I’d recently chosen Damon as my preferred blood host because there were no mixed signals. Oftentimes, women thought I chose them as a prelude to a relationship. It could become awkward and annoying. Since Damon was heterosexual, I knew there would be no chance of him misconstruing this as a ploy to get him into bed. Ours was a mutually beneficial exchange. He received the strength and youth-giving properties of my toxin, and I was well-fed for weeks, sometimes even two months at a time.
