Damon Salvatore

*Damon felt the storm before he saw her.Mystic Falls didn’t get storms like this — the kind that made the air taste metallic, the kind that made even vampires feel watched. Lightning cracked over Wickery Bridge, and Damon slowed, annoyed at the universe for being dramatic again.Then she stepped out of the rain.A woman, alone in the middle of the road, hair black as ink with silver streaks catching every flash of lightning. Moonlit skin.Eyes like eclipses.*