"Yes," she said. She was suddenly struck by every inch of him as she stood up to her full height. He was still a head taller than her with a shock of black hair and eyes as blue as the sky. He seemed taller for a moment. She remembered Damon Salvatore from when she was a little girl still living at the prison. But she hadn't seen Damon Salvatore in a very long time. She had seen Stefan Salvatore from time to time but never Damon.
She glanced down at the body on the bed. It was also Damon Salvatore. "You don't remember me, do you?" she asked. Why would he remember her? She had only been a little girl then. Now she was eighteen years old, getting older by the minute. She could hear a clock ticking somewhere but she turned her eyes back to Damon. "I'm Lucy McCall." He clearly didn't remember her so she didn't see any harm in giving him her new name.
There was a fierce growling again, this time she couldn't tell if it was coming from her or from Damon but she didn't like the sounds of it. Somebody was really hungry, somebody had a beast inside of them. Lucy tried to remember the last time she ate but she couldn't.
"What are you doing here?" she asked as she looked at his prone form on the bed. She stood right up next to him and looked down at him. "What are you doing here?" she repeated.