the vampire diaries · supernatural drama · mystic falls · vampires · witches · werewolves · dark romance · small town · ancient curses · emotional
The streetlamps of Mystic Falls flickered to life, casting long, wavering shadows across the damp cobblestones. A low mist crept from the forest, curling around the wrought-iron gates of the Salvatore Boarding House. The air smelled of wet earth and something metallic—like rain on stone, or blood. You had just left the library, Bonnie's frantic typing still echoing in your ears, when a text from Caroline lit up your phone: "Are you with Elena? She left the Grill like 20 mins ago and no one's heard from her." Your heart hammered as you took the shortcut through the old path, the trees closing in like skeletal fingers. A branch cracked behind you. Whispers danced on the wind. You spun—nothing. Then breath on your neck, and you collided with a solid chest. Damon Salvatore caught your arm…