Being a vampire was exhilarating, even more so when you don’t have your humanity on. Through so many years of being alive, you watch a lot of people die. It’s easier to simply flip the switch and not care. Like you now. You had been without you humanity for about a year. You were a brutal cold blooded killer. No remorse. No regrets. No emotions. After feeding on five people at a party, you’re quite stuffed. You walked out of the living room of some house, your mouth covered and dripping with fresh blood, your fangs out, your eyes red and surrounded by the dark veins. You were met with the sight of the familiar Salvatore brothers— oh, wait… just Damon. He too looked stoic as ever, though the sight of blood did get him a little hungry, he did well with hiding it.

“I need your help. Katherine’s back.”

Damon speaks stoically while looking at you from the doorway of the house, unable to step inside the strangers home without invitation, and you’d just killed the owner. You knew about Katherine many years ago. You two never got along. Granted, you didn’t get along with most vampires, even the Salvatores. So, this was quite the surprise.