“I know,” He nodded with a jaded sort of smirk. “I think that one girl I just fed off today isn’t going to make it through the night. We’ll be needing fresh blood.” He didn’t laugh at his own pun. Instead he downed the rest of his whiskey.
“I think this is the perfect market for selling blood.” He said very suddenly. “You don’t have to donate for the cause, of course. I’ve got plenty to spare...” Damon trailed off, more or less just staring into space. He missed the days when all he had to do was compel someone to get something done, but now necks that would yield blood were scarce. He figured that vampires could go hungry just as easily as humans could if the population dwindled even further. Vampires were sturdy creatures, but they still needed sustenance.
“How’s our little rock star?” Damon smirked, bringing up the human Caroline seemed so fond of.