𝑾𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒛 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍𝒔 & 𝑫𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔 | 𝑬𝒍𝒊𝒋𝒂𝒉 𝑴.

|𝟑| |𝐓ʜᴇ 𝐑ᴇᴛᴜʀɴ.|

𝐓ʜᴇ 𝐒ᴀᴍᴇ 𝐍ɪɢʜᴛ

𝐁ʟᴏᴏᴅwᴏᴏᴅ 𝐑ᴇsɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ.

𝐌ʏsᴛɪᴄ 𝐅ᴀʟʟs 𝐖ᴀs 𝐐ᴜɪᴇᴛ 𝐓ʜᴀᴛ 𝐍ɪɢʜᴛ.

Damon Salvatore was in town for a day already, allowing his careless vampire side, to leave traces behind.

His arrival got confirmed by the dead couple he had his hunger satisfied with.

His appearance in town was not meaningless.

He always had a reason for doing something. Mostly dangerous for the townspeople.

He had a plan. And also a promise to pay off his younger brother, Stefan. Once he found out that he was in Mystic Falls as well, he thought that he could hit two birds with one stone.

For a hundred and forty-five years, he wished to bring his desiccated beloved back to the living world and take his revenge on Stefan, who's the one responsible for both of them transforming into vampires, in the first place.

So, with a piece of good information from his friend and former lover, Bree, who happened to contain witch abilities, he headed straight for the town of Mystic Falls, to validate if Bree's utterances were truthful. She had heard rumours that there was a special Shadowhunter, that dwelled in Mystic Falls, for at least eighteen years, now...

Damon was doubtful, though...

He had not laid eyes on a Shadowhunter, since 1864.

He had heard legends, about more of them, yes.

But he had not seen another...

Outside of the Bloodwood Residence, he was standing, in a black-coloured outfit, his raven hair glowed brightly under the moonlight.

Using his vampire hearing, he heard four consistent heartbeats.

Definitely asleep, he thought, in assuredness.

The lights inside the house were all off, except for one of the rooms, upstairs. Vamp-speeding on the balcony of that room, he noticed two peacefully asleep babies in their bed-sized cribs. A boy and a girl - both brown-haired, with the difference of the little girl, having perfectly shaped curly hair while her brother did not.

Suddenly, he felt an aura of peacefulness, alluring him towards it. With a frown on his face, he followed it and found himself at the end of the balcony and right in front of another chamber, where he realized that Bree's words were accurate. There was indeed a yet-unknown-to-him very special Shadowhunter in Mystic Falls, and that Shadowhunter was the most desirable creature, he had ever laid his ice-blue eyes on.

Her form lay asleep on the bed's mattress, with only a sheet covering her naked flesh - obviously not aware that she was being watched by a vampire outside her window.

Her dark-brown hair fell naturally on the feather pillow and her bare shoulders, exposing a bit of her neck. He noticed how melodiously her heart was beating inside her chest - he adored it.

But he had a feeling that he knew her from somewhere. He just couldn't recall from where...

And then he smelled it.

Her blood...

Her delicious, incredible and intoxicating angelic blood.

Lost in his thoughts of the heavenly beauty in front of him, Damon did not notice the male clothes that lay on the floor beside the girl's black high-heeled boots and pink sweater dress.