Donna and Damien leave the restaurant

Three hours later, Donna and Damien stepped out of the restaurant and saw the rain pouring down in a thick, heavy sheet. The outside world was a blur of rain and lights. Seeing the downpour, Damien pulled his suit jacket and put it over Donna's shoulders. The jacket was warm from his body heat and she smelled the musk of his cologne. It was strong but not overwhelming which she liked. One thing she didn't like about Mark was his tendency to overdo it with his cologne. He opened up his umbrella, shielding them both from the downpour. Donna looked up at him, "Thank you," she said in a soft tone.

Damien smiled with a genuine smile that reached his eyes. It made him almost look like a little boy with his first crush. "You're welcome," he said and he offered her his arm, "Shall we?"

Donna hesitated for a second before she took his arm. She felt the solid strength of his muscles underneath her fingers. They walked in silence out into the city, the rain drumming on the umbrella above their heads. The air was filled with the scent of falling rain and Damien's cologne which made her senses swim.

Damien escorted Donna to her sleek, black Bentley, the glossy finish shining with the rain drops that splashed and ran down it. He held the umbrella over her as she climbed into the car, shielding her from the relentless rain. He looked at her, the city lights reflecting in his eyes, "You want to hear something surprising. I had a great time tonight," he said, his voice low and sincere, "It's been a long time since I've found the company of another so...stimulating."

She looked up at him, "You know what else is surprising? I did too," she admitted, a soft smile crossing her lips.

He reached out and took her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Anytime you want to do this again, I am at your disposal," he replied. Donna felt a shiver running up her arm and down her spine as he circled the back of her hand with his thumb.

She slowly pulled her hand away and took a deep breath, "Goodnight Damien," she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil within her.

Damien stepped back, "Goodnight Miss Wyatt," he replied in a soft voice.

Donna nodded and smiled, "Call me Donna."

A smile crossed Damien's lips, "Goodnight...Donna."

She smiled and nodded before she closed the door. She started the engine, the car roaring to life as she caught one last glimpse of Damien before she pulled away.

He watched her car disappear around the corner. He stood there for a moment and listened to the sound of the rain hitting his umbrella. His mind raced. He had encountered many souls throughout his existence but none like Donna Wyatt. He had manipulated many of them with dark promises but with Donna, he didn't need to. He sensed the darkness within her soul, a darkness as powerful as his own. He could see it in her eyes, feel it in her touch. She wanted to be consumed by evil.

Damien closed the umbrella, the rain no longer bothering him as he walked back to his car. His lips curled into a cold, calculating smile with a hint of admiration. He had been searching for centuries for a mate worthy of him, a mate who would stand by his side and rule Hell with him. Maybe, if he was really lucky, she would also bear his child. However, he had given up on such a foolish dream as the centuries had gone on. Now here she was, a woman of strength, of intelligence, of dignity. She was a force to be reckoned with. Making her a mere succubus would be a waste for a woman of her caliber. She was no pawn.

She was a queen.