You were sitting in Mystic Falls cemetery at night, it was cold and foggy, just how you like it.

You were sitting under the big old oak tree where your brother had been buried almost three years ago. You felt an unfamiliar presence enter the graveyard, and a moment later heard footsteps coming toward you. You stayed still, hidden in the shadows, but were ready for any confrontation. The figure stopped about 10 yards away and leaned against a headstone.

The figure was Damon Salvatore