selfish | s.s

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"wow, brunettes really are your type, huh, stef?"

"guess who's back, back again, shady's back, tell a friend." eminem, without me

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DAPHNE MOREAU WAS A WELL KNOWN VAMPIRE IN THE SUPERNATURAL COMMUNITY. lots of vampires shook in fear at the mention of her name. they knew her as 'the girl who left with their hearts'. though, she did. they called her that because every time she fed -- and kept the human alive, she'd use their blood and draw a heart on their cheek.

in 1862, her father had sold her off to the salvatore family, as he'd wasted their money on gambling. that led to an arranged marriage, with hopes of expanding the family -- though it never happened. she never felt any feeling of love towards him. not one bit. in fact, she hated the boy and the boy's family. or so she thought she hated him. he would always try to impress the young girl. 

her brows would furrow every time he did something 'cool' in front of her. it was as if it was staged. he would push his brother as they played with the brown leather ball, but it was obvious his brother was faking the fall. they were trying to impress her. they were trying to make her, daphne, think that stefan salvatore was all that. though, their attempts almost instantly stopped once the brunette beauty — or shall she be called monster, known as katerina petrova or katherine pierce started residing with them. daphne was glad. she thought katherine was heaven sent, but she was truly sent from hell. she was glad she didn't have to watch the two men drool over her and attempt to make her swoon.

however, the vampire had found her way to the town where she had been married in; mystic falls. daphne sat down in the bar seat at the grill, impatiently tapping her french manicured nails on the counter, waiting for the server to come to her. then, she locked eyes with the blond boy behind the counter. her eyes flickered down to the name tag suited on the left side of his chest, and it read matt.

"hey, matt." she gave him a smile, simply trying to be nice due to her being hungry. "could i please get a glass of red wine?" her french accent sounding beautiful, causing the boy in front of her to lightly grin.

"yeah," he nodded, throwing a towel over his shoulder, and turning around, grabbing a bottle of aged red and pouring it into the glass. he placed it in front of the vampire, then lightly tapped the counter. "on the house."

"hmm, thank you." she hummed, flashing him a flirtatious smile. she couldn't lie, he was ugly. but he did have nice eyes. "such pretty eyes you have."

a chuckle left his lips. "thanks." he furrowed his brows for a moment. "where are you from? you have an accent."

"correct." she mused, raising her eyebrows. "i'm from france, matty."

"what's your name?" he asks.

"i'll tell you once you earn it." she grinned, then took a sip of the contents in her glass, letting the bitter taste simmer on her tongue, then swallowing it. 

"and how am i supposed to earn it?" he asks, leaning slightly forward. she gets out of her seat, motioning for the boy to follow her, which he did.

as soon as they entered the supply closet, she shut the door and pushed him against the wall, a tight hold on his neck. she locked eyes with him, her pupils dilating. "you won't make a noise. this isn't going to hurt one bit."