Bite and Kiss

A handful of white pills lay in Elena's palms as she presented them to Damon.

With an innocent curve of her lips, she said, "The bottle broke, so I brought them to you by hand."

Damon took the pills, looking at them helplessly. "And the water?" He sighed, convinced this woman might actually poison him.

"I know where the water is; you don't need to tell me," Elena declared confidently before breezing away like the wind.

But with her impaired vision, her departure was anything but graceful. Loud crashes and bangs soon filled the house once again.

Damon, on the brink of mental collapse, chose silence.

Moments later, Elena returned, carefully balancing a glass of water.

However, just as she approached the bed, her foot slipped, and she fell. Her hand jerked upward in reflex, sending the glass flying.

Smash!

The cup shattered on the floor, and the warm water cascaded like a waterfall, landing directly on Damon.

The water soaked his hair, dripping down the ends and trailing along the pale skin of his neck.

It was as though Damon had been baptized by an indoor rainstorm.

Luckily, the water wasn't hot, or his face might have been scalded.

Through the wet strands clinging to his face, Damon shot Elena a long, restrained look.

He wanted to be angry.

But… he decided against it.

Arguing with a woman wasn't worth it.

Elena, however, had fallen onto the shards of the broken glass.

Her hands and knees were scraped, and small cuts lined her delicate porcelain-like skin. Pain flickered briefly in her furrowed brows.

"Damn it." Damon cursed under his breath, losing his composure.

He popped two pills into his mouth and swallowed them dry before forcing himself to his feet.

Walking over to Elena, he bent down and lifted her into his arms, placing her carefully on the bed.

"You are not to get out of bed again," he ordered firmly.

Then, without hesitation, he turned and headed downstairs for the medical kit.

From the bed, Elena watched Damon disappear from view, the corners of her lips curving into a sly smile.

Was her performance convincing?

Meanwhile, Damon stood in the kitchen, gulping down two glasses of saltwater to replenish his energy.

He surveyed the chaos Elena had left in her wake—the shattered glass, spilled water, and broken furniture. After a moment's pause, he tightened his lips and carried the first aid kit back upstairs.

Sitting beside her, Damon carefully cleaned Elena's wounds.

Using tweezers, he extracted the shards of glass from her palms and placed them in a tray.

Without looking up, he asked, "Does it hurt?"

Elena shook her head lightly. "Not really. But what about the mess downstairs?"

Those items bore traces of other women—secondhand memories. She didn't like them and had smashed them on purpose.

"Most of those things are old anyway. I'll replace them all tomorrow," Damon replied softly, his voice as calm and steady as sunlight filtering through the clouds.

"You're surprisingly generous," Elena remarked skeptically.

She suspected that everything in this house carried traces of someone named "Zia."

Damon looked up, his tea-black eyes reflecting her doubtful expression. "I've never been stingy with you."

"Hmph. But you once told me to rely on someone else." Elena raised her chin defiantly, unwilling to let the memory of her slight go. Damon had dared to cut her food supply back then.

"That was when we barely knew each other," Damon said, the faintest hint of indulgence tugging at his lips.

"And now you do?" Elena retorted, noticing Damon's survival instincts kicking in.

Damon wrapped her hands and knees in clean white bandages, then leaned in close.

His cool, detached face filled Elena's vision, his breath carrying the heat of a sick man. His tea-black eyes smoldered with a hypnotic charm as he murmured, "Care to find out?"

"Forget it. I'm not interested in playing dress-up with a patient," Elena said, decisively rejecting the tempting offer.

Damon arched a brow, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. As he stood, he remarked, "You never did go find someone else to rely on."

"I didn't have time," she scoffed, though it wasn't about time—it was about pride.

As a noble Vampire Clan, she was the one others came to for support, never the other way around.

Damon snipped the ends of the bandage with scissors, his movements precise. "Then go find someone and try."

The sharp scissors glinted under the light, a subtle warning hidden in his playful tone.

Elena chuckled softly, amused by his remark.

Suddenly, she asked, "Damon, how long do you plan to take care of me?"

"Depends on your behavior," Damon replied, standing and grabbing the first aid kit. His tone cooled, signaling the conversation's end as he headed downstairs.

Elena watched his retreating figure, a faint, inscrutable smile playing on her lips.

Her silver-gray eyes glimmered with a peculiar light.

Tonight, she decided, Damon's bed was hers.

Because she still craved blood—just one bite…

When Damon returned, he found Elena already lying in bed.

Adjusting the dimness of the room's lighting, he spread out a second blanket on the floor.

"You can stay here," he said, his voice steady. "But don't wake me up complaining about hunger or disturb my rest."

"Deal," Elena agreed cheerfully. After all, having a handsome man nearby wasn't a bad trade.

As Damon lay down slowly, he added, "Your vision is impaired. If you need to get up, wake me."

Elena leaned closer, her warm breath brushing against him.

Her voice carried an uncharacteristic softness. "Damon, do you know why I can't see anything else?"

Exhausted, Damon's thoughts began to fade. His voice came out in a murmur. "Why…"

"Because my eyes only have room for you," Elena whispered, propping her head on her hand as she stared at him.

Though her silver-gray eyes couldn't see, they seemed to lock onto Damon unwaveringly, delivering her sweet words.

Damon remained silent, his lips pressed into a thin line.

After a moment, he reached out, wrapping Elena—blanket and all—into his arms.

Pressing close to her ear, he whispered softly, "Go to sleep."

Elena froze for a moment, startled by Damon's unexpected embrace.

Just half an hour ago, he had been so distant and resistant to her presence.

"What are you thinking?" Damon asked, noticing her uneven breathing.

Elena rested her head against his chest, hearing the rhythmic thrum of his heartbeat.

The scent of his blood was intoxicating. Her voice was hoarse with suppressed longing. "Damon, I'm so thirsty…"

Click.

In the dim light, Damon sat up and switched off the bedside lamp.

The cool draft of the room swept over Elena as she asked, "What are you doing, Damon?"

In the darkness, Damon's gaze locked onto her.

Leaning in, his lips brushed against hers with deliberate slowness, his voice low and magnetic, laced with dangerous allure.

"Isn't this what you've been craving… to bite me?"

"..." Elena was silent, her expression slightly stunned.

She did not reject Damon's kiss.

She was already very familiar with this man's lips.

She did not hate Damon's throwing himself into his arms.

Or more, she needed the body temperature of this indifferent man...

An ambiguous atmosphere gradually lingered in the room until late at night.

Elena gently stroked the bloodstain on Damon's chest, her silver-gray eyes were empty and bottomless, with a faint cold light, and a bit of evil charm in the weirdness.

Everyone says that male beauty is poisonous.

But she is not afraid of this poison.

In her world as the queen of Vampire Clan.

For her, men can only worship and surrender.

......

In the early morning, a ray of bright sunshine sprinkled into the two-story building, covering the ground with silver light.

Damon rubbed his eyebrows and woke up in a warm light.

He lifted the quilt and got out of bed slowly.

He unbuttoned the exquisite diamond buttons on his shirt and walked towards the bathroom.

Whew!

Hot water mist rose in the bathroom.

On the wall, there was a mirror as big as the wall.

Damon stood in front of the mirror and raised his hand to wipe the water stains on his face.

His expression in the mirror was indifferent, his thin lips were pale, and his cold face regained some redness.

He let the hot water pour over his fluffy hair, slide over his face, and flow down quickly.

Beautiful collarbone.

Strong abdominal muscles.

And, slender, beautiful legs...

Wait!

Why did the wound on his chest disappear?

In the misty water mist, Damon was suddenly startled.

He shook his hair, turned off the hot water, picked up the bath towel to wrap himself, and looked carefully at the mirror.

Strange.

The knife Soren cut on his chest was half a finger deep.

It had been oozing blood.

But now, the scar was only a pink flesh mark.

Damon pressed the mark hard.

But he didn't feel any pain at all.

Could this be related to last night's indulgence?

In the incomplete memory.

Damon vaguely remembered that Elena's cold lips brushed across his burning wound, covering it with a layer of fresh and sweet touch.

He could feel his own blood flowing out along the wound.

Among them, in addition to a large area of ​​coolness.

There was also a hint of coldness, bitterness, and slight pain.

He was overwhelmed by fatigue and lost consciousness due to pain.

Finally, he finally lost consciousness and passed out.

So, what happened later?

Could it be that Elena accidentally touched his wound when she was sucking blood.

So, by some strange coincidence, the wound on his chest healed quickly and the cells grew again?

When Damon thought of this, a layer of mist gradually covered the bottom of his dark brown eyes.

Outside the bathroom, Elena's voice came closer and closer, with a little joy: "Damon, my hair has grown, and my eyes have..."

Boom!

Damon appeared at the door of the bathroom and let Elena bump into his arms.

He glanced down, his eyes deep and dark: "Can you see with your eyes?"

"Why don't you wear clothes?" Elena touched Damon's chest and her face turned slightly red.

I have to admit that Damon has a good figure.

Damon noticed Elena's eyes and suddenly took a step forward.

He stretched out his long arms to hug Elena, and without any warning, he lowered his head and kissed Elena's lips.

His kiss was as gentle as snowflakes, one by one, seemingly delicately caressing Elena's lips.

Elena stood there, without response, indifferent.

Because she couldn't feel Damon's body temperature.

If, that kiss came from the bottom of his heart.

How could it be so cold, with a sense of attack and invasion of the human race?

She was thinking, and suddenly, a smell of blood rushed into her mouth.

Damon bit his tongue.

Elena frowned slightly and pushed Damon away without hesitation.

Her expression was cold and fierce, with silver light flashing in her phoenix eyes, and she said, "What are you doing?"

At this moment, this man was full of killing...

Damon was pushed against the wall by Elena, and it took him a long time to recover.

He didn't say anything, just staring at Elena.

He didn't expect that Elena's strength would become stronger after just one night.

And, along with this, there was also the arrogant and arrogant Vampire Clan's brutality and cruelty in Elena.

It seems that he can't let Elena suck fresh blood anymore.

According to legend, once the Queen of the Vampire Clan becomes powerful, she will be able to destroy the world and trample all humans under her feet.

"Why don't you speak?" Elena looked at him coldly and spoke in a low voice.

Damon leaned against the wall and panted slightly.

He licked his lips with satisfaction, breaking the low-pressure atmosphere, and said, "I want to kiss you, can't I?"

Elena's eyes were deep.

She looked at Damon quietly and said, "If you want to please me, it's best to do it at night."

During the day, most Vampire Clans are sleeping.

She is the same.

She doesn't like anyone to disturb her rest time.

Damon chuckled and looked away.

He turned and walked into the bathroom, saying, "I'm going to change clothes. Wait a minute, let's go to the mall together."

At least, buy back the things that were broken yesterday.

"Go to the mall? Buy, buy, buy?" Elena looked at Damon's back and blinked her silver eyes gently.

......

In the bathroom, the sound of water sounded again.

Damon walked to the mirror.

He gently stroked the tip of his tongue with a little blood, and his expression gradually became indifferent.

Just now, he deliberately bit his tongue tip.

Test whether Elena's kiss can have a therapeutic effect on him.

Judging from the current situation, the answer is obvious.

Because, it only takes a few minutes.

The bloody wound on the tip of his tongue had completely healed and disappeared. Could this be the secret of the Vampire Clan that the Professor had been searching for? Perhaps Zia could really be saved. ...... At ten o'clock in the morning, Elena had taken a nap and now woke up. She sucked the blood bag and walked lazily into the living room. Her long golden hair flowed along her waist and fell into Damon's eyes. Damon wore glasses and sat on the sofa reading a newspaper. He had been waiting downstairs for twenty minutes. Elena smiled, twirled her golden hair, and said, "How is it, beautiful?" Damon adjusted his glasses and looked away from the newspaper. There was a trace of indifference between his eyebrows, and he said, "Yes, your body has completely recovered." "Almost." If she hadn't drunk someone's blood, she wouldn't have recovered so quickly. Damon narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "What about last night?" Without his permission, he took advantage of his danger and drank so much of his blood. Shouldn't this debt be paid back?

Elena lay down on the sofa and said, "At worst, I'll be responsible for you."

"Oh? How do you want to be responsible?" Damon raised his eyebrows and spoke lightly.

It was the first time he heard that a woman wanted to be responsible for him.

Elena bared her two snow-white Lunar Trace Teeth and said, "Bite you or kill you."

Being her man is not a loss.