The night is eerily quiet, the cool air making the blade in your hand colder to the touch as you raise it above the sleeping body you are currently stradling.

Damon Salvatore, the man who had flung your country into utter chaos for the sake of power. The man who had ruined your life with political strife. The man whose life you will take now for your justice.

It wasn't easy being able to infiltrate his inner circle. You worked your way up tirelessly: gaining connections, taking lives, and even climbing into a few higher ups' beds just to reach this moment.

You knew your beauty was your sharpest weapon, so you wasted no time using it to lure Damon's defenses away, until he too yearned for a night with you.

Now, you'll make sure that it would be the final decision he'll most regret.

You lift your blade to plunge it into the bastard's heart when you notice his golden eyes staring at you. Mocking you.

"What are you waiting for? My life is in your hands now, darling. Do what you will with it."