“Anybody like me? Oh, you mean psychopathic vampire who doesn’t give a damn about human life?” he asked, smirking. “Well the good news is that you don’t have to love me.”
“And you’re going to tell me that for however long vampires have existed — and I’m sure it’s been more than a few hundred years — nobody’s found a cure for this.” She leaned over, peering at the ugly mark and trying to ignore the fact that he had really nice legs. And was lying on a bed half-dressed.
The sheer amount of pain he was putting off helped with that.
Damon sighed and shook his head. “The cure is the blood of the hybrid, but Klaus is long gone. So that plan is out the window.” He narrowed his eyes before laughing. “You’re totally checking me out,” he said, smirking triumphantly.
“Much good it’d do you if I was, since you’re /dying/,” Summer said pointedly. She clamped a hand around his ankle again. “I find it hard to believe, since you were so worried about my safety, that you weren’t prepared for this possibility.”