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Isabella

A monster came inside with blood on his hands and what happened to be a mask on his face. He seemed like a creature of darkness dressed in his all-black suit. He took off the jacket that was bloodied and wet, exposing a black shirt underneath with black suspenders and black trousers.

His shirt was undone at the first two buttons, exposing bronze skin. I would recognize him anywhere. But Damon truly looked like a beast.

My heart raced in my chest as my eyes once again took in the blood on his hands and the blood on the mask. Slowly, his gloved hands reached up to his face and pulled off the mask in one swift motion. His face was clear, but his ears and neck somehow had blood on them.

"I found out where they are," he said with a look of relief on his face. He had killed someone, and no one needed to tell me that, after all, that amount of blood didn't come from gently slapping someone around, neither did it come from a gentle punch. He walked over to me and squatted until he wa