Brooke gasped when she saw the white, glistening fangs lengthen beneath the man's lips. She dropped her bags in the shock of the moment, losing any hope of calling Damon. Maybe he'd know that there was something wrong through their bond, but it was a long shot. She hadn't fed from him in a long time and he'd only been taking little sips from her since she'd complained about feeling weak a couple of weeks ago. She really was on her own.
She had just enough time, in the moments between his revelation and the painful stab of his teeth piercing her throat, to think that at least she was going to die at the hands of the oldest and most dangerous vampire in all the worlds, not some upstart that Damon could have snuffed out in two seconds. She just wished she'd had time to say goodbye to him.
She wasn't a stranger to vampire bites, even the bad ones, but it didn't make it hurt any less. She fought hard against his grip, but it only made his teeth hurt more, and she could feel the life draining from her as the seconds ticked by. She was proud of herself for not screaming. She didn't see what good it would do. No one nearby could help her now. Still, she couldn't hold back the strangled sob of pain as she pushed against his chest with quickly weakening arms.