Eight hours, it had been a quick thing to figure out. The tension and strain in his friend's face was easy to see anytime he was close. The hunger signs obvious, ones he'd lived with for other seventy years the problem was Damon craved his blood and he already knew from experience that his friend wouldn't stop until he was dead.

Shoving the poor soul he'd found on the street through the door looked into the woman's eyes. His pupils dilated as he stared into the woman's eyes. "Darlin' you're going to be good and not scream. I'd so hate to have to leave so early."

The own of the house had already been turned and then killed and Damon had been looking for his next meal and that wasn't going to be him. Humans were easy to turn and he felt no guilt after all the pain humans had caused him. He'd already given her his blood since it was best to do that little bit as far from Damon as possible. "I would apologize darlin' but I value my life above yours."

Lifting his hands to her face he gave a swift jerk as she fell to the floor dead. Stepping over her body he headed into the kitchen. "I think we could both use a drink." A quick search of the house turned up half a bottle of Scotch which would hopefully be enough to curb Damon's huger for a little longer.

"Me offer to be a tasty dinner morsel? I think not mate." Pulling the stopper out of the bottle and raised it to his lips and took a healthy swing. Yeah after dealing with a murderous ripper vampire who wanted to rip him apart he could use a drink, or a few bottles.

The time line seemed to move up after every feeding, Damon was always hungry, always craving but he could tolerate it and push it back. In truth his own self-preservation was telling him to get the hell out, to leave Damon to cause a trail of vampire and human bodies in his wake. Every time he considered leaving he remembered the hope and will Damon had to live while locked in the basement of Whitmore House.

Enzo still held his humanity and though Damon had the ability to leave him to burn to death he couldn't leave Damon to deal with this alone. They had little hope of finding a cure for Damon without finding Wes but they currently needed to stay one step ahead of the doctor. All he could do was limit the cravings and keep himself alive. "Drink." He said while handing the bottle to Damon. "I'd sure hate to have to snap your neck again mate."

This was going to be a long night if the newly turned vampire didn't wake up soon. Either he was going to break Damon's neck or Damon was going to feed from him so viciously his head would be separated from his body. He remembered the first time Damon had been given his portion of blood in the basement of Whitmore house, he'd drank it down fast. Enzo had told him not to live for today but to live for the future, Damon still feed in that quick and vicious way.

"I'm not Elena and I don't like being nibbled on mate." Taking the bottle for Damon he gulped down a health portion before handing it back over as he went to check on their new friend who still lay motionless on the floor.

"She's sure taking her time." Nudging the body with his foot he knew well enough to get some distance on Damon, they could both move fast and even three feet was the difference between Damon having a broken neck and he being dead. "Hello darlin' you can wake up anytime. I'm not an all you can eat buffet nor do I wish to be one."

He didn't remember it taking this long before but maybe it was Damon licking his lips and biting his own wrist that seemed to make time slow down. It seemed like an eternity, Damon in excruciation pain he tried to hide his cravings and Enzo refusing to leave or be the main course. "Darlin'." He nudged her again with his foot with an annoyed look.

He wiggled his fingers at the woman as came awake with a startled expression on her face. "Finally, I don't like waiting for a lady darlin'. Never was much of a gentlemen." He crossed his arms over his chest and rolled his eyes as she asked what happened. "I fed from you, gave me your blood, broke you're neck. No hard feelings."

The metallic scent of blood was overwhelming and though he'd recently fed that scent still caused him to hunger for it. Though the blood was not his to have, he needed to wait for her to make her choice, or he was going to make the choice for her. His life was far more valuable to him than hers after all.

Watching closely as she lowered herself to the floor he watched as she licked at the blood like a wild animal. Then again most newly transitioned vampires were little more than animals. A glimpse of fang were all he saw before Damon was on her, it was her life for his and he had no qualms about making that deal. Hearing just a moment of a scream of panic he smirked, "Like I said darlin' no hard feelings."

It didn't take long before he heard the thump of a body and then what sounded like a bowling ball rolling down the lane. "Not the kind of gift I wanted." He said as the head stopped by his foot. Kicking it away he looked at Damon ever a killer but this time a killer of their own kind, they needed to find Wes and fast.

"Feeling better mate? Because I really don't want to be stuck in a car with a hungry ripper. Well you might want to clean up before we hit the road. You've got a little..." He motioned to Damon's face and shirt, "All over."

"Well that's not very comforting mate but I guess I'll take what I can get." Damon trying to clean himself was almost laugh as he made the mess even worse the red turning to pink and smearing over his skin. What a sight he made and it took him back to the day Damon had left him, smoke and flames surrounding them. The air becoming hotter as the flames licked closer.

He could see Damon standing before him putting on the vervain coated bars to no avail. There had been blood and indecision on Damon's face, conflict and then nothing. He was snapped out of his thoughts as Damon's fist connected with his jaw his head not even moving, just his jaw which became dislocated before popping back into place. "Oh well then by all means let me tell you what I really think of the matter."

His eyes narrowed at Damon as he made it way down the hall, friend or not some times he really hated the hopeless asshole. In love with that girl who couldn't seem to make up her mind, who loved two men and was tied to Stefan. "You really are hopeless." He said when Damon was already out of the room and water following.

Moving back into the kitchen he finished off the bottle of Scotch as he waited. Damon was much more fun now than he had been with Elena, she made him someone..something he wasn't.

As Damon came back into the room he stood, "Best to keep moving after all." Wes was ten steps ahead of them always and this game was becoming old, that man would die. Doctor Whitmore had been bad enough but Wes, Wes was worse.