"He's the devil in disguise
A snake with blue eyes
And he only comes out at night
Gives you feelings that you don't wanna fight
You better run for your life"
In which Evangeline Knight finds herself in the midst of the supernatural world
"He's a cow...
"My little love you, miss you, mean it, Girl, I'll see you when I'm dreamin', I can't wait to feel you hold me again, 'Til then I'll be countin' down the minutes."
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The next night came impossibly quick, a Saturday night, and the sun was almost setting as a knock sounded on Vanna's front door. Her heart pounded as she opened it and saw Damon, he looked a little nicer than usual, and as did she.
His eyes shamelessly raked over her form in the pretty purple dress she was wearing, it was incredibly complimenting to her form and Damon would have no hesitation in telling her that later. "You look beautiful." He told her, his voice filled with curiosity and some form of lust as he stared at her.
______ After getting a light dinner and seeing a trashy movie, the pair found themselves walking down the dimly lit street. Damon, after his somewhat alarming discovery last night, found himself desperate to have any sort of answers about what exactly Vanna was.
The problem being that she just seemed so normal, she didn't have a mysterious aura around her, she didn't act like she was keeping this huge secret. She just seemed like a regular, basic high school girl.
His mind continuously jumped to the conclusion that she was some type of special vampire. He didn't necessarily believe in other types of supernatural creatures, which is reasonable since he never had encountered anything else.
He also examined the possibility that his mind was playing tricks on him, it was very dark when they were together last time. And the stain on his jacket could've already been there, it wasn't as if he often flipped his jacket inside out. Or a pen could've exploded, or maybe he was just seeing what he wanted to see in order to have something interesting going on in his life.
"How's that cut from yesterday?" He asked casually as he walked beside her, and he didn't notice how surprised she looked at the question. He gently lifted up her hand to look at her palm, only to find that there was nothing there.
"What cut?" She asked, her face showing one of unadulterated confusion as she looked up at him.
"Last night," He frowned slightly, he knew he wasn't crazy. "You cut yourself on a nail, it was bleeding." He reminded. That trick might've worked on anyone else, but Damon was too sharp to let this one go.
"Oh, that." She pursed her lips, thinking for a moment. "Um, that was just a little scrape, healed in no time. My mama's got this home remedy that she swears by, works like a charm." She excused.
Her voice was so smooth, so sure of herself. But Damon could hear her heart rate pick up the moment he asked the question. A cut that drips blood doesn't heal in a matter of twenty-four hours, that's just common sense. There was something strange about Vanna, something that you wouldn't notice unless you yourself were aware of the supernatural history of Mystical Falls.
