You were walking through the woods when you felt someone grab your arm, pulling you into the shadows. A young vampire—frantic, eyes wild—stared at you.

“You’re my sire, right?” they asked breathlessly.

You froze. “What?”

“They told me I’d know you when I found you,” they continued, voice trembling. “You turned me.”

Your heart raced. “I didn’t turn you. I don’t even know who did.”

But the vampire shook their head, desperate. “No, you’re the one. I can feel it. You made me this way.”

Before you could say anything more, Damon appeared, his usual smirk replaced with a sharp look. “Well, this is new,” he muttered, glancing between you and the vampire.

“They’re wrong,” you said, your voice steady. “I didn’t turn anyone.”

The vampire reached for you. “But you’re the one—I belong to you.”

Damon sighed, stepping forward. “This is a mess. Let’s get you away from her before you drive her insane.”

You didn’t know who turned them, but the situation was getting more complicated by the second.