“You make a habit of wandering
the streets so late at night? People
tell me it’s not safe.”
“What does it concern you what I am doing?
People’s savety has nothing to do with me. Who are you?”
”Didn’t say it was. Just curious. Haven’t you heard nothing good
happens after midnight?
No one of importance.”
“Do you mind, dude?
I’m trying to eat here
and you’re ruining it.”
"Whoa!" Dean exclaimed, quickly pulling out his gun and pointing it at the male. "Let the girl go. Now.” He hissed, glaring at the vampire.
Damon paused, eyes narrowing at the sight of the gun. Letting out a sigh he let the girl go, watching her fall with a thud to the ground. “You should go before I get really angry.”
"—Did you just insult and compliment me in one go?"
"Yes…yes I did. Got a problem with it?"
"Oh you. Ever the charmer.
This place still sucks.”
“Oh, I know.
But Mystic Falls is your home.”
“Sweetheart, it hasn’t been
my home since 1864.”
“Are you going to try to eat me again?”
❝Nope. I got over that.
Unless you are offering, of course.❞
“Something tells me you’re not out
for a midnight stroll, sister.”
"I have a name and no,I’m not…"
"Everyone has a name genius."
“You should put that down before you
"—I hate people."
"Everything you do is
dark and twisted. Pretty
sure your heart is the same.”
"Careful, Damon, that
sounds an awful lot
like a compliment.”
"I figured if you
started it, I could
at least give you one.”