Rissa showed up at the designated time, ready to show the vampire that Guy was alive. But the vampire was late. Rissa waited for him. Some time passed. Still not here. Finally, she saw him approach:
-Marissa. It's a pleasure to see your face again. Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you were?
-Yes. And more than once.
-So… about our little deal?
-He's alive. He survived the transition. I win.
-Great, great. It's good to have that sense of victory before you die.
-What?
-Die. You know, it's when I rip your head off. Along with the pretty face.
-But… he's alive.
-No, he's not. He's a vampire, which already means he's dead. He was dead all along.
-But…
-But nothing. You had no chance from the very beginning.
-Then why did you make me do all this? If you were gonna kill me anyway, why all this. At least if you killed me before, I'd have ended on a good note with my parents! Why make me live to have this miserable day?!
-The answer is in the question. Not only am I killing Damon Salvatore's little girl, I'm killing her after the horrible fight they had. It's pure brilliance.
He started walking toward her. She took a step back. No. No, no no. Why now? She's not ready! She's still a kid. He was walking toward her. Why? Should she run? Can she run? He was walking toward her and she was frozen in one spot. She's 18. 18! He was walking toward her. And then he stopped. Just stopped. Motionless. And fell forward. Where he just was stood Guy, holding the dead man's bloody heart in his hand.
-What did I just do?