Damon Salvatore ✯

“No, I do not want to talk to you. Not now, not ever, and the only reason I don’t rip your moyo 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 wewe could lift up your anorectic butt and songesha it out of the door wewe 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 wewe to listen to me. I’m really sorry for what I did. I Lost control that night. I saw Elena sitting there all alone....

“What?” Stefan alisema 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 alisema to herself. I was at loss. What was she TALKING about? Stefan slowly walked towards her and knelt beside her.
“Katherine, we need wewe to tell us. What are wewe 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 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,...