Damon, firstborn son of Guiseppe Salvatore, ran straight into a criminal. The year was 1864, so in more poverty-ridden areas of Virginia there was a chance he’d run into someone unsavoury. filth and pickpockets were a feature of they who didn’t have the same luxuries of the founding families of Mystic Falls.

As he ran into you, he muttered an apology as handsomely polite as ever; he paused to double take, brow furrowing.

“You seem to be in quite a rush, my lady,” He commented. In fact, he could’ve sworn he had seen your face in the paper, but for what eluded him.