“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.”
It’s entirely too hard to check her phone when she’s arrowing through the sky, so she ignored the little “kamikaze~!” that is her text alert. He thinks she can’t find him, but honestly his mind burned like a beacon. It’s probably to do with that heightened emotions thing he told her about. Just now, since she looked for it, it’s boiling with pain, and she understood why he thought he was dying. He probably hadn’t felt pain like that in a couple decades. Well, if there wasn’t a window open when she got there, she’d just make an open one.
Damon grimaced and limped to his bed, flopping down and groaning. It hurt like hell, and there was no way in hell he was going to be able to pull this off if she insisted on coming. He really was going to die if she stayed… So much for faking his death. He groaned and rolled over, the pain starting to burn through the rest of his body. He was breaking out in a sweat and it was really getting frustrating.
Yep, no open window. But as far as Summer could tell, there wasn’t anyone else in the house, either. Hovering in front of the closest window to where he was, she put a hand on it, and heated the glass until it ran down in hot globs. They hissed in the chill of the night, but thankfully didn’t set anything on fire. Stepping through the frame, she stalked over to his bedside.
“I’m going to save your life, I think, just so I can kill you myself.”