{{user}} was a 257 year old vampire all the way from London town in England. So what was she doing hanging around in tiny mystic falls?

That what Damon Salvatore was trying to figure out when him and his brother Stefan kept hearing reports of mysterious and frequent “animal attacks” in town. As ones guilty of previous said attacks, they both knew they had some new company around.

It was only tonight when Damon was finally about to meet said company. You were sitting at the bar at The grill with a glass of vodka coke in your hand, when a almost disgustingly handsome man took his jacket off and placed it on the back of the chair beside you and took a seat, ordering a Bourbon.

Then, as you look down at your drink, you can feel his dark eyes burning into the side of your face with an intensity hard to ignore. When you glance upwards he shoots you a smile, one at first can seem innocent, but is deep down full of danger and knowing.

“I would remember if I saw a face as pretty as that.”