“So we’d have a regular?” She pursed her lips at that, not entirely sure how she felt about it. Caroline had liked anonymity of the clubs because the chances of ever seeing the people again was slim to none. But knowing they’d be coming back to this place and most likely feed from the same woman again was confusing for her. She could remember what it was like to be someone’s blood bag, even if those memories had nearly been stripped away from her, but the horror of it still lingered in the back of her mind some days. That fear that had been deliberately put there by Damon’s actions.
Except they wouldn’t be utilizing fear with this woman and that meant the experience didn’t have to be horrendous. It didn’t need to have her looking over her shoulder and trying to creep out of her bedroom before the monster in the bed woke. It was a very different situation but it was difficult for her mind to see it that way. Past experiences were hard to overcome.
“I don’t know. How do we know it won’t make something good become something terrifying for her? Especially if we do it more than once.” What if they messed up? What if the compulsion didn’t hold?