[Damon's POV]

I am starving.

I am starving.

I am starving

I shouldn't punish myself because I am angry. I need to have something. When I say something, it's nothing else than blood.

The urge to suck, the desire to lick, to tear apart, it's becoming irresistible. I am trying to abstain from blood to render myself weak, so I wouldn't have the strength to go save someone against my will. That sounds stupid right? Now I can't hold back the urge anymore. My fangs are already elongated and itchy.

Looking out the window, I watched as the sun made its way into the clear blue summer sky and streaked...