Part 8
This chapter is written completely by Damon's thoughts….We all know the expressions that he has, the smirk, the my soul has been destroyed, the actual smile he can let escape when he thinks no one is looking….Use your imagination for his emotions as he is lost in thought about Mysie and her request…And as always with Damon, he is Damon Salvatore Vampire and Tortured Soul…Enjoy and the next chapter will be longer…
Damon's POV
He watches her fly away. The look in her eyes, the sadness, the pain, maybe even heartbreak; showing in those beautiful green orbs.
A baby? A baby? I can be human? Even for a little while, I can be human?
She can shape shift. She is a Celtic Priestess, a Druidess. What or who is she?
She was afraid of me, of what I would say. She left to give me time to think.
Does she know the effect she has on me? The fact that I can only think of kissing those full lips, the fact that I want to reach out, touch her hair and see if it burns me?
I can still smell her, the roses and the lilacs mixed with her own scent. I know what my answer would be at this very moment but giving me time it could be the wrong one or just maybe t he right one…..
He is shaking with all of the thoughts and emotions that are running thru his soul.
He stares up at the moon, hoping for answers for guidance.
He never hears the predator that is approaching ready for attack.