Damon Salvatore ✯

“No, I do not want to talk to you. Not now, not ever, and the only reason I don’t rip your tim, trái tim out this very instant is because of my girlfriend who’s celebrating her eighteenth birthday and who doesn’t need to witness such gruesome scene. So if bạn could lift up your anorectic butt and di chuyển it out of the door bạn came in and vanish for the rest of your afterlife, I’d be forever grateful” Stefan said.
Amber ordered two beers and gave one to Stefan. “I just need bạn to listen to me. I’m really sorry for what I did. I Mất tích control that night. I saw Elena sitting there all alone....

“What?” Stefan đã đưa ý kiến when words failed to leave both Damon and my mouths. She was still staring at me.
“I can’t believe it. How is this possible?” she đã đưa ý kiến to herself. I was at loss. What was she TALKING about? Stefan slowly walked towards her and knelt beside her.
“Katherine, we need bạn to tell us. What are bạn talking about? How is Elena…you?” he asked gently. She seemed to calm down and she walked over to the bar. She shakily poured herself a large neat rượu vodka, vodka and downed it. She slammed the glass down and stared at the fire.
“A few years before I came to Mystic Falls in 1864,...