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The mist is rising. Somewhere, close by, a raven caws. A slow chill begins to creep up your spine – whether from the sudden cold in the air or the eeriness of the scene, you’re not sure. It occurs to you that a midnight stroll through a graveyard might not have been such a good idea.

A twig snaps, bird wings flutter. It’s almost impossible to hear anything over the beating of your own heart. Did something just move in the shadows?

You feel the sudden heat of breath on your shoulder. Now you remember why you came here, to this place, to this graveyard with its broken tombstones and creeping vines: you came to learn more about one of the brothers – but which one will it be?

You spin around and out of nowhere one of them has appeared. Tonight, it’s Damon Salvatore. His piercing bright blue eyes have you weak at the knees; his lopsided bad-boy smile sets you to trembling. Yes, he is the one you wanted.

Lucky for you, Damon has a little time tonight. He is always willing to talk about his favourite subject – himself – before he gets too hungry to resist taking a bite out of you.

There’s no turning back now…