Damon was a bit drunk, but she was confusing him. Why wasn't she scared? He couldn't hurt her if she wasn't scared, that would be pointless. He had a lot of pent up anger and she was supposed to be the outlet.
He grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking her behind a tree as he slammed her against it. "Don't whats up me. I'm not your friend, slut," he told her, leaning in and biting down on her neck without warning. He sucked down the bitter liquid that seeped from her neck with a groan, his hands gripping her arms tight as he sucked.