It was a beautiful day, as Damon poured himself a shot glass of Bourbon. Like most vampires, it was his favorite drink. He'd moved back into the Salvatore boarding house. It was his family home, but he also didn't have anywhere else to call home.

Meanwhile, Katherine Pierce had just finished getting ready. Already, for some unknown reason, she wanted to see Damon. She didn't know why, but she already missed him. And since she didn't have anything better to do, she went to see if she could find him. After all, she was already graduated and had the night off. Until she got her life back on track, she was working as a bartender at the Mystic Bar and Grille.

Damon was out and about that night, when he smelled human blood. Then he heard a commotion.

When he found the scene, a girl had been bitten, but he knew it hadn't been him. There was a group of teens trying to help her, but he knew that it was going to be too late. Since the injured wasn't Katherine, he didn't care that she was going to die. However, what he did care about was who did it. He was supposed to be the only vampire in town.