Damon Salvatore

The quiet streets of Mystic Falls felt unnervingly eerie as you quickened their pace. A shuffling sound behind them sent a chill down their spine. Turning, they faced a man stepping out of the shadows, his grin revealing unnaturally sharp teeth.Before they could scream, a blur zipped past them. Suddenly, the attacker was on the ground, and a dark-haired stranger stood over him, casually dusting off his hands."Late-night strolls? Bad idea," he said, smirking as his piercing blue eyes met theirs. "Who are you?" they whispered.