[Vampire Diaries] I can't give you happiness

I feel like a century has passed, only to wake up and see Damon, sipping his glass and tasting my blood.Suddenly, there was a feeling of nausea, but I had to force myself to suppress it, because I knew that if I let the physiological reaction move, I would definitely anger this devil.

"Miss, did you sleep well?" He smiled like an angel, but even his sincere performance was broken by the deep red color on his lips.

He didn't care whether I answered or not, and sighed on his own, "It tastes very good." He shook the cup with his hands, smelled the smell and took a sip affectionately, just like tasting a glass of wine that has been brewed for a long time . Damon's expression of enjoyment made me feel baffled. I watched my blood become a monster's drink with dumbfounded eyes. I really don't know what words to describe this feeling.

I found that my wrist was not injured at all. If it wasn't for the real scene in front of me, I would even think that everything just now was a dream, but the swaying blood reminded me that everything I saw was a fact. the truth.

"Why?" I raised my wrist slightly and looked at Damon suspiciously.

He shot me a sideways look and joked, "Think it's fun to find the wrist intact?" If he didn't look like he was teasing a toy, I think I'd nod.

"This is the third sip." He shook his glass and looked at me with interest.

I don't understand, what happened to the third bite.On the fourth sip, Damon collapses, and I think I get it.Before he fell down, he smiled at me like a child finding a treasure, and then let himself lose consciousness in front of me.

Is he too confident in himself, or too trusting in me, why does he think that I will not take revenge on a person who has repeatedly hurt himself, or does he feel that even if he can't do anything, I can't hurt him?

If movies are not kidding me, fire and the stick is the end of vampires.

But his determination is correct, even if he did those things to me, I would not do anything to him.I love life, and though I'm not sure it's still a living being, I can't end its continuation with my own hands.So I let Damon lie unconscious on my lap while my back hand ruffles his hair unconsciously.

I asked myself what kind of emotion I felt towards him. Instead of hating me, I should have fear. In fact, I was indeed afraid of him, but what I was afraid of was not that he killed me, but the pain and fear before death.And I feel that there is some secret in me, but I am just an ordinary person, whether it is my mother, father or grandparents, they are all ordinary people from a relatively well-to-do family, so why am I involved with Damon and the others?

Why can my blood hurt vampires?If anyone tells me that because I have some incredible past life, then stop it early, if this is the case, then my mother will not die, if this is the case, then I don't need to restrain myself all the time.But what is the reason? What was Damon doing knowing how much blood he drank would be of no use to him?And me, if I leave this town immediately, will everything have nothing to do with me?So, shall I leave?

I shook my head. I didn't want to leave. More importantly, I had nowhere to go. I finally settled down and didn't want to be a duckweed anymore.I don't hate books, but I don't want to live a life where there are only books in my life. In fact, I am also afraid of loneliness, but I can only have loneliness. Now even though Damon is always threatening my life, it is undeniable that because of him because of Elena , my life has more colors.If the result of Damon waking up is that I die, that's not a pity, it's just that the ending is premature.

Damon showed no sign of waking up, but I didn't want to move, so I maintained the position.Only the desk lamp is on in the room, and the weak light resists the darkness of the room. This book shows loneliness, but because there are more men on their legs who don’t know whether they need to breathe, I feel warm. This is a feeling I have never felt before. .

There is a book I haven't finished reading next to the desk lamp. It is "Jane Eyre" that I have already read. This time I have a different feeling when I read the original version.Translations always have more or less the perception of the translator, which is not entirely the author's. Now that I read the original text and get in touch with the author more closely, my heart is even more shocked.

I looked at the book and turned it page by page, forgetting the time, sometimes biting my fingers and sometimes covering my chest, I even fantasized about how I would deal with my relationship with Rochester if I were Jane, and there would be such a person in the world who let me When I love, I give up when I love, but when I protect it, I just want to fulfill myself and fulfill love?

Immediately, I laughed at my own thoughts, love should not exist for me, whether it is for myself or for the other party.Then I still imagine how to deal with it, it's really whimsical.

I don't know when Damon woke up, I can no longer feel the numbness in my body.He rolled over to face me, and I was startled by the movement in his legs before I realized how dangerous Damon was to me.

Damon winked at me, "Honey, is the book good?" I nodded.There was a flash of light in his eyes, and then his face changed and he sat up instantly. He pinched my chin and forced me to nose to nose with him. He rolled his eyes and said to me, "Don't tell Elena."

"Not allowed to tell what?" Too close for me to think.

He hooked his eyes, and said in that tone again, "Everything."

He left, I picked up the medicine and swallowed it. Damon made me disobey the doctor's orders one after another. He made me increase the dose. This is undoubtedly a fatal situation.However, a corner of my heart remembered the warm moment when he accompanied me to read a book just now.

Even if you don't mean it, at least you get the same result, "Damon, I still want to say thank you."