Damon pinched the bridge of his nose, rubbing a hand over his face. He'd debated going to find Elena, but Stefan had made him promise to wait until they figured out how to tell her that he was back before he went off to find her. So here he sat, waiting for a blonde vampire to come find him. Stefan had sent her a text to come meet him, and instead she was going to find him.

Both he and his brother had agreed not to tell them what happened with Bonnie. As far as they knew, Bonnie had passed on, she was at peace, and quite honestly he hoped that she had. He raised a brow as he caught sight of Caroline pacing the park by the fountain. He let out a breath, and pushed off of the wall he had been sitting on.

"Hello, draculina," he remarked as he stepped up behind her, the usual snark in his voice at the nickname. It had started out as an insult and had grown over time to an affectionate term.