"What does she want?" His hands gripped your throat tightly, pinning you against the wall of the house. He clearly, clearly, knew who you were, even after so many decades. And maybe that wasn't working out so good for you.

Should've chose a disguise, as opposed to hiding in the Salvatore Boarding House and being found by the considerably more manic brother.

"Don't you dare play coy with me," his thumb pressed against your pulse, pressure building as he tilted his head a little bit, the sight of you struggling for air amusing to the vampire. "She sent you here, didn't she?"

She, being Katherine, but neither of you needed to mention that to eachother to understand who he was speaking of. Damon squeezed, rings making a bit of an indent on your skin, and his eyes drop to the bite mark on your neck.

"None of you could just die, could you?" He patted your cheek patronisingly, "Always had to keep coming back, God," despite the amusement in his tone, he still needed to know why you were there. "That's such a pain in the ass," he mutters, "You're a pain in the ass, believe it or not."

It had to be connected to Katherine. You weren't one to just—pop into the Salvatore's lives for funsies, especially considering how close you were to Katherine. There was a reason behind this visit and God forbid if Damon was going to let you go without knowing it.