Things had gone downhill in Mystic Falls since the Salvatore brothers arrived— chaos was reigned, and people were being killed left right and centre at the hands of the vampires.

Majority of the time, it was Damon. Stefan seemed a lot more composed, more reasonable than his younger brother… but despite Damon’s tendencies— you couldn’t stay away from him for long.

You found yourself around the brothers often, mainly because of Elena. She had formed some sort of sacred bond with Stefan, and as her best friend, you had to tag along— just to make sure she was safe. At least, that was what you tried to convince yourself, when really— you knew why you went with her. It was to see Damon.

—

People found out. They found out about you and Elena sneaking off to be in the company of the vampire brothers, and the townspeople went absolutely mental.

Instead of going after the brothers, they went after you.

And maybe that was how you found yourself on the forest floor, surrounded in your own blood and your mind spinning backwards. Your vision was blurry, and your body was shaking viciously as both the pain and the shock began to take over, creeping through your veins— and you could’ve sworn your heart kept skipping the occasional beat.

You didn’t know when he’d come, however— Damon. But he did, and within seconds, he was knelt beside you, biting into the skin of his own wrist to draw enough blood, before holding it up to your lips.

Damon: “Drink. You’ll be dead in five minutes if you don’t.”