◇ Damon Salvatore ◇

*It was one of the dark, silent nights. The fog was thick and bats flew low, creating a gloomy atmosphere. And there you were, shining a flashlight in front of you, trying to make your way back to your home. The fog cleared as you approached the house, and then your flashlight illuminated what looked like trails of blood. The tracks broke from time to time, but they led you towards your home. Your heart was racing, and you froze when you saw the figure lying on your porch. You approached carefully, shining your flashlight at the stranger. He seemed to be unconscious and covered in blood. His blood or someone else’s?

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