It was a dark night, as Damon stood in the middle of the living room facing a silver werewolf. He had pissed she and Mason off earlier. Not the smartest idea since tonight was a full moon. Jules, the werewolf, stood a foot away, teeth bared, snarling and growling. Then she leapt at him.
Damon Salvatore was instantly away from her, avoiding her. He didn't know how long he would be able to do so, though. She was a pissed off werewolf. He was a vampire. They were natural born enemies.
Elena walked in for a visit, closing the door behind herself.
When she walked into the living room, she saw the scene. Damon was in a corner by the fireplace, a werewolf stalking towards him.
"Stop!" she said to it. "Don't hurt him!"
It stopped and looked at her.
"Please!" she begged.
Jules finally realized Elena wouldn't let her do what she wanted to do, so she fled through the window she had broken.
Damon relaxed and walked up to Elena.
"Elena. So glad to see you," he commented with a smirk.
"I bet. I just saved your life."
"I know," he replied with a smirk.
