"You wanna play, my new girl?"
She has a dream, a face that haunts her dreams. The face is handsome and devilish, but all the dreams morph into nightmares. She never could figure out who the man was for years, until she finally saw him. After that...
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"for those who dare to hope,"
KENNEDY GRASPED THE SWEAT SOAKED SHEETS, gasping for air. Her eyes fluttered open, checking her surroundings to make sure she wasn't anywhere other than her dorm room. Elena's and Caroline's bed was neatly made, a few red besmirched cups on the nightstand. Being roommates with two vampires wasn't as daunting as Kennedy thought it would be--but then again, she knew the two girls for a bit now.
Vivid dreams recently started to haunt Kennedy. Darcy, her mother, would always tell her stories about how the dreams about this man would be her soulmate. Even with descriptions of Kennedy's nightmares, Darcy was convinced that he was her soulmate. Thoughts of him would consume her mind--his dark eyes and a pinched nose.
Some of her dreams were ordinary. She watched him watching old movies again and again, feeling the weight lifted off of her shoulders when she would wake up in the morning. Typical dreams were coated in blood and acrimony. However, Kennedy determined whoever this was--he was the definition of living hell.
Whenever Kennedy would attempt to search for comfort about the situation, Darcy would simply tell her they are getting closer to meeting. That only made her feel more apprehensive, he was made of pure violence and grief. The teenager never feared Damon Salvatore, but it was onerous, imaging her soul being akin to a stranger.
Stretching her arms, Kennedy lazily got out of bed before peeling the thin blanket off her body. She sat there for several moments, blinking and trying to wake up before all the realities hit her--specifically Stefan. Thoughts of him lingered in her mind, but she didn't want to think of him. Granted, if she wasn't envisioning Stefan--it was the enigma from her dreams.
Somewhere, from the growing collection of his memories, she knew there was hope for him to have redeeming qualities.
Reaching over to her night stand, she noticed a few text messages on her phone from last night. Two were from her study partner in abstract algebra about the homework due in a few days, the last one was from Darcy. Scrunching her face, she couldn't think about what she would want. Rage occasionally rose in her chest, seeing her name on the phone.
There were times where Kennedy needed her, but as she got older they were limited. It wasn't until Stefan helped her realize a few things about how she grew up. If it wasn't for him, she would probably be sheltered. She could never thank him enough.
"You're in danger. Come over before the eclipse."
Kennedy stared at the text for multiple minutes, not understanding any of the context. Darcy never invited their adoptive daughter anywhere--most of it was coven related and she was forbidden to ever hear a whisper about it. Being neglected for most of her childhood was a hardship for Kennedy, she watched her siblings receive more love and attention. Laughter would echo from downstairs and praise. The moment her parents would watch her spying, they would send her to the bedroom.
