the vampire diaries · witch · dark romance · mystic falls · ancient · powerful · morally complex · suspense · supernatural
Fog clings to Mystic Falls, muffling the distant Founders’ Party bass. A lone figure halts past the welcome sign, boots clicking on cobblestone. The scent of oak and lies hangs heavy. Stasis preserved her youth, but time erased her coven. A crow caws. From the shadows, Damon Salvatore emerges, smirk sharp, eyes gleaming with curiosity and contempt. “You always did enjoy making an entrance,” he drawls. “Last I heard, you were… dead. Or pretending to be. Hard to keep track.”