Damon's Point of View
It was 4 in the morning and I was nursing my fourth glass of Bourbon. Why? Well, it's simple really.
That blasted dream.
Again.
I couldn't seem to get rid of it. It has been haunting me for decades now.
The same dream. Every time I fell asleep, I would dream of her. Who she is I don't know. In fact, I don't even what she looks like. The only thing that is clear is her dark brown wavy hair and her amused smile as she looked at me. Those were the only two things I knew about her. Nothing else. Nada.
I even tried to get a few witches to tell me what the hell was going on with me. But every single one of them gave me the same variation of the answer.
You will know when the time is right.
Well, when the hell is the time coming because it has been damn long.
Whatever. I'll think about the mystery dream later.
Right now I need to deal with my slightly unhinged brother who has decided to piss off the most powerful vampire in existence by stealing his so-called precious family.
Uhh. I need another bottle to get through the day.
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