Damon had been doing good with keeping thoughts of the huntress out of his head. She was dead he had kept telling himself, but then again half of the residents of Mystic Falls and New Orleans had once been dead too. If they could come back couldn’t she? It had been easier to be on the run from Rayna before. He could up and leave and no one would care, or at least that’s what he was able to tell himself. He had only him to worry about then. Now, thanks to his selfishness, his children could end up possible targets to a hunter like her. All those thoughts were laying heavy on the Salvatore’s mind today. He had gotten though some time at work before every footstep he heard behind him made him turn just to make sure it wasn’t her. He grabbed a bottle of bourbon and left. He took to the woods, not too deep into them, and sat down under a tree. He needed to get a grip on his current reality. He was let being hunted, and his kids were safe. He took a long swig and sighed.
