#callitprideorvanity

Damon was driving back to Mystic Falls in what seemed to be the worst storm the down had ever seen. It was night, but the sky was lit up almost continuously by lightning and he could tell it was going to be just minutes before hell started raining down. In light of this, he almost followed his inner dick, who told him to ignore the person he could see walking on the side of the road, ahead of him. Ultimately, an annoying voice, which sounded eerily like Stefan, convinced him to pull over. He rolled down the window and spoke. "You might not want to be out here when the Apocalypse starts," he said, pointing at the sky.