Damon tried not to think about the similarities between the way Elena shook with release, and the way a victim struggled when he was taking their life. It had been a long time since he had purposefully killed anyone, but that didn't mean the memories were gone. It didn't help that the familiar beat of extra blood was rushing through his system, filling him, even ad he emptied himself into his slave's body.
"What do you say, Elena?" he prompted her, once he had drank his fill. He bit into his finger and offered it to her, noticing that the blood wasn't slowing on it's own. The side of her blouse was stained red, and she would need to change.