“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.”
“There is a difference between what I want and what I can have, and so I am not going to say. I’m not in the mood to be played with tonight.”
Damon nodded a bit and pulled a chain out of his pocket. At the end was a vial. “Vervain,” he said, walking over and handing it to her. “Put it on. I won’t play,” he said, looking her in the eye.
God, his eyes were terrifying; dark and blue and practically depthless. She wondered what she might see if she touched him.
She wondered how fast he would get tired of her. One hand closed around the vial, the chain sliding through her fingers. “I have to ask you something first.”