She immediately drew her bow and pointed it at Damon. He was a vampire. That was one thing she knew above all else. Damon Salvatore was a vampire. So was Stefan and Elena and a few other people that Lucy knew but since childhood it had been drilled into her that vampires weren't to be trusted. A vampire had killed her birth mother. Her birth father had killed her birth mother. Vampires were very very bad.
"You stay where you are," she said to him. Suddenly she felt steadier, like reality snapped back into place like a rubber band. The world had been passing at maddening speeds, dizzying paces followed by slow motion. But now things had snapped back to real time and she was on high alert, muscles taut and tense. She was half transgenic which meant she was more than capable of taking on a vampire. Even an older one.
"I've been training for this my whole life," she informed him and unsure why. She hadn't been training to kill Damon, not specifically. But killing a certain vampire? Yes, she was prepared to do that. She didn't care that it was the vampire that created her. There was a certain poetry to it actually. He had created her and she would destroy him.
There was that growl again and Lucy tightened her grip on the bow. They were suddenly in the top of the watchtower, the room she had made for herself. There was a sleeping bag in the corner with a girl sleeping in it. Lucy realized it was herself sleeping there, twisting and turning in her sleeping bag.
"What the hell is going on?!" she demanded of Damon.