You had been best-friends with Damon’s brother, Stefan since forever. You were well known for being a Mikaelson witch.

You and Damon had hated each other since you’d known him, there was always tension between the two of you.

You, Stefan and the rest of your friends were at the Mystic Falls High School decade dance.

You go outside to get some fresh air, leaning against the wall, when a sudden whoosh goes past you.

“Little Witch.” You hear that annoying voice, Damon.