Halfway along the beach I stopped to watch a small boat lit up like a Christmas tree as it sailed into the path of the moon's reflection.

"Beautiful isn't it?" said someone behind me.

I jumped about five foot in the air; I didn't here anyone coming which was odd as the beach was was full of pebbles.

I turned my head and saw a man standing in the in shadows.

"Um… yes it is" I hoped he couldn't see me blushing in the darkness.

"Sailors believed the moon had magical powers" the voice sounded faintly amused at my embarrassment.

"Some still believe it still does" I found myself wanting to challenge this man with the strange accent.

"Out for some fresh air?" I asked the stranger as he stood beside me; still not feeling entirely comfortable with being interrupted by a man.

"Venus and Diana called me."

Out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of a handsome face; he looked as though he wanted to laugh. "A powerful combination" I smiled "Not a call that you could refuse"

"No, nor that of the strega who asked for their help" he still sounded amused.

The words to a song came into my head.

"Every now and then I get a little bit restless and I dream of something wild"

My heart began to beat faster and louder, I could feel him behind me.

"I don't know, your name" he almost whispered

"Melanie" I breathed, everything coming together in my head- Venus - goddess of Love and of lust, and Diana-Goddess of the hunt, magical power and associated with lunar workings s well; both were Roman deities.

The song was till playing in my head, or was it him talking to me?

"Turnaround Bright Eyes…"

The face I saw in the moonlight was as stunningly beautiful, like an ancient Roman, but it wasn't Roman.

"I'm Damon, Damon Salvatore"

It was Florentine.

"Every now and then I fall apart"