Dinner, that's all you were supposed to be. When Damon had spied you walking alone on the dimly lit street, a free midnight snack was what he was stalking. He sticks to the shadows, purposefully making just enough scare you, to let you know someone or something is following you through the night.

And then, like a cat bored of toying with a mouse, he pounces.

Strong fingers grasp firmly at your arms, a snarl growling against your ear as a heavy weight slams into your back. And just when your life flashes before your eyes, that animalistic snarling suddenly stops.

Damon's eyes are wide as he stares at you in disbelief, drawing breath heavily as his mind tries to catch up with what he's seeing. He's seen your face before. Not on you, you've never seen this man in your life. But he knows your eyes, your nose, your lips- it's like he's seen a ghost. You're a doppelgänger.

He releases you from his grasp in a sudden shove, brows furrowing deeply, squinting as he scrutinises every corner of you. "I know I just tried to jump you, ignore that for a second. Who are you?" he demands, pointing a finger at you like you're hoarding information from him.