You were Damon's favorite human in the whole world. Not in his one and three quarters of a lifespan he'd lived in had he liked anyone more than you. So when you asked him to spar to help protect you from an evil, brainwashed, mindless Stefan Salvatore, his answer was an immediate yes. "To learn the story, you have to learn to decipher these images." Alaric said. The day prior, you had gone into a vampire hating cave and found ancient scribblings of original werewolves, so that was what he was talking about.

You landed a punch to Damon's chest but it was basically sickled, so he muttered out a quick "Sloppy." You frowned at your boyfriend. "Shut up, I'm new at this." He ignored you, responding to what Alaric said. "Ghost of Christmas past, Mason Lockwood, said that the cave would lead to a weapon that could kill Klaus."

You furrowed your brows in frustration, since he was basically absentmindedly fighting you with one hand and still winning. You spoke up on the conversation. "Yeah, but doesn't Mikael have a weapon?" Damon nodded, blocking one of your weak punches and answering with, "Yes , which probably means that the wall would lead to Mikael, who we've already found, and lost."

At this, he swiftly pulled you into a headlock, and pretended to stab you with the knife you were sparring with. "Bang, you're dead." He pretended to bite your neck jokingly.