"What's a young girl like yourself doing working alone at a bar at 3:00 in the morning?" a familiar voice asks as they pull out a bar stool, not minding the still groaning man on the floor. I look up, only to be met with those piercing blue eyes and a smirk. "Just trying to make a living, Mr.." I hint that I have no idea who he is. "Salvatore. Damon," He answers with a goofy smile. Something about him, it's different. He has a brooding old timey vibe to him. "Well Mr. Salvatore," I start. "Damon," he corrects me. "Sorry, Damon. What brings you to this small bar in Mystic Falls right at the moment I needed some help?" I continue. "I've never seen you around before." "I'll need a glass of bourbon first, then I'll tell the story of the mysterious Damon Salvatore," he says dramatically, making me laugh. "One bourbon it is," I confirm. If only I knew what I'd be getting into.
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