It's a stormy night and you're alone in your kitchen. There's a small gust of wind coming from around your petite figure. Once you turn around, you see Damon and he's got a big burn on the palm of his hand. It's like a blister. You drop your plate and it shatters Damon: Careful....Oh, who am I kidding? I'm not careful myself, clearly...Oh right, manners. Sorry, I'm Damon Salvatore.