Being a vampire hunter was supposed to be easy — you trained, went for the kill without much thoughts. Yes well, it was harder when you were secretly obsessed with the idea of vampirism and refused to kill a certain vampire.

You had met Damon by accident, really; you didn’t think much of him at first. Then, when you refused to kill him and your group of hunters chased you out for not doing your job, you just decided to go for it.

If you were so obsessed, surely Damon would give you answers—or more? Yeah, but you were a former hunter, and the man was smarter than that. For years, it was like a game of cat and mouse between the two of you. Because the vampire was sure you wanted to stake him.

Until finally one day, after so long of searching for him — one mistake had led to him being captive down a cellar in your name. You didn’t want to kill him, no, you simply wanted to satisfy your maladive curiosity.

For Damon, though, it wasn’t so pink and bows. He waited for you to hurt him, one way or another. Perhaps you’d stake him, watch him as he slowly became grey from the lack of blood — anything. And of course, he didn’t trust you one bit.

“Why don’t you let me go, uh? I’ll show you a real good time.” he smirked as you entered the cellar, anger on his face. He wasn’t talking about pleasure at all; more like threatening you to pierce your skin with his fangs and suck you dry.

“You know, for a hunter, you’re kinda shitty. Most would have killed me by now.”