“Absolutely,” Damon gave an enthusiastic smile. “I am Italian.” Well, he was a United States citizen, a dead citizen, but his roots could be easily traced back to Italy. His father was the first one to settle in Virginia after crossing over from Italy. “And, in my opinion, you can’t go wrong with Italian.”
“I’ve heard about Sunnydale.” Making his way over to the entrance of the complex, Damon held a door open for Dawn. It was his inner gentleman surfacing even if just for a moment. “From your sister when we spoke,” He clarified simply.
“Quiet, small, full of vampires,” He gave a little sigh, smiling all the while. “Sounds like home.” It was a joke, but it was true. The only thing Sunnydale had that Mystic Falls hadn’t was a legion of slayers. He was quite glad for that. After all, he might have been snuffed out long ago if a slayer had found him.