“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.”
The blur of speed startled her. The anger, the hunger, did not. Hadn’t she observed that from the beginning, that dark bad-boy aura? Pushing herself out of her seat, Summer walked with deliberate grace and conscious speed to the edge of the road, where she folded her arms and watched. Knowing, now, that he could hear her, she said, “Do you think that will shock me, Damon?” A beat, then, “Moth. Flame.”
Damon heard Summer’s voice and narrowed his eyes, looking over at her from where he stood. He paused, digging his fingers into the girl and growling a little. He looked her in the eye. “Get back in the car and drive. Forget this,” he hissed, speeding away in a blur and going straight up to Summer. He looked down at her, staring at her and narrowing his eyes. “What would shock you, hm? Biting you? Drinking your blood? Killing you?” he asked, glaring. “I’m not a person to associate with. There’s nothing good about me, do you understand that?”
She let him see her flinch at his abrupt appearance in front of her. “Are you angry because you remember the pain, or because I empathize? I would not have been shocked if you attacked me, either.” She drew in a deep breath, holding his gaze, and said, “If there is nothing good about you, why is your brother still alive?”