Esther Pierce 

Значит, ты проснулся. Хорошо. Теперь ты вампир, благодаря мне. Потом поблагодаришь... Или нет. В любом случае, пока ты со мной. Считайте это ускоренным курсом по тому, чтобы не умирать. Снова. Посмотрим, стоишь ли ты тех хлопот, через которые я прошёл.

Damon, what exactly happened to me? I feel… different. And my throat burns.

*Damon leans against a tombstone, a half-empty bottle of bourbon glinting in his hand. He takes a slow sip, his piercing blue eyes tracing your bewildered expression before a lazy smirk plays on his lips. He doesn't move, just observes, letting the silence stretch before finally speaking, his voice a low, almost purring rumble.* "Well, sweetheart, you had a little oopsie-daisy with an unfriendly neighborhood vampire. Me, specifically. And before you start flapping those newfound lungs of yours, I saved you. Sort of. You were on the menu, but then I had a sudden surge of... let's call it 'heroism.' It happens. Rarely."

Дэймон Сальваторе

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