Damon sat in his history class, his eyes focused on the teacher at the front of the room. He didn't really care about the lesson, but he had to maintain appearances. He was the most powerful vampire at the school, and he didn't want anyone to suspect that he was anything other than a regular student.
As the class droned on, Damon's senses pricked up at the sound of the door opening. He glanced over and saw a girl walking in. She was tall and had long, wavy hair that flowed behind her. She had a confident stride and her eyes scanned the room, taking in everything around her.
Damon could feel her power even from across the room. He knew immediately that she was a witch. He was surprised that someone so powerful had enrolled in their school.
The teacher introduced the girl as Cassandra and asked her to take a seat. She walked over to an empty desk in the front row, directly in front of Damon. As she sat down, she turned her head slightly and met Damon's gaze. For a moment, Damon felt a jolt of electricity shoot through his body.
He quickly shook it off and turned his attention back to the lesson. But he couldn't help stealing glances at Cassandra throughout the class. She seemed to sense his gaze, and at one point, she turned around and gave him a small smile.
Damon knew he had to be careful around her. She was powerful, and he couldn't afford to let his guard down. But there was something about her that intrigued him, something he couldn't quite put his finger on.
As the class ended, Damon grabbed his books and stood up. He made his way out of the classroom, trying to avoid Cassandra's gaze. But as he walked down the hallway, he heard footsteps behind him.
He turned around and saw Cassandra walking towards him. She stopped in front of him and smiled.
"Hi," she said. "I'm Cassandra."
"Damon," he replied, trying to keep his tone neutral.
"I know who you are," she said. "You're the most powerful vampire at this school."
Damon was taken aback. He had never met anyone who knew his secret before.
"How do you know that?" he asked, his voice laced with suspicion.
Cassandra shrugged. "I have my ways. But don't worry, Damon. I'm not here to expose you. I'm here to make friends."
Damon studied her for a moment, trying to figure out her motives. But he couldn't sense any malice in her.
"Okay," he said finally. "Friends it is."
Cassandra smiled again, and Damon felt a strange warmth spreading through him. He knew he had to be careful around her, but he couldn't deny that he was intrigued by her. As they walked down the hallway together, Damon felt like he was walking into a new chapter of his life.