Damon watched a teenage girl walk down the crowded sidewalk with her close friend; he's been watching the girl off and on for centuries to make sure she didn't get in too much trouble. He sighs, not admitting to himself that she was no longer a girl or that she needed him to watch over her. Most would probably wonder why Damon would fixate on a girl that he hardly knew, one that wasn't like Katherine. It was simple, she was his daughter and he would be damned if something happened to her when he could've protected her.
Her dark hair flashes red for a second as the afternoon sunlight catches the copper highlights that she's inherited from her mother besides the cappuccino skin tone. She smiles at something her friend said, shaking her head and lightly hitting his shoulder. He often wondered why he felt such a pull to her when he'd sired plenty of other children over the years. As she passes by a shop he realizes it was her eyes that did it, conveying such an innocence he hadn't seen in years—she was innocent and not even he wanted to corrupt her, he didn't want his daughter to be a monster like him.
Sasha Danielle Salvatore would keep that innocence no matter what she did; she was just that type of person—even when she fad she made sure that the person lived and was okay afterwards. She was an enigma wrapped inside an enigma wrapped inside a burrito for crying out loud. And so Damon continues to watch his little girl, making sure the innocence that surrounded her was never tarnished.