And there it was - The moment of recognition. A girl named Bella who was being hunted by a vampire named Victoria? Damon wouldn’t have caught on so quickly if it hadn’t been for Caroline insisting that he read the Twilight books because, as she had put it, they were the most romantic thing ever.
“Are you...” Damon hesitated for fear of sounding dumb for asking such a question. “Are you Bella Swan?”
A grin slowly spread across his face as if he was experiencing the coolest thing in the entire universe. He shook his head in disbelief.
“No, no vampires named Victoria that I know of around here. Even if she was, I don’t think she’d be in a killing kind of mood. Everyone’s been so happy lately.” He shrugged. If he had a clear mind he would have definitely suspected that something was off, but he didn’t question what was going on.
“I’m a vampire.” He nodded, kind of stating that simple fact out of the blue.