****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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Might want to grab some tissues!
Darcy exits the bathroom, towel drying her damp hair. Once satisfied, she tosses it in the hamper. Shuffling across to her vanity table, she picks up the comb and begins combing her long tresses. Her mind whirls in shambles with countless thoughts spinning on a loop, making her head throb with irritation. Voices... Voices that sound familiar yet also foreign. Flashbacks were playing on repeat, most of the people who reside in her dreams, the other half with the agonising screams echoing around her skull. Her screams...
Her phone vibrates on the bedside table, pulling her out of her shaded mind. Setting down the comb, Darcy patters over and peers down at the message on the lock screen.
Dickmon 🧛
Open the window.
She frowns, looks at the time, 11:30 pm. What the hell does he want? Cutting around her bed, she pushes aside the curtains and unlocks the window. Sticking her head outside, she looks around for the annoying ass vampire. Not seeing him, she calls out. "You have 5 seconds, or I'm locking the window... 1, 2, 3, 4-,"
She jumps at the thump on the side of the house and screams at the face materialising in front of hers. Not thinking, she rears her arm back and punches them in the face. She curses at the person's familiar whining tone. "Dammit, Damon, don't do that!" she exclaims, shaking her hand.
The dark-haired male groans, holding his nose as he climbs inside. "Thanks for the lovely welcome!" he said sarcastically.
Darcy looked at him as if he was stupid. "Well, who's dumb idea was it to jump out on me?" she rants away until another bang sounds from outside grabs her attention, followed by snickering. She groans as another figure climbs inside her bedroom.
"You too?" As if one wasn't enough.
"Told you scaring her would be a bad idea, " Stefan said. His stupid face beams with pleasure.
"Ha. Ha. Ha. You're so funny, " Damon drones rolling his eyes, still holding his nose. He points at Darcy with his free hand. "And you're a bitch."
Stefan smirks smugly at the dark look crossing her face. He crosses his arms, leaning against the vanity table beside Darcy's chest of drawers. He gazes at the Huntress. "Can you do it again?"
Still staring Damon down with a sharp glare, she replied. "Trust me. I'm tempted."
The cold night air nipped her bare legs making her aware of her attire and the wandering eyes. Darcy pulls down her oversized tee, making sure it stretches down her thighs. She is not ashamed of her body, but there are two guys in her bedroom: one who's a pervert at the best of times and the other... his girlfriend is sleeping across the hall. The Raven beauty shuffles her way to her bed and slips under the covers in a crisscrossed position.
Her eyes track Damon as he's now recovered from his bitch fest and wanders around her room, eyeing her jewellery resting on her vanity table. He's not surprisingly edging closer and closer to her chest of drawers. She smirks, glancing at her bedside table and picks up the television remote control.
