzo was just alive in his mind. He wouldn't give up, he slid him to the floor, pouring the blood down his throat. A warm smile crossing his face as he saw Enzo drink. "Well I would say i was surprised, but that would be a lie." Damon looked up to see Stefan smiling down smugly at him. His comment didn't bother him, But the figure walking towards them did. There she was Katherine, walking around his the body of the woman he loved.