Damon Salvatore

Bonnie stared at her nails. They had bits of Damon’s flesh underneath them. “Damn it, I just had my nails done” she muttered. She looked at Damon’s hurt face. “I hope te understand I have to do this. I could’ve taken down all vampires, but instead I focused on te only. te should be grateful for the rest of your kind”
“Thanks” Damon mumbled sarcastic, but it was good enough for Bonnie.
“Hmm” she said, più to herself than to Damon. “Stefan left me some vervain to help me keep te in check”
Stefan, Damon thought, when I die (he was certain he would) I will haunt you...