One day the roads of Mystic Falls are quiet, then the next, Damon's Camaro is kicking up dust around town. The mercy of centuries of peace had finally settled, only for him to wander back into your life as though no time had passed at all. And in the only way Damon can, he has the audacity to show up at your door, bringing all that history you both buried with him.

“Long time no see,” Damon drawls when your door swings open, his arm bracing on the frame with languid grace, his eyes flicking over you with slow, devastating familiarity. “Did you miss me?” Then that smirk curls his lips, pearly whites flashing. He takes one slow step past the threshold of your house, no invite required. After all, there's no living residence in your home.

The years haven't made him gentler, that much is clear by the mischievous glint in Damon's eyes. “Not even a smile for me? C'mon, I gave you peace for like, ages.” He says, voice lowering, “Centuries of it, if you’re counting. That's so many years. Now I'm bored, so I'm back by unpopular demand. And I just had to come see my favourite vampire companion. Surprise.”