****REWRITING IN PROCESS****
A thousand years ago, seven stars sat illuminated in the night sky, surrounded by the moon, wrapped around its comfort and loving embrace, secured in the safety net that always provided them protection.
Too soon, it all...
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A/N Because you've all been so patient, here's a little present ♥️
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Just as Darcy and Stefan exited the park, her phone chimed. She paused, sliding the buzzing device out of her pocket.
Brat Bag: 👩🏻 😭
Meet me at the Grill ASAP!
Darcy cheered, shooting her arm in the air. "Change of plans. It looks like you're gonna have to handle Damon and the orgy on your own, Steffy."
Stefan groaned, throwing his head back. "You're really going to leave me to suffer in Damon's misery binge?"
Stuffing her phone back into her jacket, she shot him a smirk. "Yep. Rather you than me, buddy!"
"That's just cruel," he said but still unable to hide his grin. "Want a lift?" He added, adjusting his stance, so his back was facing Darcy's front.
The huntress snorted, shaking her head. "Yeah, no. Not after the near two deaths."
"Oh. Come on! They were not that bad. You are still alive and standing," Stefan scoffed, his green eyes glowing with amusement.
Walking backwards, Darcy shrugged her leather-clad shoulder, "Who knows, maybe I will take up the offer next time?"
She spun on her boot heels as Stefan's voice filtered behind. "Who said there would be the next time?"
"There always is," she shot back as she looked left and right before crossing the street once no oncoming traffic was nearby.
Approaching the Grill, Darcy's thoughts went back to her text, wandering why she's needed so urgently. Knowing her dear sister, they were about to go on another suicide mission. Elena never knew what the meaning of patience meant and often landing with them in a mess, mainly Darcy. She let out a shriek when a car blasted its horn at her side. She was so lost in her head that she did not hear the engine rumbling at the path's edge.
"Holy fucking shit!" she cursed, holding her chest. Elena's mirthful eyes met hers through the open window. "Seriously! Is it try to kill Darcy day?" she moaned, slipping into the car.
Elena pushed the car into drive and pulled away from the pavement. "Of course not. How could anyone live without Darcy in their lives?"
"Ha-ha, very funny. Take the piss all you want, but one day when I'm gone, you'll miss my awesome presence," she flipped her long tresses over her shoulder with a red-lipped grin.
"Nope, not gonna happen. I forbid it!" Elena giggled.
"Okay, playtime over, let's get this over with. Where's the suicide mission stationed this time?" Darcy questioned, penetrating Elena's side profile.
