The Queen's Demon

The first time she had laid eyes on him, she could sense his fear. It excited her in a way she had not felt since the days she was human. She knew that he would be dangerous to her. A queen such as herself needed to be removed from her emotions. Yet, when she gazed in his ice blue eyes, she could feel her still heart pump suddenly, flickering for a moment. He looked up at her from where he knelt. She felt uncomfortable in her plush throne. The room was silent until her herald stepped forward to introduce the man in front of her.

"My Queen, may I present to you Damon Salvatore, the occasional resident of Mystic Falls, Virginia."

Damon. A name that held power. Change one letter and it spelt Demon. That's what the man before her was in her eyes. A Demon. A beautiful Demon. His eyes were not the only attribute that made him beautiful. His chiseled pale face was framed by messy dark hair she could only describe as akin to a raven's feathers. It was sweaty, curling slightly in the front. From his kneeling position, she could not gauge his height, his slim body clad in a long sleeved black shirt, black jeans and black leather boots.

"Rise, Mr. Salvatore."

He complied, while attempting to keep his face neutral but she could detect a slight twitch in his lips. She stepped down, stopping a foot away from him. The two were the same height.

"My Queen." His voice reminded her of velvet.

"Mr. Salvatore, I have sent for you because—"

"Call me Damon please, my Queen. Mr. Salvatore was my father."

"Do not interrupt me, Damon." This time he flinched visibly.

"My apologies, my Queen." His voice a near whisper.

"As I was saying, I have sent for you because I feel I could put your talents to use." A look of puzzlement crossed his face.


"Yes. You may not be aware of it yet, but you will be a great asset to my expansion."