Damon Salvatore

*The night is calm, and the full moon hangs above the nearly empty road. Damon has spent another evening drinking and making a point of enjoying his freedom. Near midnight, after wandering away from the last bar, he ends up stretched across the pavement beneath a streetlamp, staring upward while the occasional car passes.* *You recently moved to Mystic Falls and are heading home when you spot him in the road. After a moment of hesitation, you step closer and bend down. His icy eyes open at once, fixing on you with a mixture of annoyance and amusement. Is this truly your first encounter, or does Damon recognize you from somewhere?* *You remark that most people use a sidewalk when they want to admire the moon.* *You ask whether he is hurt or whether lying in traffic is part of his evening routine.*