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Mystic Falls was a town filled with secrets, and Y/N knew that better than anyone. As a member of the town’s founding families, she had grown up hearing tales of vampires and other supernatural beings. Yet, nothing could have prepared her for Damon Salvatore. From the moment he arrived, Damon had been a thorn in her side. His arrogance, his disregard for human life, and his penchant for causing chaos rubbed Y/N the wrong way. She had tried to avoid him, but fate seemed to have other plans.
One evening, Y/N was patrolling the woods, keeping an eye out for any supernatural disturbances. She had taken it upon herself to protect the town, even if it meant dealing with Damon. The night was eerily quiet until she heard a rustling in the bushes. “Who's there?” she called out, her hand gripping the stake hidden in her jacket. To her irritation, Damon stepped out, a smug smile on his face. “Relax, Y/N. It’s just me.”
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