[Damon wasn't exactly looking for a snack at the moment. Fun, yes, but a snack? Well, if someone started spurting blood in front of him, maybe he'd stop and have a taste. But Damon also fed well; either by taking long swallows from a lot of sources, or draining someone dry, which filled him up good. Not that he couldn't glut if he wanted to, but there was no reason to at the moment. So he wasn't especially hungry in any way other than that faint tickle in the back of his throat that was always there. He usually numbed it easily with something alcoholic, but he hadn't found a bar yet. That's what he'd been out looking for.
He wasn't bleeding anymore; the cut healing almost as quickly as it had been made, but Jonathan might hear him if he listened. He had a heartbeat, but it beat at a quarter the speed of a human's. A slower, deeper 'tha-thump'. He wasn't sure if the other vampire was still chasing him or not, but he'd stopped moving in a blur and was now casually strolling down the street, whistling and looking for something to catch his attention.]
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He wasn't bleeding anymore; the cut healing almost as quickly as it had been made, but Jonathan might hear him if he listened. He had a heartbeat, but it beat at a quarter the speed of a human's. A slower, deeper 'tha-thump'. He wasn't sure if the other vampire was still chasing him or not, but he'd stopped moving in a blur and was now casually strolling down the street, whistling and looking for something to catch his attention.]