“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.”
“Someone you loved,” she said softly. “Someone … like you? Can you say what happened?”
Damon took in a deep breath before looking over at her. “I was in love with her. I knew she was a vampire, and I wanted her to change me… And then she died in a fire and I was killed. But I had her blood in my system, so I came back. And… I fed. So I turned.” He nodded a little and looked at her.
Summer’s gaze flickered over his face, absorbing that information. “That was a hundred and fifty years ago. It’s not what hurts you now. So. Can you say what happened when you tried to bring her back?”