One hour earlier.
"Are you feeling better?" Damon touched her cheeks softly when Olivia looked at him with guilty eyes.
She held his hand and this time, there was a small cut on her finger. He looked at her reluctantly.
"Damon, if you keep feeding me blood but would not take mine in return, you would be weak soon and then I would not be able to feed on you. And you might get sick too." Damien wanted to say that he could endure it. But he knew, sooner or later, he could not.
He took a deep breath. Though he was repulsed by the blood he decided to endure it and took a sip. He had sucked his own blood after the small injuries, but her blood tastes different. It was so thick and dark, almost gleaming. He wanted to throw up instantly.
Perhaps, she noticed his struggle and rubbed his back gently. He felt a strange warmth in his body and he was able to take a few sips before she pulled her finger away.
