Witch or vampire?

Vampires?

"You're wide eyed looking for excuse

I got a bloodline looking for the root

Here you go now, now the choice is choose

Oh no man, you got something to lose

Acting funny like you have seen it all

You got a crown and I'm gonna knock it off

King of the castle, it's gonna fall fast though

Oh no man, I got something to prove

I am, I am, I am shooting the moon"

Shooting the moon, by Mona

My heart did a somersault when he said it. At the same time, I was sad because I knew he would be gone one morning. I decided to take what I could get.

Responding to his kiss with equal intensity, I wrapped my arms tightly around him as if I would never let go again. How did I get so clingy? I thought, but I felt him press against me as if he shared my craving.

"Helen," he whispered breathlessly into my ear.

My fingers fisted his hair when he kissed my throat and set me on fire. "Ah... Damon... I really whish ... you could stay...," I whispered haltingly.

His hands cupped my face and his gaze locked with mine. "... I can't."

The furrowed brows and the sadness in his eyes said enough. He wanted to stay, but he was convinced that something forced him to leave.

Suddenly his head came up and he perked his ears towards the forest.

"What is it?" I whispered.

He put a finger on my lips and pointed to his ear. Now I listened too. There was a crackling of twigs. Something or someone moved through the shrubs towards us.

I looked questioningly at him. He picked up his jacket and put it on. I did the same.

Taking my hand, he carefully led me around the thick shrubs we had breached earlier and I watched out not to crack a branch.

Damon's demeanor had changed completely. He crept nearly soundlessly through the undergrowth and seemed extremely alert.

Suddenly, he shoved me behind one of the big trees and signaled me to stay there. Then he walked out of my sight. A moment later, I heard a voice.

"Stay put, Salvatore, I've got you in sight!"

That is Henson's voice! I thought.

"And now? You gonna shoot me?"

Henson laughed mirthlessly. "What else? Where is your vampire slut? I know she's with you."

What the hell was he talking about?

"Let her go. Helen doesn't know a thing," Damon replied.

"Of course not! John, the old dumbass, took care that she doesn't know of vampires anymore."

What did John have to do with it? This guy must be totally nuts!

"One question before I kill you, Salvatore. What are you doing here in the South? Lost all your blood bags up in Mystic Falls?"

While I listened to him I got the feeling that Henson was short of cracking up. Vampires didn't exist!

"That's none of your fucking business, but I'll give you a chance. I count to three and if you don't shoot me then, I'll rip your head off!" Damon returned. "One, ..."