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"
