Damon's POV, 1864

Stefan's eyes lingered on the unnamed individual, she was a beauty - not compared to Y/n, she was blinding, words just could not describe the way I would see her. Stefan had taken a few steps towards her and placed his lips against her hand as the introduced themselves, I taught him well. I rushed back inside the abode and searched for Y/n.

"The rumour of the woman coming here? Not a rumour, I believe she is standing outside." I rushed and stumbled over my words as I spoke to the true beauty in front of me. Her expression was baffled as she rushed outside to do her job, I guess us leaving for good may have to be postponed. The thought made my face drop, I can't handle being here anymore.

------------- present

I laid on the road, awaiting my next victim. The fresh bottle of bourbon in my hand refreshed my brain, I was just like my father, I just hope I get to see her again. If she was to learn about my long past, I'm sure she will be angry with me -she'll understand though, I'm sure of that. I took the last swig of bourbon and threw it in some thoughtless direction as I could hear a car approaching, taking my spot once again I stayed completely still. 

Just sometimes, I feel as if I get just a whiff of her old perfume with the breeze in the air, almost as if time is taunting me with my past. If only I could just see her now so I can explain all my wrongs and apologise for everything. 

The car approached me, getting more hungry each cm the car got closer I patiently waited for them to get out of the car, the hunger compelling me. The car door opening and the sound of shoes hitting the floor, hesitant steps.

"...Damon?"

SHORT CHAPTER BUT I SAW A PLACE TO PUT A CLIFF HANGER AND TOOK IT, IM SORRY :,)