Sam watched the emotions slide over her face, similar to the ones he'd seen from Rebekah that first night, but stronger, more of them and the fear seemed more real. He waited, let her work it out, and when she said 'murdered', all of his protective instincts fired at once. Because... Jess.

"Murdered," he said repeated tightly, anger flowing through him like a current. "My first girlfriend..." Sam shook his head. "I'm sorry, Caroline. That shouldn't have happened to you." He couldn't change it, but if he could, he would hunt the vampire that had turned her and rip their head off. As steadily as he could, he asked, "Do you need to feed now?" Because that was what he could do for her.