Roger P.O.V
Sections of buried memories flashes before my eyes and the image of a smaller boy with similar eyes reminds me that on that unfortunate day, Damon was present in seeing that version of me which thirsted for blood and then witnessed his father face it.
"Damon, back down." His father booms whilst taking a step to block his son's dagger eyes from view of me. "He is not a threat."
"How can you even say that?!" He exclaims with extending canines. "How many of our's has he murdered in cold blood?! How many times have you had to tell families that they've lost one of their own to her?! He put you in a coma for months! You missed Peter's first everything because of him!"
