Still On The Honeymoon

[Damon Gartra]

He placed the flowers on the blanket, making a design. He stood and looked at it. In different varieties of flowers he had managed to create a heart which read "I love you, Isabella." He smiled at his handy work, wondering when Isabella would finally get here. Behind him he held a special gift for her, which he had been saving for awhile now, waiting for the perfect time to give it to her, and no better time than now.

[Isabella Gartra]

She strolled down the path to the meadow. The note damon had left in Dominic's care held securely in her hand. She knew her father-in-law had most likely read the note. But she didn't care. There was nothign horrifyingly embaressing in it. No all the promises he had whispered to her were alive in her mind. She couldn't be more happier either. Married and doing somethign she loved. She had never thought she would be what she was today. But it suited her. She looked around as she came up on the meadow and then smiled when she saw Damon standing in the middle of it. She started towards him grinning widely.

[Damon Gartra]

He looked upward when he sensed her. He was grinning widely, and before she reached him he started towards her wanting to meet her half way. He picked her up and swung her around once before kissing her passionately on the lips, feeling her sensual curves. "I'm glad, dad, gave you the note." He took her hand. "Follow me, beautiful." He led her towards the flowery sign of love, staring at her from the corner of his eyes. She was breathtakingly beautiful with each time he saw her, and he couldn comprehend how'd he'd gotten so lucky.

[Isabella Gartra]

She giggled when he picked her up and she wrapped her arms around him and returned his kiss. She smiled and let her hand drop to his when he released her and followed him, "I had to promise him that I would name our first child after him to get it but he gave it to me. But don't worry my fingers were crossed." She smiled and then gasped when she saw the blanket and flowers. She couldnt believe he had went through the trouble of doing this for her. A tear slid down her cheek and she slowly knelt down picking up one of the flowers ever so lightly as to not disturb the rest, "Damon.." She brought the flower to her nose and smelt it, marveling at the sweet smell.

[Damon Gartra]

"Yes?" There was a grand smile on his face. "I wanted this day to be as romantic as possible, because you deserve this, the world, and so much more, my beautiful Lycaness." He stepped back, and pulled out a black box from his back pocket. He watched her silently, sighing happily. He praised whoever made that meeting possible on that day. Isabella might have her moments, but she was everything he had ever hoped for. Even if at first some of what she did, did irritate him.

[Isabella Gartra]

She touched the flowers and blushed. She looked up at him her heart in her eyes, "This is beyond beautiful. You have done so much for me. Showered me with nothing more then love. What else could I deserve?" She looked at the box in his hand and raised her eyebrow, 'What is that?" She looked at him in wonder, not knowing where this sudden change in actions had come from. He had always been loving to her, but she was still shocked by how often he surprised her with things. Whether it be a mid day romp in a secluded waterfall, or just a surprise visit when she was practicing her sparring. The past week had been so much more then she had ever hoped for.

[Damon Gartra]

He thrusted the box towards her. "Open it." He said, not giving anything else away. He wanted her to see it herself. He watched as the petals of some of the flowers started to dance in the passing wind. Almost whispering a song, one which sung his feelings for Isabella. He walked to the blanket and bent down picking a flower, and then stepped over towards her placing it behind her ear. "A flower most deserved for an angel."

[Isabella Gartra]

She took it from him and slowly sat back on her legs. She ran her finger over the soft velvet of the box and then slowly she opened it. She gasped as she looked upon the most beautiful necklace she had ever seen. She touched the pendent wondering what was on it. She looke dup at him as she felt his hand putting the flower behind her ear. She blushed again, "Damon you are to much for me." She smiled and reaching up she pulled him down next to her and kissed him passionately. She pulled away and looked back at the necklace, "What is this on the pendent?" She could see an elaborate flower, made with the most detail she had ever seen. In the middle was a heart. But she wondered if it had meaning.

[Damon Gartra]

"It is a symbol of our love. It is customary for the Elven men to give their brides a symbol of their love, represented by the flower which most resembles their wives. I picked the Elven Hyacinth, because like you, as it's bud begins to sprout it does not have much, but with age it grows into an unparelled strength and beauty, just as you have and will with more time." He kissed her back. "I had it designed some time back, I was awaiting the right time to give it to you."

[Isabella Gartra]

She smiled and touched it, marveling at the detail. She thought for a moment then slowly turned to look back at him, 'Elven men? But you are not Elven. A Demon/Vampire yes. But I have never heard of you speak of any Elven heritage. Although I have wondered why you travel to the Elven Village as much as you do." She looked down at the necklace and smiled, "It is beautiful Damon. I dont deserve something of this great value. Thank You." She reached over and laid her hand on his leg, "Whoever crafted this is of great skill."

[Damon Gartra]

He grabbed her hand, and then pulled the necklace from the box, unclipping it and placing it around her neck. "My mother is an Elf, and my father is half elvish. As you can see, my Elven blood surpasses much of my Demonic or Vampiric bloods. But I have had time to master both that blood. You see my grandmother from my father's side was a Demoness, who fell in love with my grandfather, and they had my father. And on top of that, my father comes from one of the strongest lineages in the Elven village, from the lineage of their queen, or my great grandmother."

[Isabella Gartra]

She looked down at the necklace as it rested against her skin. It was cool to her skin but it had an unearthly glow to it. She touched it then turned when his words registered. "You are part elven? Damon that surpasses anything I could imagine. I knew you were special but never in my wildest dreams ahd I imagined you could be so special." She blushed, "That came out wrong. What I mean is your one of a kind. Part Demon, Vampire, and Elf. Our children will be a mixture of them all almost." She looked at him marveled and then something else he said came to her mind, "Your Great grandmother is the Queen of Elves? That makes you a Prince."

[Damon Gartra]

He chuckled. "Yes, I'm special, right. I'm a mutt, actually. Maybe no as bad as my neice, but I'm getting there." He smiled and kissed her. "I'm no prince, I'm just Damon. I see myself as equal as the rest of the people. I've renounced the title, even if they still consider me prince. Although, in their eyes as well as mine you are a princess, although moreso in mine you are a Queen, a Goddess." He sat down on the blanket and pulled her on top of his lap, stroking the back of her neck with his lips. "But you're right, our children will be a mixture." He placed his arms around her waist. "Do you have any family living?"

[Isabella Gartra]

She blushed and ran her hand over his cheek, "Well in my eyes you are a prince. The prince who has swept me away from everything. You are my God, King, My Everything." She blushed slightly and moved into his lap leaning against him. She lay her hands on his and sighe dlooking out over the meadow, "I am unsure of any living. My mother died not long before we met. My father, well I am unsure of who he is. But you know that story. I am not worried about finding him, but I promised mother I would."

[Damon Gartra]

"Then I will help you to find him, it's only right." He kissed her cheek, closing his eyes when the wind started blowing. "Hmmm, close your eyes and listen carefully to the wind, it's telling our story." He held her even tighter, brushing his hand against her stomach softly. If only things could remain this wonderful forever, but he knew better, he knew even the good had it's bad parts, and the same went with everything. Especially now with the news that seemed to be flying around everywhere, at least to those who were in the same inner circle he was in.