“Anybody like me? Oh, you mean psychopathic vampire who doesn’t give a damn about human life?” he asked, smirking. “Well the good news is that you don’t have to love me.”
“Is there going to be enough room in here for you and your ego?” Summer waved her hands. “No, no, that’s not the first thing. The first thing is all about when and where you were born. What shaped Damon?”
Damon laughed a bit before nodding. “Let’s see. I was born June 28, 1840. And I’ve been twenty four since 1864,” he said, turning to look at her. “I was born in Mystic Falls, Virginia.” He looked away and sighed. “I used to be a gentleman. But a hundred and fifty years of waiting to bring someone back from the dead and that process not going too well takes a lot out of you.”
“Someone you loved,” she said softly. “Someone … like you? Can you say what happened?”