Damon crashed through the window without an ounce of grace. He could be fluid and catlike and agile when he was the aggressor, but as soon as the tables were turned on him, he had no way of reacting. The critical flaw in always being the strongest one around.

On the bright side, the upgrade from 1408 to the second floor at least meant he didn't have far to fall. His spine didn't crack, his bones didn't crunch, it just hurt. Vampire durability at its finest. Just not fine enough for him to manage to pick himself up quickly enough. He groaned, planting his hands on either side of himself on the grass, propping up on his elbows and looking up at the big broken window of his room.

"Great …" It was muttered under his breath, along with the accusatory, "super-freak." Lana left that part out.