zoya lanstov was a simple girl, she was a simple, human girl who spends most of her days in bed or with her friends, or at a nearby party that someone was hosting but that was something that she only recently started doing since the day she got conv...
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season one ౨ৎ episode seven haunted
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The night air was crisp, a gentle breeze ran through Zoya's hair as she watched Tyler fall out of his car, Vicki trying to get to his neck when Stefan grabbed her, pulling her away from him as she tried to push past him and get to the person she wanted.
Tyler was still on the ground, breathing heavily when Zoya approached, a manicured hand slipping around Vicki's arm, "Go to sleep." Her words seemed to move along with the breeze and Vicki's body fell back into Stefan's arms, almost appearing lifeless in her sleep. She nodded at Stefan who left so quickly that the leaves rustled in his wake.
Zoya turned sharply when she heard Tyler yelling, "What the fuck was that?" He got onto his feet, watching as Zoya drew closer to him. "Don't touch me." Before he could say anything, she grabbed his arm. "Calm down," Her words were barely cold when she felt a breeze hit her, someone was behind her. "Doing your little magic spells?" Of course it was Damon like Zoya needed another problem.
"Punch him in the face." Zoya mumbled and Tyler's face went cold, he pushed past Zoya and landed a punch square on Damon's jaw. Before the man could retaliate, Zoya pushed her frenemy aside, getting a hit straight to her nose as she cursed out loud, "Motherfucker." Zoya's nostrils burned, her head throbbing with pain as the warm sensation trickled from her nose, staining the front of her shirt. The coppery smell of blood filled her nostrils as she pressed her fingers to her nose, trying to stem the flow of liquid, her hand coming away coated in a deep, crimson hue. The punch had sent her reeling, her senses reeling as she tried to gather her bearings.
"Leave." She touched the side of Tyler's neck with the hand that wasn't covered in blood as she watched her friend drive away, her face still aching from the punch she just took. "You just punched me in the face." Zoya turned her gaze to Damon, wiping her blood away with the back of her hand. The sight of her blood made him chuckle, leaning against nearby tree, his tone playful, "You had it coming." Damon smirked. He didn't feel bad about punching her, if anything he would do it again. The girl was a pain in his ass, a thorn in his side. Every conversation they had was a fight somehow.
