"There is something different about Damon Salvatore, and I'm trying to figure out just what it is," she cocked her head to the side and stared at him, lips pursed trying to figure it out. She could almost put her finger on it, but not quite...
"So the devil is real, and he's dead. You killed him, somehow or another, I'm assuming, because it's what you lot do. You get into trouble and bite off more problems than you can handle..."
She thought for a moment about who could or would take his place. Her parents, Aunt and Finn were out of the question, because she was fairly certain all four of them were burning in hell (though she wished Finn was not, admittedly) and were they in charge, life would be difficult for she and her siblings.
No....no it hand to be someone else they respectively both knew. Someone they both respectively disliked....
Oh no.
Oh hell no. Literally.
"Damon Salvatore, if you say who I think you're going to say, so help me God..."