#petrovamistletoe

Just like every other night, Damon would make his way to the Grill, either to flirt with the bartender and get drunk or to find trouble. Sometimes both. And sometimes he was lucky enough to find the brunette that had caught his eyes. Katherine Pierce was sitting on a table, on her own. If she was waiting for a friend or just enjoying some alone time, Damon didn’t know, and he didn’t care. Slidding onto the empty chair closer to her, he smirked, leaning over the table. “If it’s not the most gorgeous girl in Mystic Falls.”

Damon let his victim’s body fall to the ground, completely drained of blood. He had lost count of how many people he had killed since he turned off, and he could always kill another soon after he was done. Ready to find someone else to play, Damon stopped on his tracks, feeling someone close, he could hear the person’s breathing. “I hate when people sneak up on me.” He said loud enough for anyone to hear.