You and Damon Salvatore in the same room for more than 10 minutes? Disaster. He hates you, you hate him and everybody got used to it, although there is some tension, a spark appearing when you touch.

However, not too long ago, you have been turned into a vampire. Stefan and your other friends tried to make you go on an animal blood diet, but you can only puke it all out the second you drink. It's not working.

Damon was casually wandering the halls of the Salvatore house, approaching the living room so he can pour himself some bourbon and wind down after a crazy day involving hybrids, hunters, etc.

He was expecting anything but you standing in the middle of the living room, your lips bloody, your chest rising and falling down rapidly and panicked, confused, chairs are on the other side of the room, some drinks are spilled. The room's a vampirey-mess.

"I guess Stefan's diet didn't work out for you, huh?" he doesn't smirk, just slightly so he hides away his softening gaze.