I own diddily squat, except Mila Smith. All other characters belong to L. J Smith. Not making anything from this, but fun. Has some bad language in it, but not that much, plus there is also mentioned suicide, but no one has died.

The Meeting.

PART 1

His wings fold around me, encasing me in a protective cocoon. The only thing I see is pitch black, nothing but darkness…silence. Everything is deathly silent.

He then shifts into human form, he's beautiful, if evil had a face and it could talk, it would have been made into him. His wings fold backwards and melt into his long, black, leather jacket. He's dressed all in black: leather boots, leather trousers, silk shirt, even his hair, eyes, eyebrows, and heavy, thick eyelashes are black. His skin is like white marble.

As he reaches for my hand, I notice that on the third finger of his right hand he wears a silver ring, with a lapis- lazuli stone set in the middle of the ring.

When I look up, I see that his night dark eyes are so deep; anyone could fall forever in them.

"What's your name, angel?" He asks me, his voice is sensual, hypnotic and thickly accented, it sounds Italian.

"Mila." I answer, shakily

"Well, Mila, I'm Damon Salvatore. Do you have a last name, or are you just called Mila?" Damon asks, amused.

"Smith. Mila Smith"

"Okay then. How old are you, Mila Smith?" Damon asks, curiously.

"I'm seventeen. Why? How old are you?" I ask, nervously.

He then laughs at that, he has a very hypnotic laugh.

"What's so funny?" I ask him, suddenly angry, "I just asked you a simple question!"

"Okay then, angel, you really want to know my real age?"

I nod my head, the feeling of anger suddenly leaving me feeling very cold.

"Well then, angel, I'm five hundred and thirty- eight, give or take a decade or two." Damon replies thoughtfully.

"You're pretty well preserved. What are you anyways, a vampire?" I ask sarcastically.

"As a matter of fact, yes, I am a vampire. I was born in Florence, Italy in the late 1400s, I was twenty years of age, whenever I crossed over." At my look of befuddlement, he adds. "You know? Whenever I became a vampire?"

"Right." I reply, feeling very stupid. "So, what do you want from me?" I ask, suddenly aware of my surroundings, we are in the middle of a forest, where no one can hear me scream. I feel very sick and dizzy.

"I just saw you, and I had to talk to you. You seem to be surrounded by a bright light. You look so much like an angel, so I had to talk to you." Damon replies, with a far away look. I cannot decide whether I'm touched or scared out of my mind. Well it was me who asked, so he gave me the answer to the question.

"What do you mean 'I'm surrounded by a bright light'?" I ask, befuddled.

"I mean; you're surrounded by a bright light!" Damon snaps, "You know, I've never seen anything like that before, plus I've never felt like this before either!"

"F- Feel like what?" I stammer, feeling very scared.

"Are you afraid of me?" Damon asks, changing the subject.

"Yeah, I'm very afraid of you." I answer, truthfully.

"Why? You don't have to be, I'm not going to hurt you, I promise." He says, looking away, obviously embarrassed.

"You're being really creepy and very cryptic, and you didn't answer my question!" I reply, getting very irritated.

"Did you ask a question?" Damon asks, finding the whole conversation funny.

"Yes. I asked you what you felt." At his puzzled look, I add, "You said that you never felt like this before. What I would like to know is what it is you've never felt like before?"

"Oh, right. Well, I have this feeling; don't ask me if it's a good or bad feeling, because I don't know. Can I ask you a question?" I nod, urging him to continue, curiosity taking the best of me, thank God I'm not a cat, I say to myself.

"Do you ever feel as though you're missing some part of yourself? That you feel as if you're not complete?"

"All the time." I whisper, wondering to the Goddess, where the hell this is going.

"So do I. But the funny thing is, is I am feeling like that now, I feel complete, but only now that you are here, I feel this way." Damon looks away, then into my eyes. He looks very young and vulnerable, only his eyes seem to show his real age.

"Oh. Is that why you brought me here?" I ask, taking a step closer.

"Yes. I'm sorry, I'm actually not surprised that you're scared, I'd be scared too, you know, if I were human, and if I were you?" Damon replies looking very ashamed.

As I look at him, there seems to be some sort of electricity in the air, passing between Damon, and me, I wonder to myself if Damon can see it.

"Yes, I can see that." He says, as if reading my thoughts, "What do you think it is?"

"I don't know, but it seems to be pulling us towards each other." I say, seeming even more afraid. Damon covers the distance between us in two steps. I find that he's only about two inches taller than me; funny I haven't noticed that before now.

"What do you think it wants?" Damon asks, his lips just an inch from mine, I can feel his warm breath on my cold face.

"I think maybe it wants us together." I reply, watching his mouth.

"Maybe, or maybe it wants us to do this." As soon as Damon said these words, he leans in the extra inch, and his lips find mine. His lips are warm against mine. Oh God, I think to myself, I have no idea what to do; I think I'm doing this wrong.

Sshh, angel, you are doing fine. Just follow my lead, whatever I do, you do back, Okay I hear Damon's mental voice in my head, but I follow exactly what he does.

The way I feel, no words can describe it, and my very nerves seem to be on fire. I feel as though both Damon and I are floating. Then it feels as though we've finally landed on something solid. I feel alone, though I know Damon and I are still kissing. I open my eyes and I find that I am alone and not in the forest anymore, but somewhere else.

I see that the place I am in is black and silver. As I walk around, I see something that looks like an icicle. As I step towards it, it gets bigger, and bigger, until it has filled my vision, and then there is a very bright light, so bright that I have to close my eyes.