Again, I own diddily squat, except Mila Smith. All other characters belong to L.J Smith. Not making anything from this, only fun. This story takes place two years after "The Meeting." Has some bad language, but nothing too bad.
Late Night Visit.
PART 1
When he comes to me, the whole world shakes. He is evil, yet he says he loves me. How can anyone who is evil, even be capable of love? He says he has never felt like this before, that the word "love" is not even in his vocabulary. But I know that he loves me, whenever I look into those endless night dark eyes of his, I just know that no matter what anyone who knows him says, I know he loves me.
Later that night, after I have gone to bed, after everyone is asleep, I wait in the darkness, the digital clock by my bed says, 2:45am. About half an hour later, I hear the rustling of leaves and branches on the tree right outside my window, after about five more minutes, I hear someone calling me.
"Mila?" The voice is very sensual, hypnotic, and thickly Italian accented. I see a figure dressed mostly in black sitting on my windowsill, leather boots, black leather trousers, blood red silk shirt and a very long leather jacket. The figure's hair, eyebrows and eyelashes, so heavy, they look as though they weigh his eyelids down, are also black, the only colour he has, is his skin, which is like white marble. He also wears a silver ring on his third finger on his right hand; a lapis lazuli stone is set in the middle of the ring.
"Mila, baby? Please open the window for me; it is very uncomfortable sitting here on your windowsill. I would come in, but the window is locked!"
He looks at me with pleading midnight black eyes, if he were human, which he is not; he would have been giving the male version of a hurt puppy.
"Oh, sorry Damon, mum must have locked it." I say to him after I climbed out of bed and opened the window.
Damon Salvatore, looks at me lovingly, then says, "Don't worry about it, she is just keeping you safe," He chuckles, and continues, "Of course, it will take more than a locked window to keep me away from you!" More laughter. He then leans in and kisses me passionately, his lips are surprisingly warm against mine, even though he has been outside in the cold November night.
"Damon? What the hell are you doing here? It's almost 3:30 in the bloody morning, and I need to get up at 7:00 for school! Not that I'm complaining about you being here, just be here earlier Okay?"
"Sorry angel, but I was held up, my annoying little brother was lecturing me about my eating habits!" At that, Damon rolled his eyes!
