A note….Her name is pronounced Maysie…It is Celtic meaning child of light…This chapter is short also….But I know where I am going with the next one...Just be patient…
Damon flew above the trees, the night air felt good under his wings. He knew where he was going, that was so strange to him. The night sky, the wind, the stars, the moon all had messages for him. He could see a light in the distance and the lone tree. He could feel her waiting for him.
His feet lightly touched the soft grass making no sound, but she knew he was there. The smell of wild roses and lilacs waif across the breeze, he breathed the aroma deeply. He opened his mouth but no words escaped his full lips. She pulled the hood of her robe back allowing the wavy mass of fire to escape as she started to slowly turn to face him.
She feels him more than she hears the slight rustling of the blades of grass as he transforms back to his human form. She can smell his scent mingled with the night air that clings to his hair and clothing. So intoxicating and sensuous. She breathes him in like it will be a last breath.
She knows that she must reveal herself to him. To allow him to see her, all of her. It has been centuries since she revealed herself to any male. Her last encounter did not go the way she expected it to, the male sorcerer could not handle her true form. She wasn't his type.
She lowers her hood, feeling her hair blowing around her face. She is shaking a she starts to turn around slowly, eyes closed saying a silent prayer that he will accept her request and her.
Damon slowly licks his lips without thought, he is watching a beautiful and frightening creature turn to face him. In all of years as a vampire he has never seen a creature like this; rosy pale skin, full pink lips, and her eyes were like those of a cat. The wind blew her hair back from her neck revealing it to be long and slender. He smiled softly at her and bowed, "Damon Salvatore my lady" the words spoken softly.
"I am Mysie", the words spoken clearly and gently. She keeps her back straight and her held high as she prepared to explain what she wanted from the young vampire. "I would like to ask something of you and you have the right to refuse", the words spoken, but silent prayers were being said in her mind, "all I ask of you is to listen to my request before you agree or refuse."