Hello, my lovelies! And welcome to my brand new story, Tangled in Strings. This idea just popped up in my head along with the character with a huge sign saying 'WRITE ME' 'WRITE ME'! How could I resist? So, here we are! And enough chatter, let's get to it!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Vampire Diaries at all. I only own my characters and any/all original characters and plotlines I create.

WARNING: There will be drug and alcohol use. Along with sex. Lots of sex. And violence. Plenty of violence. Not into that? Yeah, you may want to leave now.

-TiS-

"You look like an angel,

Walk like an angel,

Talk like an angel.

But I got wise.

You're the devil in disguise!

Oh yes you are.

The devil in disguise.

-Devil in Disguise by Elvis Presley

-TiS-

KNOCK! KNOCK!

"Daeva!"

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

"Daeva! Wake up! It's time for school!"

KNOCK! KNO-!

"Fine! I'm getting up, I'm getting up!"

As her sister's footsteps retreated, Daeva was able to successfully relax. The arm around her waist tightened, pulling her even closer to its chest. She let out a hum of approval at the position, her eyes drifting shut. And she would have drifted back off if not for the knowledge that her sister would be back and louder than ever.

So, with a groan, she pried the arm from around her waist and sat up. She ignored the dismayed grunt from her partner, instead favoring the stretching of her stiff limbs. She didn't care that she was nude, too focused on her own comfort and functions.

When she was successfully rested she glanced over her shoulder at her companion. Blonde, tan, with light brown eyes. A beauty with a muscular form that was drool-worthy. And nice in the sack as well. But, she didn't have time for round… 4? 5? 6? One of those numbers. She had to get dressed for the first day of school.

Last thing she needed was for her younger sister (And by younger she means by, like, 3 months) to come barging into her room, screaming at her to get up, only to get quite the view of her naked sister in bed with a man. It would surely scar the poor girl for life. And the last thing she needed was Aunt Jenna breathing down her neck for that.

So, with reluctance, she got up from her comfortable bed. She ignored the shuffling as her partner got up slowly. She absently ran her fingers through her hair, wincing at the small knots. However, she also had a pleased expression on her face. Must've been one hell of a night. She thought to herself, biting her lip in memory.

Then again, I'm not hungover. So… not that good. Her smile faded before she shook her head, shoving those thoughts to the side. She had no time for thoughts. She had to get ready or else Elena would surely snap.

She stepped over the discarded clothes that littered the floor of her room as she made her way to the bathroom. She was luckily given the bedroom with its own bathroom. Given to her only because she was the oldest of her siblings.

Sometimes it is good to be the oldest. She thought smugly as she entered the bathroom. She closed the door behind her all the way, clearly not inviting her latest conquest to join her. She wasn't in the mood and didn't have the time. She moved over to the shower and turned the dials, letting the water stream out.

As she waited for it to get nice and hot she moved over to the sink. She turned on water from the sink before grabbing her toothbrush. She glanced up at the mirror and paused, caught on her reflection. Her eyes took in her features quickly, eyebrows furrowing as they always did when she thought too much.

She was a rare sight in Mystic Falls.

Pale skin, much like a nice cream. Flawless of blemishes or imperfections, giving a very doll-like quality. Large hazel eyes with flecks of green only added to her overall doll-like appearance. They were framed by thick and dark lashes. She had a long and slender nose, helping balance out her features. Then, pale pink lips that were a nice color for her skin tone. The top lip was a cupid bow shape and the bottom lip was bigger and plumper. She had a heart shaped face and high-cheekbones.

Her hair was a very vivid red color. An eye-catching red with strands of dark and light brown and golden strands in the right light. The perfect blend to keep her hair from looking like a clown wig. Albeit, a very nice one. Her hair fell in loose waves just below her breasts.

Her body was the only thing that wasn't doll-like. Although, it did seem unnatural. She had a small waist and slim stomach as she was no slacker. Slightly wider hips and a modest but nice chest. A nice shape with long and shapely legs. And she was pretty short at 5'3 although she preferred the term 'Petite'.

As if you couldn't already tell; Daeva was adopted. And yes, it was painfully obvious. She'd asked her parents about it when she was younger and they told her the truth. Yes, she was adopted back when Elena was just a few months old. Reason being that she was dropped on their doorstep in the middle of the night. Wrapped up in a hand-woven blanket (A blanket that she'd embarrassingly kept over the years.) with nothing but a note with her name on it and a message saying 'Keep her safe'.

Totally not ominous at all.

Either way, she had no issue with being adopted. She cared for her current parents and she was glad to be Daeva Gilbert. Wouldn't change it for anything.

However, things didn't go according to plan and she ended up losing her parents sooner than she could have wished. Daeva paused, her toothbrush stopping inches from her mouth. She hadn't really focused on the death of her parents over the summer. Of course she screamed and broke stuff. (Didn't cry though, it's not really her thing.) However, over the summer, she spent most of her time sleeping around, partying, drinking, smoking, and having fun.

Doing anything she could to forget them.

Although, she did a lot of this stuff when they were alive too. Mostly the whole 'Having Sex' and 'Partying' part. The rest sort of followed. And her younger brother Jeremy seemed to follow in her footsteps with the whole drug and alcohol-thing. However, she liked to think that it wasn't her fault he started. That is was his own coping mechanisms and it had nothing to do with her. But, she wasn't confident in her thought.

And she knows that many adults are disappointed in her. Probably calling her a slut under their breaths at one of the thousand parties and events they have each year. However, she didn't care. And she wasn't ashamed and wasn't going to change who she was simply because some old hags had a stick shoved a bit too far up their asses.

She had sex because she liked sex. And because she liked how she felt during sex. During the act of sex she feels… rejuvenated. Feels like she is getting more and more energy. It's euphoric and indescribable. Wild and unrelenting. Just this glorious feeling of being sated. A unique high she can't get from smoking or drinking. So, she not even loved just the act of sex but she loved the feeling of touching the other person. And just feeling.

So... no.

She was not gonna give that feeling up to appease anyone.

Especially people she didn't care about at all. Then again, she cares about few people. She could list all the people she cares about (And probably loves) on her hand. Jeremy, her parents, Matt, and Caroline. 5. 5 people.

Actually, there was a running joke in their family. Started when she was about 5 or 6. At school her teacher asked the class to 'Write down the names of 10 people you care about'. A relatively easy assignment. Except for her.

She could only think of 5 people. The 5 she listed. She honestly didn't care about anyone else. If anyone ever got hurt or died in Mystic Falls she didn't care. It was just how she felt. And at the time, she didn't think anything about it. She thought it was normal.

So, she went up to her teacher and told her the issue: She only cared for 5 people. The teacher thought she was confused with the assignment. And told her to think about everyone she knows. And to think about how she felt if they were to be hurt and how she would feel. Or when they were happy, how she felt. And she was honest. She felt nothing unless it was with those 5 people she wrote down.

Of course, her teacher was concerned. And contacted her parents for a conference. And it took place after school. And when it actually started the teacher explained everything. And even her parents were a little confused by that. Usually people, especially children, were able to show some empathy for other people. But, she didn't.

Not that she wouldn't pick something up for someone if they dropped it or share her supplies with another student. She did nice things like that so she wasn't cruel or anything. Then again, she only did it out of common curtesy. Not out of the kindness of her heart.

And the teacher noted that. Proceeding to say that she was afraid that Daeva was possibly 'Apathetic to only a certain amount of people'. That led to an argument between her parents and the teacher. And the entire thing ended with the teacher calling her a 'sociopath' and demanding that she 'get help'. The disgust and fear in her voice was obvious.

The teacher ended up getting fired for 'unprofessional behavior'. And her parents turned the experience into something good. Giving her the nickname of 'Spock' because she thought logically instead of emotionally. It was a nice thing for them to do and it was one of the reasons she adored them so much. The ability they had to turn any situation into something good. Very admirable.

And she stayed the exact same over the years. Only caring for those 5 people and showing apathy to others. And as she got older she even began using others. For things like sex, to get alcohol and drugs from, and to get favors from. Except with Elena. She was her younger sister so she had to keep her safe. It was her duty as a sibling. However, their relationship never went past 'Protector' and 'Protected'.

Even then, she only did it in serious situations. Like when Elena was helping her cook dinner for everyone else, she sliced her hand cutting the vegetables. Daeva was quick to help her. But, it was mostly because she was expected to help Elena. And also because she didn't want blood everywhere. She would have to be the one to clean it up, after all. But, would she risk her life or those 5 she cared about for Elena? No. No, she would not.

And it was because of the realization of how she felt about Elena that kicked everything into overdrive.

Over the years she contemplated what her teacher had said that day. Calling her a 'sociopath' and she began wondering if she was. And, from research she did, it seemed like it. However, she also discovered that she fit more into the category of 'Highly Functioning Sociopath' because of her ability to fake emotions and fake care for other people.

After all, she is even able to make herself cry on command. A skill that took some time to learn but was eventually conquered. So, she identifies herself as a 'Highly-Functioning Sociopath' and she's cool with it. Sure, she doesn't meet all of the qualifications considering she does care about other people. Her 5. But, it was closest definition she could find in regards to what kind of person she is and how she works. So, she'd take it. And even with that, she's still human.

She has a personality. She has likes and dislikes. She has emotions. She's able to feel happy, sad, angry, tired, etc. But, she just has a lack of emotion and care in regards to actual people other than the 5 she mentioned.

She's pretty normal in everything else. And she even told Jeremy about this and he did his own share of research about it. And he isn't afraid of her and doesn't think she's a monster or anything like that. He still loves her. And she thinks that she loves him too.

Yes, she did care about them and was able to show actual concern. However, she isn't sure if she has even been in love. Or even if she has the capacity to. She's done research about it and the actual definition is different depending on where you look.

But, the best definition she could come up with (That actually applies to her) in regards to love is: Being able to care about someone so much that you're willing to do anything for them. Anything to see them happy and well. And if that's the case then yes, she does love the 5 she mentioned.

But, it is a definition she came up with. So, she's not really sure. But, at the same time, she's fine with not knowing. She only knows what she feels. Strong feelings of care and protectiveness for them. And nothing for everyone else. Nothing beyond hate or anger in regards to some people, even.

Then again, not caring hasn't gotten her into any trouble or anything. And she's learned to fake emotion in regards to other people so, she is pretty much set. And she'll just say that she loves the 5 people. After all, what she feels for them is probably the closest thing she'll ever feel to what love could be.

She shook off her thoughts before proceeding to brush her teeth. Her nose crinkled slightly at the smell and taste of mint. She personally hated mint but, the rest of her family loved it so she was stuck with it. Another thing that makes me different. She thought absently.

After rinsing out her mouth she cleaned off her toothbrush before placing it back in its designated area. She then went over to the shower and put her hand in. She yanked her hand back when the hot water touched her skin. She gave a grin before stepping into the shower. She let out a hiss and then a sigh when the hot water hit her skin. Although she did find herself trembling in delight. She loved the sting it gave her.

What? Pain could be good… Really good actually.

-Time Skip-

"Damn… you look fucking hot."

Daeva bit her lip seductively, eyeing him as she teasingly grabbed her breasts through her top. "Thank you, James." She drawled before she removed her hands, turning back to the floor-length mirror. She could hear his sigh of disappointment as she did so.

She ignored his whining as she eyed her reflection. She wore a slightly baggy black sweater with a big red kiss on the front of it. It hung seductively off of her left shoulder revealing the strap of her red lace bra. She then wore a tight, black high-waisted skirt that stopped a few inches above her knee. Then, some red peep toe heels to finish off the look.

I'm in a bit of a darker mood today. She thought absently as she checked her makeup. She rarely wore much. Just red lipstick and some mascara. After making sure her makeup was flawless she eyed her hair in order to make sure there were no loose hairs too stubborn to stay in place. Her hair was in a side ponytail, hanging off to the side.

After a thorough examination she was ready to head downstairs. However, she paused as she remembered. She turned her attention to her bed where a naked James laid. She eyed his pale form with a bit of confusion. She wasn't paying much attention this morning. He looked tired. Really tired. And a bit sick if she was honest. But, she couldn't muster up any sympathy to actually care.

So, she gave him a look, bored of him. "You can leave now." She dismissed as she went over to her desk to grab her book bag. She could practically hear the rusty wheels inside his head going as he tried to comprehend what she was saying. "What?" Apparently 'What' was honestly the best he could come up with.

She let out an annoyed sigh, mumbling under her breath. "I'm surrounded by idiots." He was still staring at her with a dumb look on his face that really made his attractiveness go down. Why did I fuck him again? Her eyes, against her will might she add, slid down his chest before resting on his lap which, sadly, was covered by her blankets. Oh yeah… that's why.

But, his attractiveness and usefulness had run out and now he was just taking up air and her bed and she needed to head downstairs. She had no time for this.

Daeva crossed her arms as she eyed James. "In case you've somehow lost your hearing between right now and last night I'll repeat it once. And just once. We had a good time last night. And now, it's the morning after. And you're boring me and you are of no use to me now. So, get out. Climb out the window actually, you might give my aunt a heart attack. And make haste because school starts soon and I have to leave. Now, did you get all that?"

By the time she was finished, James had completely sat up and was staring at her in disbelief and humiliation. She took his silence as a 'yes' before she picked up her bag, throwing it over her left shoulder. She winked. "See you around, James." Before grabbing her phone from her desk and leaving the room, closing the door behind her.

She paused outside of it and listened closely. It was quiet for the first few seconds before she could hear lots of movement. She smirked in triumph. "Good boy." She mumbled before waltzing downstairs to face the day.

As she was heading downstairs she could hear footsteps behind her. She glanced behind her to see her brother, Jeremy, moving towards the stairs. She quickly took in the bloodshot eyes, the tiredness, the slight winces he would make when he moved too much, and she saw the sluggish movement. He did a pretty decent job of hiding it and she knew most would miss it. But, he was her younger brother and she knew him. Oh! And she recognized the signs. She's experienced the same symptoms in the beginning as well.

"Feeling good, little brother?"

Jeremy gave her a surprised look, obviously not expecting her. And the look then shifted to unease and slight nervousness. He gave a nervous chuckle, quickly moving downstairs so that he was beside her. "Uh… what do you mean?"

Daeva gave him a smirk. "Dear brother, you don't think I'm an idiot do you? You're really gonna try and lie to me? Especially about this?" Halfway through, Jeremy averted his eyes from hers. He was clearly feeling guilt over lying to her.

Daeva was proud to say that Jeremy and she were close. Closer than Elena and she, at least. Primarily because they both were the 'Outcasts' of the family. With Jeremy being more withdrawn from others and Daeva being… sexually promiscuous? Either way, they both were a contrast to the 'Goody-Two-Shoes' Elena.

And when their parents died Jeremy and she became even closer and drifted farther away from Elena. Mostly because of her overall… nagging. Sure, she had good intentions in regards of trying to 'Help them move on' and such. However, she was very judgmental and a bit more forceful in her beliefs.

Which made her quite the hypocrite as she goes around preaching about 'Moving On' and 'Getting out there'. Yet, she apparently thinks Jeremy and Daeva are blind to her little 'hobby' of writing and stuffing her feelings into a diary. And the whole breakup with Matt? Yeah, sure. 'It just wasn't working'… right.

You get where she's going with this?

Anyway, back to the story.

"Sorry, Eva." Jeremy muttered all adorable and stuff. Daeva felt herself unconsciously smile at the nickname he used for her. He's the only one allowed to call her that. Anyone else even dares to? They'll end up with a broken or bruised something.

She won't go into any more detail about that.

She gave Jeremy a playful punch in the arm showing she wasn't really annoyed. "Don't worry, little brother. And, by the way," She leaned in a bit and lowered her voice to a whisper. "If you want I can teach you a special recipe of mine. Gets rid of hangovers quicker then pain meds. If you want of course."

Jeremy's face split into a grin. "Did I ever tell you that you're the best big sister ever?" Daeva gave a cocky grin in response. "Yeah, you have. But, I'm always open to hearing it more." Jeremy shook his head, holding back a wince of regret when pain hit.

Daeva gave her brother a sympathetic grin before she linked her arm in his.

"Come on. Let's get to the kitchen before Elena starts hunting us down." She then proceeded to drag him to the kitchen where she could already hear voices.

When they entered, Jeremy seemed unconcerned with the conversation already happening. "Is there coffee?" He asked after hearing Elena say the word. Daeva was honestly worried about him. He might have an addiction to coffee. Because… geez. The happiness and intrigue in his voice and the comfort he so clearly feels whenever he drinks it… it's literally fascinating to watch.

Personally, she prefers tea over coffee. But, she understand the appeal and has been guilty of drinking entire pots of coffee whenever she needed to study for a big test in school.

While Jeremy went for the coffee, Daeva went to the fridge. She'd previously made a fruit smoothie the night before and she was taking it to school. And you may think that she's one of those 'Health Nuts' who make fat free smoothies every morning and just don't eat breakfast.

Actually… no. It's not like that at all.

You see, she makes a perfectly normal smoothie. Whether it be strawberry, berry, banana, etc. But, she would then add a special ingredient. To be more specific she adds different things depending on her mood. Bourbon, Whiskey, Rum, Vodka. Depends. And in this case…

She opened the slot at the top of the cup and drank a little bit of it. She let out a pleased hum at the taste.

Whiskey this time.

She closed the slot before paying attention to her surroundings once again. And in her dazed out state it appeared that Jenna was currently walking out the door. "Bye, Jenna!" She gave her farewell, raising a hand in the air.

Jenna blew her a kiss before rushing out the door. And, at that point, it appeared that Elena was about to come in for the kill. "You okay?" She asked in a very 'Elena-like' voice. Jeremy gave her an annoyed look, clearly not in the mood for a 'Chick-Flick Moment' as she and he liked to call it.

"Don't start."

And by this point Daeva had gravitated forward and was in front of both of them. Cleary anticipating a good fight.

So, as Jeremy was about to stomp out with a dramatic flair she herself had taught him, he grabbed her by her wrist and began dragging her out with a surprising amount of force. She had just enough time to wave to Elena with a yell of, "Bye!" right before Jeremy dragged her out of the house.

-TiS-

"Hey, Eva, I'll be right back. I just have to give this guy some drugs. He's giving me some cash for it."

Daeva nodded to Jeremy as they stopped outside the boy's bathroom. But, before he could turn and go in, she stopped him. "Hold on a sec." She then looked inside of her book bag and, after shoving some stuff around, produced what she was looking for.

Eye drops.

"Here. Use these. You clearly look stoned. It should get rid of the redness and some of the cloudiness. You should really start using these. They help." Daeva spoke without judgement and was quick with her words. She clearly knew everything that she was talking about.

Jeremy gave her a thankful look and leaned down, kissing her on her cheek. He pulled away a little bit to whisper, "Thank you." Before turning and entering the boy's bathroom.

She smiled to herself before she heard a squeal. She rolled her eyes. However, it was without true annoyance. I know that girly squeal anywhere. She quickly turned on her heel and was immediately glomped by a mass of blonde hair.

She let out a laugh, immediately hugging her best friend back. "Hey, Care." She said, laughter still in her voice. Caroline pulled away and began studying her and touching her as if making sure she was solid.

"Caroline, baby, we did it that one time. Did you like it that much? At least wait until we're in private." She shamelessly teased her friend, her voice dipping into 'Her Voice' momentarily for added sex appeal.

And, for those who don't know what 'Her Voice' is, let me explain.

There is this voice she uses whenever she is trying to seduce someone or flirt. Basically her voice gets a bit deeper and huskier and overall sexier. And whenever she uses this voice it turns people into putty in her manicured hands. Whenever she uses that voice on people she doesn't want to fuck she makes sure to use 'Her Voice' sparingly.

Usually only for teasing.

Last thing she wants are her friends immediately trying to fuck her brains out. Then again, she has fucked a good 90% of the teen and young adult population. The 10% being family members and those people that Elena has specifically told her not to go after. Jeremy couldn't give any fucks as to who she's had sex with. Even those that she hates-she's had sex with them.

Have you ever had angry/hate sex?

For those of you that haven't: I'm sorry.

For those of you that have: You understand, right?

Anyway, enough of her sex life. Back to the story.

Caroline didn't pay her flirting any attention and continued her investigation. However, she did look a little flushed. Daeva smirked to herself. She made Caroline Forbes, the Caroline Forbes, blush. Eat your heart out every guy Caroline has ever dated. They don't make her blush.

After Caroline was done with her investigation she grabbed Daeva's hand and dragged her to the side. What is with the hand-grabbing today? When they were to the side Caroline began.

"Where the hell have you been missy? Have you been avoiding me? I know that you haven't been barricaded inside like Elena because I hear about your sexual conquests and your appearance at parties. So… you are clearly going around and having fun regardless of your parent's death. So, what the hell? Could you not pick up a phone? Or give a text?"

That was why Caroline was Daeva's best friend.

She didn't beat around the bush with her. Tip toe around the topic of her parent's death. She confronted it head on and gave her opinion. Daeva appreciated that. Although, she knew Elena would definitely not be. In fact, she's going to make a bet now. That Caroline will make an 'insensitive' comment about the death of their parents and Elena will get upset.

But, she did have some explaining to do didn't she?

"Care… my parents died. Sure, they aren't my real parents but, they are my family none the less. And I loved them. This whole summer I've… I've been trying to forget about them. I've used other people for sex, alcohol, and drugs. Even more than usual." She gave a small laugh. "I'm sorry I didn't contact you. I love you Care, you know that." And she thinks that she actually means it. What she feels most likely is love.

She gave a simple apology with a true explanation. And it was all that was needed. Caroline's expression had softened and she looked at Daeva with understanding eyes. "Oh, Dae." Caroline was the only person who could call her that.

And Daeva accepted the hug from Caroline without complaint, hugging her friend back just as tightly.

Eventually the pulled apart and the moment was over. All the anger was gone and they were Daeva & Caroline again. Chick-Flick moment over. Then again, they never argued for long periods of time. And it could rarely be called 'Arguing'. Mostly it was just: Caroline is upset and gives a speech, they may end up not talking to each other for a day at the most, although this part is optional, then one of them steps up and apologizes to the other. And that is that.

It works for them.

And bubbly Caroline was back. "So! Enough of that. I have a lot to catch you up on. You won't believe all the 'secrets' floating about!" Caroline was gushing, practically buzzing at the prospect of gossiping.

Daeva gave her an unimpressed stare. "You know that I'm not one for gossip, dear." Another running theme between them was pretending to be a married couple. Giving each other nickname and flirting with each other. Joking about cheating on each other. Although, it was mostly Daeva who did the 'cheating' in the 'relationship'.

Caroline began pouting and trying to use puppy dog eyes. However, Daeva was unwavering in her decision. Caroline seemed to get that too as she seemed to deflate.

That was before a new idea popped into her head, immediately perking her up. Daeva eyed her with caution. Whenever she had an idea it was always best to start running. But then Caroline spoke.

"You know… gossiping is a great way to learn more about people. And it leads to excellent blackmail."

At the prospect of learning more information, Daeva began paying attention. And as soon as Caroline finished, Daeva pounced. Linking her arm through Caroline's as she began 'guiding' her friend down the hall.

"So… about this gossip you mentioned?" The innocent tone of voice made Caroline giggle before launching into a rant about their fellow students.

-Time Skip-

This. Was. Torture.

Being forced to sit through Tanner's boring lectures as he ranted on and on about stuff she gave no fucks about. Every 5 minutes she would look towards the door. She would honestly begin weighing the pros and cons of just walking out and skipping. Probably snag a smoke off of one of her friends that lived nearby. She was almost out.

However, there was only one thing keeping her there.

And can you guess what that is?

Daeva turned her gaze to the objects of her attention. Her sister Elena and new kid, Stefan. This was the guy every girl has been creaming their panties for? And as she stared throughout the period she understood why. He was very handsome. And he was new to town. So, he has this whole mysterious air surrounding him.

And, for some reason, she couldn't take her eyes off of him. She didn't know what it was. Just… for some reason, every time she looked at him she felt… strange. She could feel that something was different about him. There was just this overall… feeling of darkness. And it just drew her in.

When she first entered the classroom she walked past Stefan. And she just got this… feeling. It was like when she had sex. Everything is heightened and she feels this warmth surrounding her body. Making her feel like she's on fire and it feels amazing. It was kind of like that with him, in a way. A bit dulled down and opposite but, it was enough to make her look twice.

It was as if he had a magnetic field around him. And whenever she was close she got zapped by it. And it would send this numbing coldness through her and she enjoyed the pain the coldness would leave her with.

Something was different about this guy.

And she liked it.

But, apparently Elena had already called dibs on him. Stefan and she had been having eye-sex the entire period. It was nauseating in a way. There are certain things she wishes that she would never have to see. And her sister's 'Come Hither' face was one of them.

She shook her head to herself before a light vibration caught her attention. Her eyes immediately zoned in on Elena. She always did have good hearing. Although it seemed to come and go. And it helped the Elena was literally just 2 seats in front of her.

She was unable to read the message, but she had a pretty good idea as to who sent it. Her eyes moved over to Bonnie as she tucked her phone into her pocket. Daeva's eyes narrowed a little bit at the girl.

She'd never liked or cared for Bonnie in all the time that she'd known her. She fell somewhere in between the categories of 'Could Give No Fucks' and 'Constant Annoyance'. Although, to be fair, everyone fell into the 'Could Give No Fucks' category normally. (Although, Stefan had moved to the 'Interesting' category so that wasn't entirely true.)

Thing is, Bonnie and she never got along. They were civil to each other but, they both knew that they both didn't like one another. Personally, she found Bonnie to be very quick to judge and label. And she seemed to have this constant aura of 'I'm better then you'. To be honest, it grated on her nerves a lot more than it should.

The only reason she even tolerated her was because of Elena. If she said or did something to Bonnie then Elena would be constantly whining and complaining about it. And considering she has to live with Elena? She would never be able to hear the end of it!

It was something she did not want to deal with.

So, she's keeping her pretty mouth shut.

Doesn't mean that she can't glare and have violent thoughts.

And that's what she'll do for the rest of the period. It has to be more entertaining than listening to Tanner ramble on about… a war? Or something along those lines. She couldn't bring herself to care any more or less.

She just couldn't wait to leave. She was supposed to meet up with a 'friend' of hers named Sam. He was 21 and had graduated a few years before. He gets her cigarettes and booze and, if he's in a good mood, teaches her about hacking. She's already pretty damn good but there's always more to learn.

And they'll have sex or she'll keep him company in return. He's very awkward in social situations and doesn't have any friends really. The only reason she knew of him was because she accidently stumbled upon him getting beat up by some jock a few years ago.

So, she came to his rescue. Blackmailing the jock into leaving Sam alone. (Steroids. Always steroids.) Ever since then Sam latched onto her. Offering her money and drugs and alcohol to get her to stick around. She didn't care much for money so it was drugs and alcohol. And once he found out about how much she loved sex it became their thing.

She didn't care about him beyond him being more of a pet to her. Although, she's been feeling protectiveness over him and has begun to care about how he actually felt. So, he might end up being added as the 6th person on her list. But, she isn't sure.

No big deal. At least she has something to look forward to after this.

(WARNING: Sex scene up ahead. Just letting you know in case you want to skip down some past it. But, it's not too graphic and it does give some insight into her. But, skip if you want.)

-Time Skip-

She loved this.

"Oh, Sam." Daeva moaned, letting her head fall back. She could hear Sam's grunts as he bounced her in his lap. She bit her lip to try and muffle her moans but quickly gave up on that. Instead choosing to wrap her arms around him.

"D-Daeva… ugh… so tight." She could hear him grunt out, his hot breath fanning over her cheek as he mumbled into her ear. She could feel his hard member thrusting in and out of her with surprising force considering how meek Sam seemed to be on the outside. Oh well, that's why you never judged a book by its cover.

She could feel him hitting all the right spots inside her and was tightening her grip on him with every passing second. "M-more." She gasped out, her body hot and heart beating wildly. She could practically feel herself becoming more and more energized the closer they both got to climax.

Could feel every inch of him slamming into her. Could hear every shallow breath and loud moan or deep grunt. Could taste vodka whenever they kissed. Could see the sweat on their skin as it became hotter and hotter. Everything was heightened and vivid.

She loved it so much.

She loved the feeling it gave her. Loved the feeling of power it gave her and loved feeling like she could take on the world. And she adored the power she had over her partner.

A rotation of the hips here. Moan. A hair-pull there. Grunt. A breathy 'Please fuck me' right here. "Say my name." Each person was different. With their own particular kinks and turn-ons. She loved figuring them out. Because if she could figure out what made them do what? Then, she would have no problem playing them how she wants in order to get off.

Speaking of which.

Her breathing shifted as he picked up speed. Her moans became a constant sound in the room. And it was a symphony. Her moans, his grunts and pleas of her body, and the sound of flesh meeting flesh… something only few could appreciate.

And with one more hard thrust she was complete. Her eyes had rolled back as she came to a hard orgasm and he followed, his cock twitching inside of her as he ejaculated into the condom. All that could be heard was their heavy breathing.

They collapsed onto each other, his member still inside of her. They didn't speak or move. Simply enjoyed each other's presence. After 5 or 10 minutes it was over. Daeva rose off of his limp cock, both letting out a soft sigh as they separated.

She got off the bed before moving around the cramped room and collected her clothes. Putting them on as she went. And after finally putting on her top she was ready. She just grabbed her book bag and phone. Her hair was loose in waves and random curls. She moved her hair out of her face before looking over to Sam.

He hadn't got up. Still laying there in a post-orgasmic state of exhaustion. He always felt exhausted after sex. Teasing her about her ability to wear him out. About always needing a good nap after a session of sex.

She took it as a compliment.

She then moved over to the door of bedroom, opening it. His bedroom was heavy with the smell of sex and heat. She blew him a kiss before leaving. She then moved down the familiar hallway and moved downstairs.

She was soon out of the house and was on the sidewalk. She let out a pleased sigh. She was pleasantly buzzed and a bit high. There was a pleasant pain between her thighs and from the various scratches on her body.

All in all, she was happy.

As she was walking home she checked her phone. She noticed that she was with Sam for hours and that she had 3 text messages. From Jeremy and Caroline. Twice for Caroline.

I'm guessing u r wit Sam? Gimme details ltr.

-Jeremy

She giggled at Jeremy's text. Primarily because of his awful spelling. Then again, most people texted like that. So, she didn't blame him. She shrugged before responding.

Yes, I was with Sam. Just left now, actually. And don't worry. I will tell ya everything you little perv.

-Daeva

The next text was from Caroline.

OMG! Stefan is so amazing! You wont believe the info I got on him today. Call me later, k?

-Caroline

A frown tugged on Daeva's lips at the text. She was hoping that Caroline would have no interest in Stefan. But, she pretty much knew that she would. The reason she was upset by it was because she knew Stefan and Elena were feeling each other.

And, if she knew Elena like she definitely did, Stefan and she would be dating by the end of the week or something. And she just did not want to see Caroline get her hopes up, only to end up hurt.

She gave a response.

Oohhh, I wanna hear all of it! And how about we Skype later?

-Daeva

She then checked the second text from her, curious as to what she had to say.

Oh! Actually, why don't you meet Lena, Bon, and I at the Grill? It'll be fun!

-Caroline

Daeva was interested up till the part where 'Bon' was mentioned. She frowned to herself. She would love to go but, it's honestly best if Bonnie and she were not in the same vicinity. Because by the end there will most likely be a fight. And she was not in a fighting mood at the moment.

So, reluctantly, she responded.

Sorry, dear. No can do. I have a thing with a friend. Next time, surely.

-Daeva

After sending the text, she stuffed her phone into her book bag. She then threw it over her shoulder before continuing on her way home.

-TiS-

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