Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters they belong to Joss Whedon and the CW.
Spoilers: Takes place after season 7 of BtVS and somewhere in the middle of The Vampire Diaries season 1.
Faith climbed out of her car and took in the sight of the Salvatore boarding house with a frown. Years ago when she had first met Stefan Salvatore he had tried to describe his home to her but he hadn’t even come close to doing it justice. She sighed as she pulled her suitcase and duffel out of her trunk, leaving her chest of weapons for her to grab later.
She frowned seeing two cars sitting in front of the house; an SUV and a blue 66 mustang convertible that she stroked lovingly as she walked by it.
She paused in front of the door, thinking that maybe she should have gone with her first instinct and called before just showing up. But then again it was nothing for her to just show up wherever Stefan happened to be staying at the time or for him to do the same to her. They had bunked together many times in the past. Stefan was one of the few that she would actually call a friend.
He was also one of the rare guys she hadn’t at least tried to sleep with at least once. Not that she didn’t find him attractive with his chiseled features, James Dean hair, and piercing eyes it was hard not to. In fact she thought he was fucking hot, but with his tendencies to brood he reminded her a little too much of Angel. So when they were together she did her best not wonder what he would look like naked.
As she reached to ring the bell, the front door swung open to reveal a dark haired man standing at about 5ft 9in with what had to be the most beautiful blue eyes she had ever seen and a smirk on his face that said he damn well knew how hot he was.
“Well, hello and who might you be?” He said leaning casually against the door.
It took Faith a few seconds to process the family resemblance and why he would feel perfectly at ease with opening the door. In another second she had dropped her bags and kicked him with enough force to send him flying down the hallway. When he tried to get back up he found a boot at his throat that he couldn’t remove no matter how hard he tried.
Damon stopped struggling when he saw her pull out a stake, from her attack and the amount of strength she seemed to have there was no doubt in his mind that she knew how to use it.
Brown eyes met blue before she demanded, “Where the hell is Stefan?”
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