Witch or vampire?

Because I love you

"Closed off from love, I didn't need the pain,

Once or twice was enough and it was all in vain.

Time starts to pass, before you know it you're frozen.

But something happened for the very first time with you.

My heart melted to the ground, found something true.

And everyone's looking 'round, thinking I'm going crazy.

But I don't care what they say, I'm in love with you.

They try to pull me away, but they don't know the truth.

My heart's crippled by the vein that I keep on closing.

You cut me open and I

Keep bleeding, keep, keep bleeding love"

Bleeding love, by Leona Lewis

The tension between us discharged into a passionate kiss. I could feel Damon holding back while I put all my pent up emotions into the kiss and held him tight.

God, how I had missed this! This wonderful sensation of being in his arms, his lips on mine, his skin on mine, breathing his scent - it was like drowning voluntarily!

If the baby hadn't kicked, we would still stand there, I thought while I lay on his bed, dozing. I'd woken up a couple of minutes ago and realized that I was alone.

Snuggling back into the pillows, I closed my eyes. Woolgathering, I recalled the scene over and over again - Damon with his head on my belly, humming a lullaby with a dreamy look on his face. I would never forget this.

Where did we go from here? I thought and turned on my back. Would Damon come back with me to Baton Rouge or would I stay here? I had achieved my goal, I had told him and he seemed happy, but how did the child and I fit into his life?

„You're awake."

I heard his voice and opened my eyes. He moved onto the bed too fast for me to see him.

I winced when he suddenly appeared next to me.

„Shsh, don't be scared. Did you sleep well?" he whispered and kissed my cheek.

I turned to him, stretching myself thoroughly. „Very well. Where've you been?" I asked and returned his kiss.

„Thinking," he said.

I sat up and scrutinized him. He had the same brooding expression on his face like on the night we first met.

„You're worried," I stated. „Why?"

He took one of my hands and traced the lines of my palm with a fingertip. „We have a problem, and it's probably my fault," he started.

„What are you talking about?" Now I was curious.

„I think Bonnie knows that you're a witch." I raised an eyebrow.

„That's right. She's known since we shook hands," I answered.

He narrowed his eyes. „You knew that would happen?" he asked. I nodded.

„Of course. Witches can sense each other. I took the risk willingly, Damon."

He stared at me with disbelief on his face.

„Why didn't you say something? I would've never risked your exposure if I'd known before," he snapped at me.