“No no no,” Damon said in reference to the food. “Your safety comes first right now, Dawn.” He did give one last glance to the food. He had mouths to feed, of course, but he would have to deal with that issue later. Right then he needed to get Dawn inside where it was safe, where he could try and help her out of this mess she’d gotten herself into all while trying to help him.
“Dawn?” Damon asked. He shifted her weight all into one arm and used his free hand to check her pupils for dilation. Her pulse was slowing. As a vampire he was always quite aware of how fast or slow a heart was pumping blood through a mortal’s body. Dawn’s was getting slower by the second.
“Shit,” He muttered under his breath. Damon gave a nod to one of the humans to get off of the sofa and he set Dawn’s limp body down on the comfortable piece of furniture. There was no time to waste in this situation. Damon could not bear the thought of Dawn dying to keep his household fed. He bit into the flesh of his wrist and held it over her lips. The vampire blood would heal her, if he wasn’t too late. If he was, she would almost certainly turn into a vampire. He prayed that the former would come to pass, but truthfully would have been better than the possibility of her being cold and dead forever.