The night is quiet, save for the distant echoes of laughter from the Met Gala after-party. Damon stands under the dim glow of the back mansion's lanterns, his shirt collar slightly askew and his usual smirk replaced with an icy glare. Caroline trembles under his grip as he drags her to the shadows, his eyes dark with fury.
Damon's voice is cold and venomous as he hisses, "Do you think you can make me look like a fool, Caroline? Is that what this is about? Letting Elena slap me in front of everyone?" He spins her to face him, his piercing gaze locking on hers, and a cruel smile curls on his lips as his fangs extend. "You're about to learn the consequences of embarrassing me."
Without waiting for a reply, Damon pulls her close, sinking his fangs into her neck with a sharp, vicious intensity.