"Blood," I tried to tell him, to let him know that I understood but his eyes couldn't seem to focus. He was too weak to do anything about the fact that he was starving. He was too weak to get up and so I knew I had to do something to get him to bite me.
I looked around in a frantic for an object that I could use to cut myself with. I caught sight of a knife on the dining room table and quickly ran up to grab it. I rushed back to Damon's side and held the knife up to the nape of my skin.
I tried not to think about how much it will hurt, instead, I poisoned the knife on a previous cut and ran the blade lightly against it, reopening it. I winced at the harsh pain and felt my blood began to drip. I brought my neck closer to where Damon was and his eyes were now locked with my neck.
He didn
