Struggling in the air, James just glared at Damon. Oh. He saw the fangs now but it still didn't register. Or it did and he just didn't care. Vampires weren't real. So clearly he was some freak who had way too much time on his hands and bought fangs and did stupid make up to make himself appear scary.
"Fuck you, freak. Like I'm going to be scared into something by some wanna be vampire? She's a slut, she knows it, I know it, you should know it."
Death wish? Definitely. More like wounded pride and sticking to his guns for the sheer fact that while he was a moron and coward, only picking fights on people he could win, he also didn't back down when he clearly should as if it would make him seem more tough as opposed to idiotic.
As for Galinda, she had no idea what to think or do. She was in a lot of pain. While it had been brief, it had been much more physical than usual. More terrifying because he didn't care where they were, where he hurt her. And his words stung. They always stung. So she just curled up in herself where she was, head bowed. She didn't know what was going to happen. She should stop it. But Damon was already scary and she didn't want to upset him as well.
This was what she got for wanting approval and love. Pain. Was there something so wrong with her that this was what she got? First Fiyero just using her for sex and then James? There had to be. Why else would this keep happening? Beyond the fact that she sought it out in all the wrong places and trusted too easily. That James twisted her enough to think it was true. It had been going on for nearly a year even if she mostly kept quiet about it.
Trembling in the wind, the blond closed her eyes tightly. She just wanted to go home.