The president hired Damon to catch this supposed vampire that has been torturing the people of this city, bleeding them dry and even leaving tormenting messages on the walls with the victims blood. It was horrible. But it’s something Damon could fix. Until he couldn’t. He saw his own true love, his wife, his everything, drinking a vial of blood, confirming it that she was indeed the vampire. He loved her so much he couldn’t turn her in, so they started working together. She’d still go out and drink from people and he’d try and act dumb in the scenes. This night was no different. She came home after midnight seeing Damon on the chair passed out with a whiskey glass in his hand, from the looks of it, he was probably exhausted and mad.