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[ BACKDATED TO THE 27TH. ]

lana luthor;

I-- [ Ow, talking should not hurt as much as it does right now, but she cannot falter, there is to much riding on this. ] I know where Damon is. He is still here, in Paradisa.

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Can't be worse than the past week. Just ... get it over with. [ He shuts his eyes tightly, bracing for the pain. This is going to be a long, agonizing process. ]

There. All done.

[ It probably didn't help her first surgery experience that while she dug around in his chest, he was screaming in pain the whole time, groaning and gasping and gripping the couch as he tried not to move. But, now that she's done, he's considerably more relaxed. In a more ... half-dead and not wanting to budge capacity. ]

I owe you one.

You really do.

...You need something else don't you? Blood, correct? How much?

I'm not drinking yours. [ He doesn't even give her a chance to suggest it. ] I need more than you'd survive.

I can't just leave you like this, you look like you're wasting away.

This is what happens when vampires don't feed. We become living corpses. Mummies. [ He struggles to sit up. ] If you stay ... I don't think I'll be able to stop myself. [ He reaches out and pushes hair away from her neck. ]

That is exactly why I-- Damon, I won't leave you like this.

And I won't feel better if I kill you. [ He snarls, trying to scare her off. His teeth come out and the veins crawl, darkening the underneath of his eyes which go bloodshot. ] So, get out of here before I do.

If I go... how will you stop yourself from degenerating further? The whole castle thinks you have left or are dead. How exactly will you get the blood you need if you cannot even leave this couch?

I'll figure it out. You've helped enough. [ He really doesn't want to eat her, but damn he can smell how scared she is and while that really just makes him want to grab her and take a bite more, it also makes him kind of impressed. ]

How?

I have a journal, [ he swats a hand onto the coffee table to pick the journal up and wave it to her. ] And, friends in the castle. I'll make it work.

Very well.

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