"You killed a deer." Damon quipped as he looked down at the young girl crouched over the blood mess of a dying deer. Her eyes jerked up to where he stood and she seemed shocked, afraid, calculating? He held his hands up in mock surrender and stood perfectly still. "You can frisk me if it'll make you feel better. I promise I'm a good guy."
Damon frowned down at the deer's body and suddenly something in the room shifted and the deer was gone. He was standing by the edge of his bed looking down at his own body. Everything had been still and quiet until two days ago when she arrived. He brought his eyes to her again and tipped his head curiously.
"Do I know you?" He asked carefully. That was always a dangerous question to ask but something about her was eerily familiar. "I'm sorry how rude of me, I'm Damon Salvatore. I'm normally not this forward, only really I am, but I guess I'm excited that I'm here talking to you. I've been sleeping for ten years."
He brought his eyes back to his own body and wished it had been Stefan or Elena here instead of this stranger. This stranger that he somehow managed to dream hijack. He wasn't quite sure how but he was confident enough to assume it had to do with him consuming the Dreamwalker to protect them. Stefan and Elena.
"No one's ever stayed longer than a few minutes in this lighthouse, you're the first." He finally removed his eyes from the bed and slowly walked away from it before moving to the fireplace which light up as he held his hands out to warm them. The flames were strangely green and blue and almost seemed to be dancing. "You can speak, right?"