I never fully lost consciousness. I remember pain when my head beat against the dashboard, and the constricting seat belt that confined my chest. I was pretty sure I felt the bruises. My whole body felt sore because when the car stopped going sixty five miles an hour, my body was still up to speed. I remember glass flying everywhere and then someone (for I only saw the black of the leather jacket) pull me from the passenger seat of the totaled vehicle. The voice in my head stopped but the head ache resided.
Of course, they couldn't leave me to be in pain in peace. Oh no. Then there was yelling. I couldn't quite understand because it was loud, and my body didn't like loud. My ears were ringing as I heard fighting and that's when I drifted out.
Only to drift back in a few minutes later. I was in his arms and he was walking through the woods. With a moment of focus I found out whose arms I was in, "Damon?" I asked. Before the car ride, I had wanted nothing more to see him and get answers. But with the pain I felt I kind of just wanted to hit him.
"Shhh…don't talk. You're in pain. It'll be over soon…" he said. He kissed my forehead and we continued walking. Having no concept of time, it was sooner or later when we reached a house that was foreign to me, and I was laid in a bed.
"Damon it hurts," I complained.
"I know," he replied. He went into the drawer next to the bed and began to rummage through. Thank God, aspirin was on its way!
But Damon didn't pull out aspirin. He pulled out a small knife. "Damon?" I asked, feeling too weak to move, but wasn't so out of it that I didn't know how many doors a knife opened.
"I'm going to make you feel better," Damon told me, still in a light tone. You know the ones that murderers used to calm you down so you didn't struggle while they proceeded to KILL YOU.? Yeah, that sort of light tone. But…this was Damon… Somehow, at the moment, that thought wasn't comforting as it should have been.
Watching, my heart pounding, Damon made a cut across his forearm, just below the major vein in his wrist.
"Damon? Wha- What are you doing?" I asked wishing the throbbing pain in my head would stop long enough so that I could hold a conversation with Damon.
"Making you feel better," he said, before he held his wrist up to me, "Drink," he said.
I may have been in extreme pain, but I wasn't yet crazy, "What?!" I asked, attempting to sit up. It didn't work in my favor.
"Lay down," he demanded, the light tone disappearing, "And drink. It will make you better, it won't hurt you, I promise. Would I lie to you?" he asked rhetorically, his wrist still held up to me, a few drops of his blood landing on my already messed up clothes.
"Damon…" I winced, "I don't think-" but suddenly his cut wrist was pressed to my mouth and he forced me to drink his blood. The first few seconds I fought, wanting to gag. After the initial few seconds, though, I felt my body already begin to get better…and my body wanted more. At this point I was freely drinking what Damon was supplying, and to my dismay, he pulled his wrist back, "That's enough for now," he smiled, seeming pleased.
Coming to my senses, his blood helping most of that, I sat up, "Damon. What the hell is going on?" I asked only wanting the answers that were never given to me, "And what is this?" I asked, holding up my wrist. But the large gash was gone, replaced by a thin, white scar line. I stared in wonder.
"That is a story for another time," he said, sitting on the bed next to me. "But I should tell you," Damon began.
"Yes you should!" I interrupted. He smiled…and I couldn't help but smile too. It was the Damon-ness that I fell in love with.
"Now that you've had some of my blood," he began, "Your body will crave it. Now, I will leave it up to you if you want to ever take it again. But it brings us closer. Now, I'll be able to sense you, and if you're ever in danger…" he touched my face.
"Says the vampire," I teased, not wanting to think about everything that had just happened. It was a little too much for my human mind to comprehend. But for the moment, everything was normal…well…as normal for a girl who was dating a vampire got. However normal that is, I was thankful.