Misha

Misha

“It took me three hundred years to find you, my Queen,” Damon said longingly. I hum my uneasiness. As if he can sense my apprehension, he says, “Our only recent meeting doesn't matter.”

“It does matter. I felt a spark before with Jack but it faded. How is this different?”

Confidently, Damon looks into my eyes, “This won't fade.”

“How can you be so sure?”

Demetri smiles as he chuckles softly, “When you know, you know. It doesn't fade, and the connection grows as time passes. I can feel my wife's emotions even though she's back home. Tell me, did you have any odd dreams or that recurring one of your parents' deaths?”

“How did you know that I did, in the past, but not last night?”

Demetri smirks, “I'm the Devil, Misha.”

“Shit, sorry!” I blush.

He chuckles loudly, “None needed. But please answer.”

“I had quite the opposite dream,” I mumble as my cheeks redden.

He smirks, “And why do you think that is?”

“I don't know.”

Demetri looks from me to the table, “But I think you do. Look down.”

I do, and Damon is lightly caressing circles on my palm. I just feel comfort and peace. A peace that I've never known. “Oh!” I gasp because I feel the electricity too. But this can't be real, can it? “But why me?”

Damon smiles, “It's fate, Misha.”

“Do I have to die or something? Because nothing is worth death.”

Demetri shakes his head no, “It's not like those movies, Misha. We won't own your soul. You'll understand more when you come with us. You'll get powers as will Ana.”

“What?!?!!” I am so confused.

Damon explains, “I'm the Prince of Hell, Misha, and you are my queen in every way. You're not arm candy or a slave. You are my equal, so of course you'll get powers, more than you already naturally possess.”

“I'm human. I don't have powers!”

Ana sighs, “You're not human, just like I'm not, and yes, you have powers.”

“No!” Then all of the lights went out, and they laughed.

“Fucking told you!” Ana exclaims.

Damon

I love the dynamic between my Misha and Ana. It's pure unfiltered honesty and unconditional love. It's extremely rare in this world or any for that matter. Since the lights went out, maybe

Misha will accept the truth.

“What the hell?” she asks in disbelief.

Ana looks into her eyes, “I have told you before that freaky shit happens.”

Misha shakes her head, “No, the power just went out.”

Ana sighs, “So just another extreme coincidence then.” Misha nodded. “No! Come here!” Ana grabs Misha and goes over to the window. “Look!”

Misha says, “The whole neighborhood has lights.”

Ana replies bluntly, “Yep. Now just watch!” She unplugs the lamp goes across the room and plugs it in. She turns it on. “Let there be light!”

Misha shrugs, “So, I turned the lights off.”

My father shakes his head, “No, Misha, it's more than that. At that moment, you didn't want to be seen, did you?”

“No, I wanted it all to go away,” she admits, and it saddens me a bit. I don't ever want my Queen away from me.

“Well, it sort of did. You put us all in the dark, but we demons have perfect vision in total blackness. Which you wouldn't have known,” my father explains to her.