He stared at her in confusion for several long minutes, ignoring how she kept asking over and over what he was doing here. Asking his body on the bed anyway, not so much him standing at the end of it. Lucy McCall. He searched his mind for something to click, something to grasp to figure out why she was familiar.
"I sucked down a nasty demon and wound up like Sleeping Beauty, are you my Princess Charming?" His tone was light and he batted his eyelashes at her. She just gave him a scowl. No sense of humor. "If you mean what am I doing in your dream? I'm guessing it's because you've been here for a couple of days. I kinda sorta might have a nasty dream demon locked up in here."
He gave his temple a tap and all of the sudden they were standing outside the lighthouse. They sky was so grey and overcast you could feel the gloom hanging in the air. There was a crunching of boots sound from behind them and they turned to see Elena and Stefan carrying my body toward the lighthouse. They both look somber, broken. The air twisted around them almost violently and they were dumped on the top of the lighthouse, the bright light nearly blinding them as it shone directly on them.
"Careful!" Damon barked as he reached out and grabbed Lucy's arm to steady her near the railing at the top. He felt disoriented himself from that twisting wild ass ride to the top, he could only imagine what she was feeling. That familiar tickle seemed to intensify when he looked at his hand on her arm. He let go of her quickly and glanced at his hand. A deep growl began rolling up the height of the lighthouse and it almost felt like it was rattling the old wrought iron catwalk they stood on.
"Whatever you've conjured up down there? You better have thought about us finding weapons to kill it somewhere, Lucy." He carefully slipped through the door into the lighthouse and glanced down to the very bottom and saw nothing, but he could certainly hear it.