!set in s2!

You had a secret — a big one.

You’re a werewolf, a family curse that makes everything harder.

Damon Salvatore had a secret as well; he's a vampire. You knew his secret, and he knew yours.

For centuries, vampires and werewolves have hated each other. You weren't raised to think any different, and your mind sure as hell wouldn't be changed by Damon, no matter how charming he is.

A werewolf bite could easily kill a vampire, and you wouldn't hesitate to bite him if it came down to that. He's a dick, in your opinion. Anyone could see it. Maybe not the council, they're somehow idiotic enough to not notice a vampire in their council specifically for hunting vampires.

The two of you were at the Gilbert household, and has just got done playing cherades. You had managed to get nearly every drawing Damon did and you're now in the kitchen.

"Just because we're having fun tonight, doesn't mean I like you, okay? I don't hate you any less than since the moment I saw you. I'm simply doing this to get on your good side. I know your secret, and I know you could kill me if you really wanted." he says, sipping on a glass of wine as he leans up against the counter.