demetriarose-xx

[demetriarose-xx]

a starter for JARED ( @curiouscast ).

Twenty one – an age that all girls could not wait to reach. Drinking, parties, night clubs… You name it. It was the age where most girls felt as though they had turned into a woman, it was the age where you were finally free to do as you pleased being a legal adult but to Demetria Rivers? It was just another year that she had been locked up in Brielle Institute and to be precise, her third birthday spent within the hospitals four walls. Funnily enough, where she was residing had begun to turn into her home. There were other patients who beamed grins in her direction, sending birthday wishes her way, as well as the small portion of staff members who had cared enough to give her a card or a small gift… Whilst Demetria was an incredibly materialistic person, their small efforts had gone a long way. It wasn’t as if they could bring her in a pair of stilettos or alcohol to celebrate her ‘coming of age’. Trinkets and chocolate were all that would suffice, though to tell the truth – her best gift so far was the card she had received from her parents, containing a small silver necklace. Honestly, Demi was surprised that they had even remembered but that was what made their gift even more meaningful. 

What Demetria really wanted for her birthday this year though, was Jared. Her man, a movie on Netflix and some crappy oven pizza. Who would have thought that the beauty would be so content with the smaller things? Crawling out of bed and wondering out of the big door that led towards the staff accommodation, the brunette tucked her red security pass into the pocket of her tracksuit bottoms and skipped down towards the apartments a little too enthusiastically. There was a difference between having a spring in your footstep and the way in which she was walking but she was just so excited to allow her real birthday celebrations to begin in the arms of somebody she loved… Most of the time, the beauty could just waltz into Jared’s apartment – though on this occasion, she found the door locked when she went to twist the door handle. You couldn’t be too safe, she thought to herself, allowing a small sigh to flee from her nostrils as her balled fist gave a delicate knock against the wood.

[demetriarose-xx]

in response to this ASK MEME from damon salvatore ( @curiouscast ).

It was unbeknownst to Demetria Rivers that she would have ever found herself in a situation where she had grown so accustomed to supernatural occurrences; spending her time with a variety of different vampires and in some instances, even serving as the bait for when they needed something. When she had found out on the very first day that Damon Salvatore – a man CREATURE who had captured her interests with such little effort – was a vampire, the beauty would never have assumed that just months down the line, she would be dealing with much more; witches, werewolves, hunters… On most occasions, the beauty felt POWERLESS. She knew that there was absolutely nothing she could do to help Damon out of the sticky situations that he had usually found himself stuck in, all for Elena. Demetria still didn’t know how to feel about her either. She trusted Damon when he said that there were no feelings there, though she just felt so defeated each time he insisted on helping her. This time however, Demetria couldn’t REFUSE because it was to do with Stefan. The beauty had tried her hardest to wrap her head around the situation, though there were so many details, that they continuously slipped her mind. Stefan had been through a particular phase – one so dangerous, that nobody wanted him to fall back into. She was sure that she had heard Damon call it the ‘RIPPER phase’… Hell – the whole reason that they were in this situation is because Stefan had made a deal with Klaus, for Damon. Honestly, Demetria had never known a loyalty stronger than the two Salvatore brothers… Though, it only sent her swooning over her vampire boyfriend more. 

Knowing that there was NOTHING she could have done this time to stop Damon from running off into the darkness in an attempt to figure out Stefan’s whereabouts, especially seeing as Damon had forced her to stay at home, the beauty occupied herself – exploring the several rooms that she was yet to see of the boarding house, her new HOME. Ankles carried her through the room which appeared to be a library, two fingertips trailing over the spines of books which had collected sprinklings of dust, her mind carrying her back to somebody who would have adored to be trapped within a room as such. Jared… Demetria hadn’t spoken to him in over seven months and whilst she did sometimes wonder how he was doing, she had to confess that this move was one of the best things that she had done for herself. The brunette hadn’t found herself obsessing over her self-worth in months, knowing that there was no competition with Elena or any other woman in Mystic Falls. Come to think of it, Damon seemed to be the one who was more FEARFUL in losing her – his palm fastening over her waist each time the hungry eyes of another vampire ( or HUMAN ) cast upon her body, a threatening tone lacing his vocal chords to protect her. Honestly, it was kinda HOT each time the vampire made it known just who she belonged to… For the first time in years, Demetria Rivers felt appreciated for everything that she was – as opposed to belittled for everything she was not. 

Collapsing into the old leather couch that laid in the centre of the book-filled room, having counted over nine hundred books, the beauty allowed a sigh to flare through her nostrils – lips pouting together as though Damon was physically there to witness her overly dramatic display of boredom. She could have sworn she had heard a few knocks, though decided to ignore it – they were barely audible after all and could have been her imagination. Anybody welcome in the house was either human or had been invited in. Demetria had learned better than to just open the door at random to people had been knocking. This was just getting SILLY… It had been at least eight hours since he had left the house and she hadn’t even heard from him, after INSISTING that he called her with updates. It wasn’t as though Stefan was a stranger. Demetria had gotten to know him – learned the quirks of his personality, shared moments of gratitude with him as he had saved Damon from a variety of instances. Laying there in silence allowed Demetria a few moments to really think about why she hadn’t heard from Damon… No, something didn’t feel right. The expression of serenity that had previously been resting upon her cherub cheeks was slowly melting into a panic, hazels glossing with worry as her body bolted upright. He would have at least sent her a text by now, even if he was busy… 

Quickly making the decision to grab her jacket and keys, the beauty tugged leather over her shoulders – flicking waves of chocolate atop of the material. Honestly, the concern was bubbling with inside of her, that she didn’t even take a second to look in the mirror – though one hundred things started piling inside of her mind as she made her way out of THEIR bedroom. If Demi was to become a vampire, she could go with Damon to every little ‘adventure’ like this… She could be there to protect him if he needed it. She just wanted to be SURE that he was what she wanted before she gave the rest of her life to him, well – an ETERNITY to be precise. If this last year had taught her anything, it was that even the people you thought you knew could leave you feeling heartbroken. 

With pursed lips and adamant autumns, the beauty wrapped her wrist around the front door handle – twisting it as she expected to be hit by a cold air but instead, she felt something collapse against her booted ankles instead. A stream of worry burst through her flood defence panels, a silenced scream hissing out from her mouth as her vision was tainted with nothing but the colour RED – pools of crimson circling around the patio door, bubbling into a blackening cherry, soon being washed away with the cascading rain. As a bolt of thunder echoed above them, rippling through the boarding house as though it was a gun shot, Demetria noticed the real, actual holes indented within his abdominal area – beginning there and sprawling over his chest and shoulders, whilst the rips and tears littered his white shirt, flashing like warning signs. “Damon – what happened? Oh, Damon – I… I don’t know what to do.” Words were coming out choked, breath heaving as her own heart had begun to overwork – mind trying to process exactly what had happened, though before she had to opportunity to do so, she noticed the first wooden handle that was fixed into place in his stomach. A gasp quivered from her lips, accompanied by mutters that even Demetria couldn’t understand. Delicate fingers wrapped around its stiff handle, pulling at it with all of her might as she tossed it to the side, viridescents analysing his entire body for anything else – the pain still apparent on his face. It wasn’t the first time that she had pulled something out of him, though it never had been a stake… The odd kitchen knife that had embedded its way into him through some petty fight with Caroline or Stefan, but never anything quite like that. 

Tearful eyes attempted to prop him up, hazels darting across the entire scenario like watchful eyes following a tennis match. Taking in the scene, Demetria soon realised that there were little flecks of wood littered across the stone entrance to their doorway – irises then captivated by one specific puncture so close to his heart, that his life was slipping before her very eyes. Honestly, the beauty had never felt anything like it. She had been through her own share of DISGUSTING sights, such as finding her friends lifeless body which Damon knew all about – though this was on a whole new level. Damon hadn’t done this to himself like Abigail had… Somebody had intentionally gone out, hunting him as though he was some kind of HELPLESS animal attacked for sport. The brunette had never known a hysteria like it – anxiety seeping through her veins as it dawned upon her that his life was essentially in his hands. He N E E D E D her right now but one wrong move and it could go terribly wrong… Maybe Demi would be better off as a vampire, she could have been there to HELP him. Though if she was a vampire, she knew that her blood would do nothing to bring him back to normality – that was inevitably going to happen. Now fighting back real tears, a heavy breath in preparation exited through her lips, nodding to ensure herself that she needed to complete this next step, before uttering a few hushed words into his ears. 

“I’m really sorry, like REALLY sorry but this is going to hurt – breathe, okay? Just breath Dam –“ 

Before he had the chance to say anything, Demetria had gritted her teeth, fingertip invading his flesh from the left side of his back – knowing that if anything wooden even SCRAPED his heart, it could be game over. In amongst the wettening red that was spilling into her palm from his back, the beauty could feel something much harder than just flesh or an organ… Though she couldn’t quite get to it. She could feel it nudging, further into the centre of his core but it just wasn’t coming out. 

“Fuck. I… I’ve managed to move it away Damon, but – but it’s not coming out. Stay still, okay? Just stay…”

Instantly rooting through the handbag that was once on her shoulder, the blood that was covering her fingertips like her favourite nail varnish now spreading across the contents of her bag – coating her diary, staining her mobile and rubbing all over her makeup bag, Demi desperately searched for their pair of tweezers that she KNEW she always kept in there. Within that thirty seconds it took for her to find it, the beauty felt as though her own heart was just inches away from being scraped by a bullet. There was no point in being here if Damon was not… He was the one who had pulled her from her miserable life, teaching her that she truly had a PURPOSE in the world – in their world. It seemed a little Romeo and Juliet, in true Demetria Rivers style – jumping to the idea of taking her own life if the vampire did not make it. How dramatic, she was here – ready to save his life. There was no time for negative thoughts. She could hear him groaning, though she wasn’t sure if it was at the idea of having a pair of tweezers dug into his back or because of the pain that was causing him to CRUMBLE… Either way, Demi had to do this, to get it out. Without even giving him a warning, the beauty swallowed the hard lump wedged in her throat – ignoring the streams of tears that were BURNING her at her cheeks and within seconds, she had a grip of the bullet, digging it out as the barricades of his flesh served as a wire loop game. Even without the vampire hearing, Demetria could hear the sound of it scraping against fresh flesh – a slimed noise hissing at her for daring to help Damon and sure enough, she had managed to get it out, the metal clinking of her tweezers hitting the stone as a crashing breath of relief fled from her lungs too. 

“Oh, god…” In between heavy breaths, the pounding of her heart almost shattering her lungs, Demetria allowed a smile to fall over her lips for a flash of a second. Pearls glistened under the moonlight, collapsing onto her backside, hazels fluttering to a close for a moment – the curvature to her lips still pointing up to the stars as though to thank them for her luck. Tugging his wounded body onto her lap, cradling his head into her arms as she pressed a series of kisses against his forehead – the brunette allowed her wet cheeks to press against his own warm skin, whispering lightly to him in a reassured tone of voice, despite knowing that it wasn’t over yet. The beauty wasn’t quite sure how well he could hear her, though she was CERTAIN that some part inside of him was conscious enough to catch onto what she was saying. Despite Damon being very much alive, seconds away from her blood bringing his strength back, Demetria couldn’t stop the tears from flooding – purely because of how narrow an escape it could have been. “I did it. Damon, we did it… You’re going to be okay, no werewolf bites, no bullets in your heart... You’re okay, you just need some blood and you’ll be fine. Damon, you’re going to be okay... I promise.”

In the midst of everything, the beauty had forgotten about the rain – speckles of it falling through the wooden roof above their heads. Demetria’s own clothes were soaked from the heavy waterfalls of sadness that had fell upon the pair of them, Damon’s own clothes sticking to his body too. It wasn’t as though she could just leave him to go to the kitchen… The collapsing of grey clouds upon their bodies was only intensifying everything else, leaving Demi to feel as though she was running out of time. It wasn’t long until she noticed a stray rock only inches away from their bodies and without any hesitation, she picked it up and dragged it across her own wrist, knowing that Damon may not even be able to pierce through her skin – lacerating her own flesh with not a thought in the world, but saving his life. A loud groan tugged on her vocal chords, rolling of her tongue and lifting into the air around them but she didn’t want attention – she wanted to be able to save the man that she was falling in love with. As soon as the tear seemed to look mildly serious, Demetria wasted no time in pressing it to his lips – her spare hand running circles through ravenous tendrils, drawing infinity signs into his scalp to show him how long she intended to love him, slowly drifting off into her own state of unconsciousness.

[demetriarose-xx]

curiouscast·:

              Cerulean hues shimmered with delight as the woman seated next to him within the interior of the powder blue chevy leaned in toward his toned frame. This was yet another instance in which his vampiric senses would come in handy - allowing him to tangle his tongue with Demi’s whilst the road continued to pass them by without even a whisper of danger. There were a handful of cars scattered across the road - but none that would pose a threat, even if Damon had been his less indestructible self.

She was excited - could taste it on her lips and the poor girl should be honestly. It was only a matter of time before his doppelgänger attempted to contact her of course, thus ruining the charade that was this fun little game Damon was entertaining himself with. But it wasn’t really a game - there was motive behind it of course. He was attempting to suss out just how connected Demetria was to his unfortunate mirror image. While it was true Damon Salvatore had no qualms whatsoever about playing the bad guy there was something to be said for a new found sense of empathy bubbling up within the eldest brother. He chalked it up to spending too much time with Saint Stefan and of course the do gooder Elena Gilbert. As much as he would have liked to simply whisk Jared off into the night - compelling Demi that she had never had a boy friend so deviously good looking - he simply couldn’t. Because that would be too cruel and besides, the girl deserved a proper explanation…at least in due time. If she was going to trust Damon then a base line relationship was going to have to be built…though in truth it didn’t make very much sense to start off said relationship with as large of a lie as he was sporting now. But beggars couldn’t be choosers, Damon needed Jared - he had to keep Elena safe.

A delighted hum left the vampires lips as the girl peeled herself away and he allowed himself to stay in the moment just a second longer, breathing in her scent, body wash and shampoo - not to mention the oh so tempting waft of crimson that ran just beneath her alabaster flesh. But their moment of happiness hadn’t lasted long, interrupted by the subtle buzzing that came from the cell phone incased within the beauties jeans. Well damn, that was fast - the vampire thought to himself, pulling a face as if to say ‘I’m not sure’.

“Demi! Where are you? I came home early to surprise you and-“

“I’m sorry, Demi can’t come to the phone right now - but if you’d like to leave a message I’ll be sure to deliver it for you.” The vampire said cooly as he snatched the small device from the brunette’s hand. The more he allowed them to talk the more Damon was convinced the bombshell sitting next to him would demand to be taken home - whether she was fighting with her significant other or not.

Panic flashed like a lightning bolt within Jared’s soul. The voice on the other end of the line was his very own - which could only mean one thing. “Damon. Bring her home right now. I swear if you touch one hair on her head-“

“Relaaaaaaax Jare-bear, Demi’s…fine.” Damon uttered into the receiver, allowing his sapphire pools to cascade over the woman sitting next to him. Oh yes, she was fine indeed. “I promise I don’t have any nefarious intentions. You two were having some relationship troubles, I figured I’d lend a hand - absence makes the heart grow fonder you know Jared.”

“You bring her back here right now you ass-“

                   “Sorry! We-re brea-ki-ng up, going through - a ….tunn-el…jare..” With a grin the vampire chucked the phone out the window, precise hearing able to pick up the tiny fragments of glass as they hit the highway behind them. A beat passed, maybe two before Damon’s eyes fell against Demi again, smug grin still laced against his features like some kid who’d just egged their neighbours house. “Sorry - I’ll buy you a new one, it was old anyway wasn’t it? Besides, did you really want Captain Buzzkill interrupting us the whole time?” He was banking rather hard on the fact that Demi and Jared had been fighting prior to this little get away, but from what the vampire had seen the girl couldn’t honestly use some time away from the boyfriend who seemed far too comfortable in their day to day mundane life. 

Foolish. Demetria Rose Rivers was nothing but a foolish girl, living in a world where she believed that her partner would actually go out of his way to do something nice for her in an attempt to save their relationship. As the tinned voice on the other end of the phone grew distant, the speaker that was originally pressed to her ear snatched away from her leaving her eyes pinned to the road ahead of them that the blue chevrolet was speeding along, the beauty felt her heart turn over. How had she not noticed the demeanour within the man that had so eagerly walked into their home, ready to ruin their relationship? Jared and Damon’s bickering was the last thing ringing in her ears, instead – the ever piling mountain of thoughts within her mind just screaming at her instead. It took her a second to put two and two together, realising that the man by her side was not her long term boyfriend, but the vampire that had seduced her no more than seven days ago. As their conversation went on, thick brows knitted together, lashes nestling against her frown of an expression as her eyes finally fell to her lap – lip entangling its way between two rows of pearls. 

Feeling her stomach roll over, the air from the city roads spilling in through the window and polluting her mind with a sense of reality – Demetria lifted her hazels from whatever distraction that was hypnotising her, focusing her attention on the MURDERER who was in control of their fate behind the wheel. There seemed to be a lack of remorse spilling over his canvas, lips curved upward into a prized smirk as her phone went flying out of the window, her body immediately curving around to the road behind them – watching her phone bounce back up into the air before the car that was several metres behind them went flying over it, fractions of glass and metal detonating into the air as though her phone never existed. 

To tell the truth, Demi had no idea how to respond. Damon had just… Tossed her phone into the road as though it meant nothing to him, though his words had her autumnal hues dancing back over to him. Lips were now parted, ready to speak but NOTHING was coming out. Sure, the phone was old but that meant nothing in correspondence to the thousands of memories saved within the confinements of a screen. Luckily, there were all sorts of software that would keep those pictures and videos safe, though she couldn’t wrap her mind around his careless thoughts. 

“Damon? What the… What made you think you could get away with pretending to be Jared?” 

Before he had the opportunity to answer, the brunette found herself snapping back her seat – vocal chords scoffing at what had just happened. She wasn’t entirely angry… No, she needed a weekend away from her sad life. Perhaps, Demetria was more disappointed by the fact that she thought Jared was capable of doing such a kind and caring thing and that whole façade was ruined by the impending reality of him catching on and discovering that she had basically been kidnapped by a creature of the NIGHT. Captain Buzzkill was one way to refer to Jared but now, she wouldn’t be able to get in touch with him – to apologise for running away without even a second thought but then it dawned upon her… What could she possibly apologise for? Once again, she had been tricked into believing that the vampire was her boyfriend. It wasn’t her fault that she couldn’t visually tell the difference between them, nor could she spot the dishonesty within Damon’s body language. There was a reason that she hadn’t questioned his intentions after all. He was rather convincing. After taking a second to realise that she wasn’t particularly angry, the beauty soon found herself indulging within danger again – hazels glimmering in the direction of the man who had seemed to have taken a liking to her that was beyond anything she could have ever fathomed. 

“Devastatingly beautiful, huh?” 

And with that, everything had left her mind. It made sense, didn’t it? Demetria was just like Damon. It was no wonder that their devious minds connected so well in unison, like two palms colliding and intertwining fingertips. On their first day of meeting, the beauty had found herself so ENCAPSULATED by the vampire who threw her through her own front door. The brunette had found herself desperately wanting to know more about him within that initial meeting, eyebrows perked with curiosity about why he had found himself standing on their front door. Sure, he had to compel her not to freak out and that H Y P N O T I C phrase had stuck in her mind – still convincing her not to act with fear over the fact that she was actually in the same car as a vampire but the words that Damon had uttered to her was not what controlled her fascination with him. Every single day for the last week, Demetria had found herself obsessing over the strange occurrence that had happened last week, tossing and turning in bed – NEEDING to know more about the monster that she had shared a drink with in her living room. Now that she had realised, she wouldn’t be spending the weekend with her boyfriend, the beauty accepted that maybe, she could get the answers to the questions she held – the first being, WHY he had showed up in the first place. In her mind, Damon Salvatore wasn’t a bad being… He wasn’t dangerous or threatening. If he wanted to kill her, then he would have done it the second that she had invited him in. Damon clearly had intentions that stemmed much further than boredom and Demetria would unravel every little detail that she needed to, tonight.

[demetriarose-xx]

curiouscast·:

               Her voice was shrill, something akin to shattering glass or nails on a chalk board, but in all this time he’d spent with her Light Yagami had learned exactly how to repress that shiver that always wanted to ricochet down his spine in response. Instead he delivered a smile, genuine and wholesome because having Misa by his side at the moment was far more useful to him than not having her around at all. She had the eyes after all and that was proving to be an EXTREMELY useful tool in his quest to rid the world of all it’s evil doers. So he amused her with his ‘infatuation’, slept with her on occasion and rewarded her with small shows of affection that kept her quiet - at least for the most part.

“Good. I’m so proud of you, Misa.” He wasn’t. Not really, Misa Amane was a vain, mindless, pitiful little girl who would have never had the nuance to pull something like this off herself. Hell, look at the way she’d attempted to meet him? Announcing to EVERYONE in Japan through a coded videotape that to confirm their truths they could show each other their shinigami. Honestly it was incredibly lucky that Light’s father was Chief of police, otherwise he might not have been so lucky during the investigation.

But now, now that he was part of the Kira Task Force he had every single detail at his beck and call, and now with Misa assisting him in his endeavours, Ryuzaki would never figure out that HE was the true Kira. “You’ve done well today, so tomorrow…we’ll go to the Amusement Park like you’ve wanted…” He spoke into her peroxide blonde locks, resting his chin against the top of her head as he embraced her while she so  d e s p e r a t e l y clung to his form. He stifled an eye roll, not because she would be able to see him but because REM would and the Shinigami would no doubt tell Miss Amane of his true intentions.

                “Oooooo, an amusement park, I’ve never been to one of those.” Ryuk spat happily, munching on an apple from the corner of the room. “But you’ll have to bring a few pages from your Death Note, just incase - keep them hidden somewhere on your person, somewhere close.” Light instructed, pulling away slightly in order to make eye contact from the woman who might one day ( god save him ) become his wife.

                       doting over every last little world that light spoke, each corner of her lips danced up into a smile – pinks curving like a ballerina with a spotlight glued to her form. hearing that he was proud of her was something that caused her heart to skip a beat, seaside blues fluttering to a close so that she could endure the dream she was having, twirled up in his arms like some sort of fragile little doll. misa knew how IMPORTANT it was to protect her love. he would have done it for her, after all ( or so she believed ). the porcelain cheeked female could never possibly understand why light yagami had been so angry about the way she had reached out to him. she had to capture his attention SOMEHOW and look at where it had got her… not to mention, it was romantic. had light not have been strong and stable, misa may have just toppled over – placing the little amount of wait she carried around his shoulders as her arms draped so desperately onto him, as though she relied on him. 

the amusement park ?? drawing back now, a glimmer in her sapphires, misa gave an enthusiastic nod – hands clasping tighter around that white collar of his. part of her wanted to tear it off, knowing that the CHIEF would never approve of his son partaking in such filthy acts with another murderous criminal, though her narrow mind was much too focused on the reward that he had been waiting to give her. “ yay !! the amusement park !! i can’t wait to get to the top of the ferris wheel and kiss you, and we can share cotton candy, and then we can go in the arcades and … hey, RYUK – you are not invited. me and light need our own special date because we have been busy saving the world. “

leaning past her boyfriends shoulder now, thin brows corrugating along her lash line as panic strewed across her features that it may not have just been the two of them, misa resorted to balling her fists and sticking her tongue out – some childish attempt to TEACH ryuk that they needed some adult time … if you could call it that. to tell the truth, it was interesting having at least one prominent shinigami around. rem was just so quiet, so lifeless, although it served as a favour. the quiet ones were always voyeurs, which was perhaps, why misa misa was so OBVLIVIOUS for the large chunk of her life. misa was a lot of things; clumsy, immature, possessive, protective but she was smart and if light needed her to protect those pages, then she would do so with all her might. she actually already had a secret hiding place ready. nope, she wouldn’t even need somebody like mogi protecting her because she would be able to take care of herself had anybody even tried to find them – tucked into her suspenders, hidden under her skirt. with a coy smile, the much smaller female gave her signature giggle, raising the fabric ever so slightly to give light a show but to also show him just how clever she really was; the need of APPROVAL lacing over her lips. “ see, light !! safe with me. nobody will EVER get to them ... apart from you, obviously. ” the blonde couldn’t resist but teasingly take his hand, running it up along the silk of her thigh as though she wanted him to continue the charade, though he probably wouldn’t. misa was too hopelessly in love to realise that light was not interested at all.

[demetriarose-xx]

curiouscast·:

                She was on the hunt for something - because of course she was. If there was one thing Katherine Pierce was good at it was getting her hands on the item or BEING she wanted. For the moment she was hell bent on getting her hands on a white oak stake - the only tool that would ensure Niklaus Mikaelson’s demise, and that is a prize the Petrova wants more than anything, unfortunately, more than she wants either of her beloved Salvatore brothers.

It hadn’t been her intention to sneak up on Damon - or whoever was in the house really. Then again if it had been dear old dull as dishwater Elena things would have gone so much more smoothy, but there was no way the brothers Salvatore would have left their precious little doppelgänger alone - not when they were both so desperately in love with her - exactly like they had been with her, ah well, what’s the old saying - history repeats itself? She’d heard the fire crackling from outside the door but the rhythm of breath hadn’t been enough to alert her to which house member she would be assaulting. It didn’t matter anyway - she as only after the stakes. When you spent as much time running as Katherine had you made friends in all kinds of places, a handful of which were nestled right here in Mystic Falls, alerting her to the constant goings on and when her sources had dropped this kind of a bomb the Petrova had to come running - because this was going to be the answer to all her problems.

The feel of the stiff oak wall behind her back came as a surprise that was for certain, granted she’d heard the subtle tink of the glass in enough time to register who her would be attacker was. Damon, the poor thing, schluffed off to the side like yesterdays trash. In truth Katherine had been reconsidering her options - her love for both brothers had been real and there was no denying that vampirism had only enhanced Damon’s features while Stefan had seemed to become…boring? Was that the word she wanted? Truly he was stunning - both brothers were in their own special way, but there was something about their eternal nature that had turned the youngest Salvatore into a martyr of sorts, while for Damon it had given him courage, bravado, a sense of reassured confidence that Katherine couldn’t deny was an absolute marvel to behold.

Her breath caught in her throat as the eldest brother wrapped his burly hand throughly around it, threatening to cut the air supply off but not entirely. For a moment her deep brown hues were wide with surprise, but it took less than a second for her features to melt, not quite soften but instead shift into something that reflected base amusement - if he hadn’t been so bull headed this could have been rather hot, but the fact of the matter is Damon hates her at the moment - and honestly he has every right to. “I heard you were drinking alone - I figured I’d offer my services.” Katherine said, voice d r i p p i n g with seduction as her chocolate pools then reflected something new - but sexual tension was never a novel thing for Katherine, it was just one of the many tools in her arsenal and one she knew Damon had a weakness to - even if he was currently riding the spite train at the moment. “Someone’s touchy tonight.” She added, thin brows knitting together in faux sympathy. It’s an act…for the most part, but there is something inside Katerina that feels sorrow for the elder brother. She’d never wanted to see Stefan or Damon in any kind of pain - that included emotional, and what Katherine had done to Damon a hundred and sixty years ago ELENA has done twelve times over. That very fact made her seethe - because n o  o n e was allowed to make her boys hurt but her and there’s something in the back of the Petrova’s mind that tells her she should just snuff the girl out entirely - but she won’t because then the brothers would really hate her, there would be no pathway to redemption left.

                          “Whats the matter? Are you quarrelling with Stefan again - or did perfect little Elena reprimand you one too many times?” She asked, her features alight, amusement keen on her features - that was until she noticed she’d struck a nerve, the whisper of a reaction flickering across the elder Salvatore’s face when she’d mentioned her doppelgänger. So it was an Elena centric issue…of course. Cautiously the elder vampire reached up, gripping Damon’s wrist with both of her hands, her slender digits providing a familiar touch - a sense of comfort, even if he wanted to sit there and deny it. “What happened?” She could have chosen to be snippy, to toss Damon across the room because he was indeed younger - but that’s not the course of action she wanted to take. Even if the eldest brother doesn’t believe her attempt at genuine comfort she knew it was real and there was something inside of her that continually edged her to keep on caring about the raven haired male - because he’d never been afraid of what she was, who she was - and Stefan had, from the moment he’d learned about her demonic nature the youngest brother had been petrified - and Damon simply hadn’t.

What happened? Did Katherine Pierce really CARE about what had happened? Of course not, she was merely looking for a way to sink her teeth into Damon – not that it was going to happen. Deep chocolate hues glared through his soul, their natural gloss injecting him one thousand times and over with her own brew of vervain as he suppressed the thoughts that were swarming through his mind. They weren’t dirty nor emotional but more so, an encyclopaedia full of concerns at a volume so loud – he couldn’t think straight. As much as the older Salvatore acted as though his switch was off, he very much felt a P A I N that compared to no other. He had always been the second choice, the one that was left alone… He wasn’t going to admit that to the older vampire, though that did not mean it wasn’t playing on his mind. Being alone was a blessing and a curse in the world of vampirism. It meant that you did not have to put up with any of the bullshit that others decided to INFLICT upon you, purely because you could turn the switch off or just snap their neck within a blink. That was the most Damon Salvatore thing to do, though he had stuck by Elena through his own choice – hoping that she would change her mind. Putting up with that very ‘bullshit’ could give him the greatest gift in the world later down the line and all he would have to do was wait… He had dealt with the ache that Katerina Petrova has instilled within him once – what was to say he couldn’t endure that longing feeling again? Refusing to give in to her initial seduction, Damon allowed his brows to furrow deeper; an apparent display of irritation crashing upon his features but within seconds, he allowed his knuckles to loosen – freeing the much smaller brunette from his grasp and dropping her to the floor. 

It was unlike the raven-haired male to not quip back with some smart remark, though the only thing that was helping with his mood right now was bourbon. Leather clad shoes carried him back over to the table, knuckles wrapping their way around the hi-ball glass in order to finish what was left of his drink before he could deal with the situation at hand. There was an obvious distaste glittering across the vampire’s features – and it wasn’t from the whisky – but the fact that there was now, another problem latching itself onto him. Katherine wanted the STAKES… Damon knew exactly the characteristics that the beauty had wrapped up within the confines of her heart. She was ambitious, cunning, resilient and U N A F R A I D. He, on the other hand, mirrored those exact traits but Damon Salvatore knew just how unpredictable the Pierce could be. As the rest of his oak liquid glugged down his throat, the swishing of alcohol pouring down his vocal chords probably ringing within Katherine’s ears – he slammed his glass down onto the table before letting out a refreshed hiss from his lungs. Now, he was ready to talk. 

“Oh, Katherine… Wouldn’t you LOVE to hear that me and Stefan are fighting? Although –“ He said, turning his attention back to the brunette who had seemingly regathered herself after having been dropped by the oldest brother. Pointing one free finger in his direction, thick brows still furrowed down towards his sapphire irises, a smirk had started to form on his face with the quip he had in mind. His tone turned TEASING – a jabbing ring to it which highlighted just how amusing he found himself as his thought process retorted to a time where she was so hellbent on consuming both Salvatore brothers. “It must pain that small little heart of yours – if you have anything left of it, that is – to hear that we aren’t fighting over you. And that’s okay… You know, I guess I would be a little HURT too if a better looking, more charming version of myself came along – although we both know that it’s highly unlikely. Did I mention younger too? Come to think of it, you do look as though you’re starting to age…” 

Allowing the smirk that was ever growing to take full formation over his features like a werewolf convulsing under the moonlight, Damon allowed his lapis lazuli fingers to dance back around his crystallised decanter – freeing some more bourbon into his used glass, as well as filling up another clean and empty one. As much as he didn’t want the company, the vampire had come to terms with the fact that in most cases, it served better having Katherine as an ally as opposed to an enemy. Sure, he was RUTHLESS – though she was something else. Fingertips glided across both glasses, picking them up and offering the fresh one to her, from across the room. It was no secret that Katerina Petrova was strong... She was one of the stronger vampires that Damon had met which was perhaps, why he had found himself so morbidly attracted to her– throughout his human and vampire life. Oh, how Stefan would have grovelled over the fact that the older brother was here, even contemplating an alliance with the original doppelganger. How dare Damon think about teaming up with the brunette who had already tried to kill Elena on a number of occasions? Knowing that Katherine was here for a reason made Damon inquisitive and as much as he would have liked to tactically dance around his curiosity and find out exactly what Katherine’s game plan was, there was no way in HELL that he could allow her the satisfaction of thinking that he would just so easily be swayed by her. 

“So, I’m assuming you want the magical stakes that will not just dessicate but kill an original vampire. You know, I think we should raise a toast, we’d make a K I L L E R team –” 

And with that, Damon’s true intentions were unveiled– whisky emptying into a puddle all around his feet. He had absolutely no regard for partnering with the brunette, even if she did decide to make the rest of his eternal life miserable. Undermining Katherine Pierce was a common occurrence within the family line of being a Salvatore. Their own father had done so, much like both brothers and it was not going to happen again. Despite their goals preliminary being the same, Damon had no doubt in his mind that the vampiress was honest and truthful enough to help him or Stefan– and especially not Elena. The Petrova doppelganger was SELFISH and only acted out of her own best interest... Damon Salvatore was not prepared to awake one day from having his own spinal chord snapped at the crook of his neck or with a stake in his bare back, blood staining his bed sheets from the misplaced trust within Katherine. He was once naive to her touch and he had since vowed to himself, to never fall for her lies again. 

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As thick digits pressed to his temples, Stefan blew out a sigh – a combination of compressed air and his burning desire to drink the crystal glass temptation in front of him. Whilst he refused to show it, Stefan Salvatore was WEAK. He was weak for Elena Gilbert, he was weak for the crimson liquid that pumped around a human’s veins and he was weak for the past that once captivated him – touring from state to state, picking up ready meals along the way with a warm syrup pumping throughout their veins. It was difficult being the good guy… But it was for the better. There was a NEVER ENDING guilt that encapsulated him for persuading his older brother to feed, on that dreaded day their father shot them down – leaving them for dead. He was never meant to murder his father in return… No, that was never part of the plan but he just couldn’t help it. There was some animalistic urge that took over him, the sound of liquid pumping so heavily throughout the blue and purple crackles laying underneath his fathers skin, the metallic taste that was ever so addictive... Much like nicotine or caffeine could be to the human mind, only worst. Feeding wasn’t just about indulging in something that made you feel good – it was about quenching your thirst of filling yourself with the much needed VITAMINS to give you strength... No – feeding was much more than giving in to your addiction. It was a way of LIFE.

Think, Stefan – think. Emerald eyes tore themselves away from the peace offering that Damon had slid along the oak and in the direction of the younger brother, jaw flexing in some twisted attempt to talk himself out of falling into the trap. As nostrils flared and his stomach flipped over, the younger brother allowed his palm to creep outward towards the glass – almost fooling his brother momentarily with the ideologies of suppressing his urge but instead, he handed the glass right back – forest green hues gazing with intent towards the elder Salvatore. “Thanks Damon but no thanks. You know that my diet consists of animal blood, I don’t do that anymore.” Damon could call him BORING all he wanted, but Stefan was the true winner here – he had Elena after all. It was a shame. Stefan knew that Damon cared about him, which was why he wanted him to feast upon fresh blood – much like the older brother, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. Stefan would NOT slip back into his old cracks, under eyes STAINED with bloodshot trails and a golden trophy that transfigured his gaze when his eyes were on the blood-filled PRIZE. He had been the one to turn both him and Damon into monsters and whilst he could never possibly reverse that, he could do his very best to never transform into the monster he had trained himself so tirelessly not to be... Damon wasn’t quite cut out for a lifestyle change like that.

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Sapphires drifted into the back of her skull, golden curls draping over her shoulder like a jewelled mane – all whilst a sharp exhale flared through her nostrils, expressing her clear disdain for the situation at hand. Who in their right mind would be HAPPY with their boyfriend running around with his hairy pack? Honestly, there was something severely wrong with Tyler… At times, the beauty questioned whether something had ticked inside of that small brain of his when he was turned into a HYBRID. Though, she had also accepted that most men had no sense. All she had to do was look at the likes of Damon Salvatore. Stefan was a MUCH better fit for Elena – this entire sire bond thing was just creepy… There was something about Mystic Falls, lately. Every damn thing about it was creepy – including the KINGPIN of vampires who loomed around, as though it was his very own town, trapped within the confinements of a snow globe; Klaus. 

Yet again, the founders were hosting another one of their INFAMOUS parties and as daughter of the sheriff ( and vampire ), which most of the town had seemed to forget despite Alaric’s DELIRIOUS claims – Caroline Forbes had to make her usual appearance. If she was going to get anywhere in this town – not that it mattered now, she had several years to compensate for – she needed to show her face… It was important to the blonde that she kept up her reputation, even if each and every soul around her was going to die years before they could be granted the chance to see her for what she REALLY was. 

Fingertips danced across her cell phone as though it was the ballroom floor, ready for her to glide across in her silver gown but the only thing that it was going to be doing was roaming around, looking for her boyfriend whilst trying to keep Elena out of trouble – as usual. This whole vampire thing was getting a little tiring… Heightened feelings, a taste for blood and the STUPID connection that she never would have felt had she just stayed with Stefan. Pressing the cold glass to her ear and hearing the all too familiar voicemail that belong to the husky voice of Tyler, the vampire-ess let out a gargled shriek as her eyebrows furrowed – cerulean hues scouring the Lockwood grounds for any sign of her beau. Much to her surprise though, another voice had begun to ring in her ears… Not the one that she wanted to hear but one that surely held the answer she needed. 

Allowing a short puff of air flow from her cherried lips, the beauty spun around – a fake smile in tow as she mimicked a courtesy towards the original. Usually, keeping in time with the theme was something that Caroline adored doing – though there was far too much going on right now and the very last thing that she needed was some European dream chasing her around in some silly attempt to woo her. What did Klaus not understand about the phrase ‘leave me alone’? Did she need to spell it out for him? One thousand years spent walking would SURELY mean that he knew the definition of the word ‘no’, or was he just like every 21st century jerk to exist. 

“I don’t know how many times I have to tell you but I would much rather stab myself with a wooden stake twenty times and OVER before having to sit through a conversation with you, so unless you want to tell me something valuable like WHERE my boyfriend might be – then reconsider talking to me. Do you know what? Spare me the cocky remarks, Tyler is missing and this is all because of your dying need to have your weird vampire SLAVES surrounding you.”

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“ –– oh, liiiiiiight !! “ misa called, fists balling together as a joyous fit of giggle came crashing over the petite blonde. waiting at home for the love of your L I F E was so dreary when he was off saving the world and ridding it of all evil, creating the perfect society that their godlike eyes SHARED. hopping up from the couch, tossing her black leather notebook onto the floor and prancing up to the front door – wearing no more than a pair of fishnet stockings, a black tutu and a body suit to compliment her porcelain curves, the murderess tilted her head to the side and offered kitten hues up to her saviour, her LOVE. “ i have missed you soooo much !! light, i did everything you asked me to. i wrote down every single name whilst you were working. cardiac arrest, every twenty four minutes past the hour in remote locations. he’ll NEVER know that it’s you !! together – we can change the world. together, we can be K I R A. “

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              The hold Demetria Rivers had over Jared Jones was unlike anything he’d ever felt before. His stint with Amanda had been amazing, breathtaking even, but this, there was nothing that could compare the the way this petite brunette beauty made the tutor feel - how absolutely deliriously giddy she made him, even without her lips pressed against his own.

The temperature within the photo booth began to rise, or was it just the fever of love that was bubbling over within Jared’s chest - honestly he couldn’t be certain. He was far to busy getting high off the eccentric devils taste - battling her tongue with his own while his burly hand greedily tugged her inward, his body contorting easily in order to melt with hers. Though when she broke away to whisper a hushed joke the raven haired male couldn’t help but grin, sapphire hues twinkling in the dim light of the booth, mischief and wickedness illustrated across an otherwise innocent face. Was it Demi who had corrupted Jared or the other way around? He couldn’t be certain. There was a part of the tutor that believed he was the leading cause of this forbidden romance, but it was just as possible that DEMI had been the one to hand him the apple from the tree of knowledge - tempting him to take a bite of it’s lusciously ripe flesh, honestly her costume was so very fitting the irony in t was nearly palpable.

“How rude of me.” He mumbled back, catching her lips again with his own in a feverishly passionate kiss. Her costume was going to make it difficult to sneak past the never ending sets of eyes within the institute, the wings especially and for a moment Jared found himself cursing his generous nature. The pair had come from Amazon, they cost a pretty penny but it was barely a drop of water in the pond compared to what the tutor made in wages, and besides, Demi had wanted them desperately, claimed they would complete her look and have absolutely everyone fawning over her at the Pumpkin Ball - and she’d been right. Jared had seen the multitude of eyes glued to his lady love, the women who attempted to surprise their jealously as well as the men who couldn’t seem to contain their obvious excitement. The tutor had to admit a spark of jealousy had flashed within his soul upon noticing those eyes - perhaps that was why he’d been so keen on whisking Demi away as quickly as he could to whatever semblance of secrecy they could afford and remind her just who’s lips she was meant to be kissing. They hadn’t made things official yet - which was going to change very shortly - they’d been seeing each other for a good few months now and honestly it was strange that neither of them had pointed out the fact they still had no official title. Jared chalked it up to their not wanting to burst their perfect bubble. Once they named it the duo would no longer be running around in the shadows of the institute simply having a little fun - admitting their title would make things entirely more complicated - but it seemed that was what Jared’s love life was meant to be, COMPLICATED, it was the only thing he’d ever known.

                      “Ladies and gentleman, if you would please gather round it’s almost time to announce the King and Queen of the Pumpkin Ball.” A voice boomed over the loud speaker, forcing the two to draw away from each other - if only slightly, their hands still caught up in exploring the clothed confines of each others bodies. A flash of panic lightning bolted throughout the raven haired males chest - he was supposed to be announcing the winners, which meant at any moment Robert or Becca would come searching for him - and they certainly couldn’t find him in this state. “I think that’s my cue.” He said quickly, despite his anxiety Jared still managed a quick half smile. Without wasting another moment he pressed one more kiss to the brunette’s lips and allowed her to look him over for any misplaced makeup - any red that would have transferred from her lips to his, and once she’d given him the okay the tutor ducked from the booth, gesturing for Demi to wait just a few moments before exiting herself - lest anyone be watching.

Being here with Jared was everything that Demetria wanted and more, though the most painful part was that she couldn’t even wrap her arms around him and dance until the night ended. No – she couldn’t allow her fingers to entangle with the midnight tendrils that draped from his crown, hazels lovingly gazing into his as their hips swayed in time with the music – the features on their face expressing the lover and gratitude they had for one another. Words were one thing but actions were another and had nobody noticed the way that their eyes made love as soon as they stumbled upon one another, then they must have been blind. There was one person who had caught on to their act however, though Demi refused to admit to it nor would she tell Jared. There was no reason to tell him that Ryder has suspected such a thing… They had come this far, months and months, of living in secrecy and nobody had served as any threat just yet. Whatever fireball was thrown their way, she was sure they could tackle it. 

“Hey – I very much like this rude version of you. By all means, continue.”

Her words were mumbled in between short displays of affection, lips playfully nipping at hers as a small giggle vibrated through her stomach and lifted along her vocal chords – releasing like a choir’s symphony into the small space between them. Dozens of eyes had landed on her that night, drinking in the crimson that decorated her skin – roaming and exploring each crevice that her porcelain had to offer, though there was only one pair that would be seeing it for its bare and pale structure; Jared Jones. As fingertips danced along the skin of his neck, thought process trailing off to how wonderful his own costume looked; crimson crackles detailing around his hypnotising sapphires, bloodcurdling liquid draping from his jawline as well as the colours of a devilish lipstick, Demetria smiled to herself – eyes landing on his messy do whilst her finger attempted to fix the scruffy appearance that her own palms had previously created. That was until her ears were perked up by the unfamiliar voice calling through the microphone, as though it was hustling at an auction. Allowing her features to drop ever so slightly, the beauty let out a sigh – knowing that they were going to have to momentarily part, though a small and short dance wouldn’t hurt later on… They were friends. All Demi had to do was coax Sebastian and Ryder into a dance and the rest would unravel itself – though those tasks would be as easy as stealing candy from a baby. Cracking a smile, the beauty tilted her head to the side, allowing his own chin to dive into hers before wet thumbs found themselves clearing his features of any cherry residue lingering – though the blood dripping along his jawline was enough of a disguise. 

“Your cue? Let’s not forget who is going to win that crown… I’d say it’s my cue just as much as It is yours.” 

A narcissistic joke – though one not to be taken lightly… Demetria was going to WIN that crown, hands down. It was no secret that the beauty queen had worked hard for her reputation and that was something that her and Jared had spoken about. They had spent many a night, laid under the sheets of his bed rambling about everything and nothing – unveiling their past and their biggest insecurities and one that she had happened to share with her lover was the constant need for approval and her desire to be admired like a word of art. To tell the truth, it was probably the most histrionic thing she had ever said ( and she had said A LOT ) but it was honest feelings – words that had spoken more volume than any therapy session she had ever had. Jared Jones, on that note, was changing Demetria for the better. When he was around, she wasn’t as spiteful; she was a gentle soul who had started thinking more about people’s reactions to things and that was typically because Jared didn’t. It wasn’t that he was careless but he hadn’t quite developed the social life that many other people of his age had… Though his age meant nothing to her. Most people that were thirty-three years old were already married with several children. Hell – people Demetria’s age were probably having children in the outside world and that was something that had peaked her curiosity plenty of times, but she had never felt the need to use his phone to begin stalking old friends. The only WORLD that ever existed to Demetria Rivers outside of Brielle’s four walls was the solace that she had found in a little side apartment, capturing their entire relationship and giving them a sense of privacy. Thank god, for her trusty security pass.

Watching him escape from the black curtain, the beauty allowed herself to wait patiently – falling back into the metallic wall of the photobooths cage as a sigh of content left her lips, index finger twirling around chocolate curls. God – she was falling for him way too hard. It baffled her too how they hadn’t quite had the talk of labels, but she was enjoying herself far too much to force anything. The day would come eventually where she would crack and tell Jared just how much she loved him but hopefully, he would beat her to it. Being the first one to say it was almost embarrassing and Demetria had said it far too many times in the past for it to be thrown back into her face. This time however… This time was different. This time, she was going to wait until she actually MEANT it. The problem was that she already did mean it. It seemed as though Jared loved her too but that was the way she had felt about everybody else who had donated her a couple of months of their time, yet they all left in the end too. The love that she felt now on the other hand was powerful – it was the kind of love that you only ever saw in a movie… Not something as short winded and make believe as Disney but a classic – something like The Titanic of The Notebook… Hell – even Vertigo was comparable at this point, though she was hoping she mimicked no semblance of Scottie. It was going to be as raw as big ballads, that screamed emotion – much like Whitney Houston or Michael Jackson. Their story was as beautiful as literature, the workings of Fitzgerald and Shakespeare intertwining to lives that so desperately needed to meet. Their love wasn’t just any love… It was a big, beautiful kind of love that was much too rare to ever stumble upon and for that, she was grateful. 

As soon as she heard her lovers name echo throughout the speakers dotted in every corner of the room, the brunette found herself ducking under the entrance to the photobooth – the spotlight from within disappearing as she faded away into a dark cafeteria, orange and green lights circling around the room as though they were ready to find the winners. A delicate hand brought chocolate tresses forward, adjusting her wings as though she was PREPARED to take her space on stage as soon as Jared uttered her name – much like the way she had been used to since he had joined Brielle. The beauty found the crowds of people parting as though to make room for her ( though maybe it was just those wings ), before she found herself brushing up against Charlie and shooting him a hopeful smile, HOPING that her nomination for him would have counted towards something. There was no way anybody could have known just who was going to win – but she had a pretty good guess. This was where the boring part was awaiting the names of everybody else…

Third place – Dante and Olivia. Okay, Demetria was surprised that Dante didn’t get any higher than that… He should have won QUEEN ( aside from her, obviously ). Dante was somebody who got along with everybody and not to mention, As for Olivia, now she was just silent. It almost felt harsh to say but the brunette was boring. How had she even made it onto the list of nominations? Perhaps, somebody felt sorry for her. That was likely to be the most probably cause of how somebody had even thought of the name Olivia Aspinall. It was sad really but girls like her held their place in the food chain whilst girls like Demetria conquered – though there wasn’t anybody quite like Miss Rivers. 

Second place – Sebastian and Cecily. Now, Sebastian was somebody deserving of the crown. Not only was he funny, kind and compassionate ( aka, everything that Demetria was not ), he was a valuable asset to the staff members here in Brielle. Cecily, god – she was a little pocket rocket, wasn’t she? The way she bounced up on the stage and took the crown off of Jared as though she was too independent to allow somebody else to place it upon her skull was comical and something that the beauty would never forget. She was the true princess of Brielle and there was no taking that away from her… 

All she had to do now was eagerly wait for her name to be called, though there would always be that ‘what if’ in the back of her mind. Regardless, if she didn’t win, she was certain that Jared would make her feel like a QUEEN – as he always did.

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Demi wasn’t afraid of a little competition – in fact, she claimed that it was healthy but not when it was OBSESSED over. See, the thing about Demetria Rivers was that she wasn’t afraid to fight for something she wanted and although she was the new girl in Riverdale, that wasn’t going to stop her. She knew girls like Cheryl and Veronica – they didn’t scare her either... They wanted to be something, they NEEDED to be something. It was embarrassing really; the way they paraded around one another trying to battle off for the approval of those around them. Big deal, Veronica could sing but each and every time she opened her god damn mouth, it made Demetria churn – eternally cringing as the desire to show off every one of her ‘talents’. Cheryl on the other hand, she didn’t really have much going for her other than the fact that her family owned Blossom Maple Farms and Demetria knew exactly what was happening there... She wasn’t STUPID. Each of the other girls were from broken homes which in essence, made them weaker. Betty on the other hand? She was about as terrifying as a little mouse, scurrying across the floorboards –for Demetria was the LIONNESS on the prowl. Kevin was more terrifying than the three of them all put together but luckily, he had already taken favour to the brunette and with his dad as sheriff, Demi was willing to spin any lie if she needed it. Hell – she would master up some false evidence to gain the ultimate revenge if it was needed. They had no idea what Demetria Rivers was capable of, nor did they want to see. She wasn’t a nice person; she was sly, cunning, spiteful and lastly, absolutely fucking ruthless. Had anybody crossed her, then bombs would soon start dropping; it’s precious black casing detonating upon the first touch of impact it made. Veronica and Archie were barely together but the beauty was certain that she could steal him away within a heartbeat but as for the redhead, she would have her ENTIRE cheer squad dancing around in the palm of her hand by the end of the week. Claiming property that wasn’t hers and building an E M P I R E was one of her strong suits... There was a reason they named storms after people. 

Hips were pressed firmly against his, chocolate waves dangling from her neck and hanging over Archie’s body whilst a delicate hand lifted to tuck those very tendrils behind her pixie-esque ear. The other hand though was OCCUPIED, pressed lightly against his chest to keep herself supported as a breath escaped from the folds of her lips – lungs working to catch up given the previous psychical activity she had endured and yet, she couldn’t help but release a giggle. The one handed cartwheel, forward flip and sensual dancing that she had previously been performing had begun to hit her – body quivering as the adrenaline rush left her veins, spilling into the air. “You do? Archie, that’s sweet but if we’re being realistic, I think the vixens would HATE to have me on their team. Imagine the look on Cheryl’s face, she would be absolutely mortified.” Refusing to lift herself from the redhead, Demetria looked down on him – a small smile splaying across her features just hoping that Veronica would soon walk in. Reggie would have been the much easier option, though Demetria did not want EASY... She wanted a challenge and she was sure that Archie Andrews would provide her with that. Jughead probably could too, though she wasn’t a huge fan of quiet ones – she liked the HEROIC ones who stirred their own controversy. 

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                Damon could hear e v e r y t h i n g. Each rifle through the drawer, every muted thwap of clothing connecting in a disorderly pile, the vampire had even heard the devious tinkle of metal clattering against itself. A grin swept over his lips, winning a bold as his cerulean hues took in the finer details of their apartment once more. Demi was devious - it was a trait Damon was all to quickly a very big fan of. He’d heard her mumble to herself as well - about how Jared could never seem to take a moment and breathe and for a moment Damon felt pity for the girl, heavy and tangible, wafting throughout his core. A soul like hers was clearly never meant to be caged in such a way and despite his having known Jared for only a few hours the vampire could already tell their relationship was going no where fast. It was clearly something built on infatuation, an emotion the eldest Salvatore was more than familiar with - but mere obsessive interest was not love, those two words had an extremely different definition and the raven haired male was willing to be his doppelgänger and the brunette weren’t going to last more than a handful of months - IF that. Yes Damon had already decided Demi and Jared were well on their way to ending things - why not speed up the process a little? The less she was tied to him the easier it would be to hand him over to Klaus.

The vampire lead the way as she performed her little ritual of checking the door and as they approached his car Damon opened the door for her - as any gentleman would, this was not out of his wheel house. But it was best to air on the safe side, so he’d offered the pixie a bright smile and allowed her to shut the door herself, meeting her on the interior after a moment of human speed walking, and clicked his seat belt in unison with her own. Generally Damon didn’t wear a seat belt - there was simply no need, immortal and indestructible what fear did he have of a car crash or icy patch of road? Still he’d had to keep up the charade and once more his mind found it’s way back to Katherine - how many times had she caught herself not doing something that Elena would very clearly have done being human? It was nearly exhausting - at at least it would have been had the elder vampire not been having so much fun. “It’s a surprise.” He mused, flashing yet another grin as he peeled out of the parking lot, the little apartment complex shrinking in the rear view mirror. When she prattled on about a list, Damon had to repress an eye roll. There was amusing and then there was annoying and as funny as it was to have successfully tricked the girl into believing he was her long time lover there was only so much knowledge Damon had in his mind - but that was fine, improvisation was a skill he had in spades. “You’re quirky, outspoken, you have an incredibly quick wit, a sharp tongue - and you’re d e v a s t a t i n g l y beautiful.” It was never had to tell a woman why she was special and Demi was no different. In the short time he’d spent with the couple these several traits were all things Damon had easily surmised about the woman, and as he listed each off he placed a finger on the steering wheel until finally each digit was splayed out - as if a surge of electricity was causing his muscles to spasm. As he finished the last sentence that same hand found it’s way to the beauties thigh, resting gently at first - because it had become feverishly apparent that Jared had become rather stagnant in the bedroom and as much as Damon wanted to trail his digits up further that little moment was going to have to wait.

                  “I hate it when we argue.” He added, brows knitting together in sympathy as icy blue ceruleans flickered from the road to his passenger. Compassion was a trait the Salvatore was more than capable of - he just didn’t like to show it - because it was a semblance of being weak and weakness was something Damon Salvatore just didn’t jive with. “But I promise - this trip is going to make up for everything.” He added, giving her thigh a gentle squeeze, fighting back the urge to grin beneath his feigned genuine composure.

Vainly tilting her sun visor down to capture a glimpse of her own appearance, the beauty brushed chocolate tendrils out from her features and turned her attention back to Jared – or who she thought was Jared. With each number counted along his fingers, every single compliment sending her stomach into cartwheel after cartwheel, her hazels giving a narcissistic glimmer in the direction of the vampire. Devastatingly beautiful was a new one, though she wasn’t just going to brush it under the carpet – no. It actually made a nice change to the lack of compliments she received. He and Jared had become so settled into their own routines, that whenever they found the time together, they were both tired. On days where Jared didn’t go to the gym after work or didn’t have to stay late grading papers, the beauty would be working or off out socialising with the friends she had made at work – after all, it was doctors’ orders to keep her social life balanced with a healthy amount of people who did not serve as competition to her. On days where Jared did go to the gym after work or had extra tutoring session with the patients, Demetria was at home – waiting for his arrival and would typically find herself trailing off to bed once she got too tired to wait up for him. Unfortunately, their love was no longer a daisy chain; beautifully interlinked and finer than any other item of jewellery that could have been bought, due to the simplicity of being crafted by the human hands and draped over the others neck in a loving gesture. 

This though… This could change everything. It could reignite the spark that they both once felt. It could remind them of the very reasons they fell in love. It could highlight everything that their relationship was missing. This trip was going to be the start of something spellbindingly beautiful or tragically terrible – Demetria could just feel it, though she didn’t realise that it was going to be the START of her vampire escapade. 

Allowing his fingertips to crawl over her thigh as though he was some sort of SPIDER, weaving its way into the web that it occupied, Damon played the part perfectly – portraying a rather apologetic persona. Demetria was none the wiser however and took it as her other half expressing genuine feelings; taking her away to fix every single mistake they had made together and reconcile their miscommunications. Turning back to the raven-haired vampire, Demetria tilted her head to the side, hazels of her own glossing over whilst heavenly lashes fluttered like wings down against the shine of her cheeks. For a moment, she debated what to say… She could set him straight, scolding him and beginning the serious talk they were surely going to be having now, telling him that he needed to start being wearier of how she felt. Or she could just simply agree; spin some exasperated version of her truth about how she hated it too and was willing to do just about anything to fix it. Of course, she wanted to see him graft slightly more so rather than saying anything immediately, the beauty let out a sigh, her palm lifting to the back of his neck so that digits were intertwined with the back of his midnight locks. 

With affection, the beauty allowed her fingertips to gently tickle against the back of his neck – manicured nails scraping over his skin delicately and drawing circles up to the back of his scalp as a masseuse may do so. Every other man that she had been with loved the feeling of nails dragging across their skin, whether that be in the aggressive nature of coursing down their back in the DARK or whilst drawing imageries of love against their skin, as an attempt to sooth them. This gesture was meant with love, fingers attentively tracing every inch that she could find whilst her autumnal hues continued to watch over him. He seemed rather genuine and as much as Demetria wanted to believe that Jared was still deeply in love with her, she felt sceptical. Perhaps, that had something to do with the little devil on her shoulder that kept reminding her of the demon that had entered their home only a week ago. He hadn’t popped up since but maybe, that was why she was thinking about him – tossing and turning in her sleep, wondering if he was a dream, a figment of her imagination… Demi and her lover had certainly done their hardest to avoid the conversation; it was as if Damon Salvatore never existed. 

She didn’t entirely hate it when they argued, which she couldn’t quite admit and she was hoping that he would NOT catch on to the fact that she couldn’t possibly bring herself to agree. The beauty had always hoped that with each argument, maybe he would grow tired of it – end things with her because they clearly weren’t working out though as these thoughts dwelled over her mentally ill mind, her stomach turned in a flip, demeanour changing. Finally plucking up the courage to utter something back in response to his confession, Demetria gave a light sigh – her arm extending to the leather back of his chair as she leaned inwards, chin pressing to his shoulder and lips brushing against his neck. “I think we needed a weekend away together… I know what working is like for you – it’s stressful and time consuming but you have to think about me too, Jared. That hospital is what brought us together but it’s also what is driving us apart. I do appreciate this and I know we have shit to work on… We can do it. Just like we always have.” With her words, fingers crept up to his jawline, nails brushing against his chin as she pulled him in her direction briefly – thank god they were driving along a straight, quiet road. 

Pressing her petals against his in a meaningful embrace, tongue lightly trailing over his upper lip whilst his eyes temporarily left the road– her nose brushing against his whilst her thumb continued to brush along his jawline. The kiss did last a little longer than it should have, seeing as ‘Jared’ was suppose to be concentrating on the tarmac ahead, ensuring their safety with any other cars that may have just sprung out of nowhere but they had to celebrate their new beginning somehow and it only stirred a sprinkling more of excitement as her heart skipped a beat, impatiently awaiting the minutes or HOURS until they got to whatever hotel room he had decided to book. Flashing a small smile before drawing back into her own seat, the feeling of his fingers tightening along her thighs was enough to cause her body to quiver. It was safe to say that her and the Salvatore shared some beautiful connection that was lost upon them, otherwise she would have been able to tell almost immediately that he was not Jared Jones. His lips however had hypnotised her, the taste rolling from his tongue and spilling into her own mouth– intoxicating and dizzying her as she fell under his spell, ready to pounce on him the moment they were safe. That and his humour attained was something that seemed to flow so eloquently with hers, just as though her old Jared was back when he first started catching on and keeping up with the quips that elicited from her pixie-like figure. 

Demetria Rivers never would have expected to found a creature of the night like Damon Salvatore so relatable – their narcissistic traits a match, their quick witted comebacks just as snappy as the others, the amount of lust that they held in the palm of their hand, their capability of loving and being LOVED. By the laws of the universe, they were complete opposites; one a human being able to live off of nutritious food and the other a M O N S T E R – feared by all. The brunette knew nothing about vampires, only the tales that existed in story books; garlic being a weapon in itself, being able to fly, crosses around the house will deter them – all of that bullshit. She had no idea that eventually, she would find herself so wrapped up with the vampire and his life – nor did she care to admit that his ‘fictitious’ visit had been playing on her mind for the week… Maybe, it was time to forget about that now and focus on the task at hand; rebuilding her relationship.

Allowing a small sigh to leave her lips, her thought trail about the wonderful weekend they were going to have TOGETHER was interrupted by the vibrations of her cell phone – jammed tightly in the denim pockets of her jeans. Brows furrowed, threading together like two needles of chocolate wool at who could possibly ringing her. It wasn’t Kate – was it? Her stupid fucking boss that always wanted her to work overtime. The issue was that Demetria loved to treat herself and would more often than not, agree to any shift given to her which was in essence, only minimalizing her time with Jared. “I swear if that is Kate, wanting to know if I can work – she can go and fuck… Wait, did you leave your phone at work?” Lifting the screen and tilting it in his direction so he could see that the caller ID was his very own name, the beauty lifted it to her left ear, half expecting Eden to start going off on some kind of tangent about how she had found his phone in the most bizarre of places. Of course, she trusted Jared enough not to leave his phone in a random woman’s house– nor did she expect for the tone of voice on the other end of the phone to be coming from her boyfriend, who was sat right NEXT to her. 

“Hello?”

[demetriarose-xx]

a starter for katherine pearce on @curiouscast​.

Honestly – what was it with all of the woman that surrounded him? Each wanted to dig their claws into perfect Stefan, though he wasn’t as special as everybody believed him to be. He was so drab, so boring, so LIFELESS – though the latter was no shocker. Maybe, Damon was just bitter. He could never be the cool and ‘collected’ vampire that his baby brother had always been… People seemed to forget about the repeating phase that continuously doomed his brothers life ( if you could consider anything more dooming that the everlasting thoughts of killing your father but what was in the past, could be left there ). No – the phase that was playing on the bloodsucker’s mind was the RIPPER. Every woman that had consistently been in their life seemed to just disassociate with the fact that Stefan had an evil facet to his personality, one that he tried so delicately to put behind him on each binge he took of self-control. How foolish of him. The need for blood was within their DIET – the iron taste dancing along taste buds and drizzling down to the back of their throat until the organ that stopped their cravings from screaming was full. Animal blood? That would forever be a no go, for Damon… He couldn’t imagine anything so tasteless or insufficient, though blood bags would suffice. He didn’t kill for S P O R T anymore; not like he used to. It was a wonder how each woman found themselves twirling around the lapis lazuli dressed finger that the younger Salvatore presented, although those women had their own control.

Katherine… What did she see in Stefan, anyway? She was so full of life, so demonic – it should have been a no brainer that she was much better suited to somebody like Damon. At least they could keep up with one another in the battled of quips. Stefan on the other hand, just sat there in a pool of angst, waiting for people to come CRAWLING to him. 

Elena… She was more deserving of Stefan. Her good will matched his perfectly. As much as it ached within the vampire’s heart – the very thought of them together mimicked the wretched feeling of a wooden stake plastering through the only vital organ he needed anymore; his HEART, for a healthy liver meant nothing to a dead person. 

Rebecca… Again, so besotted by Stefan – not that Damon really cared much. Now, the thing with the blonde was that she wasn’t too bad under the sheets, but that was all about she was good for – far too close to Klaus, it could have given him shivers. Potentially more of a drama queen than Katherine but it was near enough impossible finding a female vampire who wasn’t as… TEMPERAMENTAL. 

Each of those women had found themselves tied to Stefan – for what reason? Sure, he had the looks but his personality was no where near the match of the older vampire. To tell the truth, Katherine probably found his evil personality so enticing – so alluring. It matched her DESPICABLE persona that she loved to play and whilst Damon should have hated her, he couldn’t resist the chase that she so easily presented whenever she had been around. Perhaps, it was boredom. He knew that Elena would eventually come around and realise who the superior choice was… It was just going to go DIFFERENTLY this time. Stefan had endured many a meals; following the rules of snatch, eat and erase. Damon had too, but he was the one who was changing now. Stefan could never suppress his murderous desires… Elena would grow to see that someday. All he could taste was her lips – like ink swirling around his palette, it’s iron taste circling around his taste buds like an ice skater dancing in figure eights. He could feel her pulse, thumping against his digits which were pressed against the arteries of her neck – a fire burning through him, as though thousands of witches were all chanting the same spell at once. Damon Salvatore was so incredibly bitter that the brunette had chosen his SAINT brother again that he could do nothing but simmer within his own twisted sense of grief, fingertips gripping onto the rip of his hi-ball glass that was filled halfway with his favourite bourbon. Perhaps, he was trying to taint the flavour of REJECTION that Elena had imprinted upon his lips, spreading through his fangs as a permanent reminder of her confusion. 

Damon didn’t want company, he didn’t want to be bothered – he wanted nothing more than to dwell upon his miserable life that had been cast upon him. Well, that was a LIE. Usually being a vampire held more perks than it did downfalls but love? That was never his strong suit. Despite the common belief of a vampires heart not working, Damon Salvatore knew how to love and more importantly, he knew how much it hurt. That was why he chose to drown his sorrows in whisky; not only did it smell much better than the fumes of infatuation but it left a much kinder fuzz within his stomach as opposed to the butterflies MOTHS that batted around usually. Hearing the sound of smooth liquid guzzling down through his throat, the vampire paused when he heard a light thud stop behind him – the boarding house empty as Stefan went off galivanting with Elena… It was a rarity he had a peaceful moment to himself, particularly with this new Esther situation at hand. It seemed as though somebody wanted to interrupt his five minutes of his peace and quiet. 

As the glass landed on his side table, sonic speed picking the vampire up from the couch and sending him bolting at the momentum of LIGHTNING – a hardened feature found itself coursing over his canvas, chiselled jawline carved by a sculpture as his cheek bones followed too. Thick, dark brows knitted together as sapphires narrowed themselves in the direction of the frail ( but usually, strong ) brunette who he had not seen in MONTHS pinned underneath him, whilst his clenched fist found itself wrapped around her throat – her familiar body trapped between his palm and the wooden oak of walls. Speaking of oak, her potential motives then became clear – the bridge sign that was going up this weekend, containing white oak ash… The only remaining weapon against an original.

“Katherine. I would say the pleasure is mine but… It’s not. Let me guess – you’re here because you want something. Join the club.”

[demetriarose-xx]

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              If there was anything that drew Jared Jones in about Demetria it was her energy. This fiery knowing that came paired with a sense of d e v i l i s h intent that wasn’t exposed simply because of the costume she’d chosen. Demi was fire, dangerous and beautiful, inviting and frightening. She was everything other women wanted to be and just as easily everything other men coveted. And she was HIS. Jared’s own little angel disguised in demon horns, her autumnal hues whispering secrets that only he knew the answer to, and oh how he relished that fact that their hearts were intertwined. The duo hadn’t said as much yet, but the day was coming - the raven haired male could feel it, his desire to make his feelings known the only thing holding him back the idea that the Rivers girl might some how be put off by his admission. But he could feel her reflection of his feelings just as easily as that heat she gave off from her blazing personality.

The flush of her cheeks was enough to cause the Jones to grin, the corners of his lips veering upward to reveal pointed fangs, accentuating his vampire ensemble all the more. He held her gaze for a moment, sapphire orbs reflecting back all the want and desire she had expressed in that tiny moment - and then some. Will power had never been the tutors strong suit and even now he was finding it increasingly difficult to keep his hands to himself, those same cerulean pools finding it necessary to drop to the floor only to find her golden flecked irises once more in a hooded fashion. Oh the things he would do to the tiny temptress once they were alone together.

“Is that so?” Jared answered, voice coming from a place deep within his chest, a sound that could almost have been mistaken for a seductive enticement if he hadn’t been so careful to speak the last little bit into his cup as he took in a refreshing swig. Each and every impure thought the tutor was having at the moment gave his cerulean pools a certain twinkle, a sparkle of life that he wasn’t usually sporting in his day to day interactions. Had there been someone present of supernatural nature they might have been able to discern that glint for what it truly was - but the institute was filled with simple mortals, people who wouldn’t know the difference between that look and a simple moment, the duo was safe - so long as they continued to be smart about things. Luckily for them SMART was something Jared Jones excelled at.  “Can’t say I do, but it’s funny you should mention devils…” For as broken as Jared’s social skills were it was amazing how quickly he was picking things up thanks to Demi and her constant presence. When he’d first arrived the tutor would never have been able to make such a subtle remark - but here he was contently eye fucking Demetria Rivers over the guise of punch and an innocent conversation - and no one was the wiser. Mischief danced between his icy blue sapphires, drinking in her cherub features while intermittently traveling from top to bottom, admiring the way her outfit accentuated all of her beauty and absolutely none of her flaws. Did Demi even have flaws? If so the tutor was entirely blind to them - and he was perfectly okay with that fact.

In that moment a small group of patients interrupted them, each excusing themselves more or less politely as they all knew Jared by now as the friendly albeit rule abiding ( oh how little they knew about him ) tutor. Whilst the tiny group separated the pair Jared flashed Demi a winning smile, nodding slightly over toward a different corner of the dance hall, this time he was the one in the lead.

Much like a high school prom there was a photo booth set up in one of the corners, it’s framing set up with spooky decorations, gourds and the like in order to give the participants that halloweeny vibe. He kept a watchful eye as they approached, ensuring not a soul would be near to notice the two enter the T I N Y space together. With the current song picking up and the residents distracted by this that and the other, it was safe to say not a single soul noticed as Jared held the curtain up for Demi - allowing her to enter the booth first, and he to follow quickly there after. “Much better.” He breathed, grasping her cheek with a firm hand, drawing her in an instant later for a passionate and heated kiss. The fangs Jared was sporting made the motion a little difficult - but he was able to manage, slipping his tongue over and under her own as they mirrored each others movements.

Just like always her scent was intoxicating. Enough to send him nearly over the edge - which forced the tutor to think thoughts like any male had in a do or die scenario - cold showers, his grandmother, and baseball. That triage of things was enough to keep the excitement within his denim at bay - but there was only so much of a mental barrier Jared would be able to put up before Demi knocked straight through it - wrecking ball indeed.

               MERCIFULLY the booth wasn’t set on some kind of timer. It seemed Robert had rigged this particular booth to go off with the press of a button, the camera and shutter capable of popping off six photos that would then be printed out in sequence for the participants to take back to their rooms and enjoy for the rest of time. They both had been smart enough to keep their hands away from anything that even resembled a button - a smart move, or was it more so that they were too busy handling that which was right in front of them, the body neither had been able to encompass like they’d wanted for over twelve hours. Jared’s own burly palms found their way around Demi’s waist, drawing her in as near as the booth would allow without physically placing her on top of him. It was an idea he considered - and thought better of lest someone strip the curtain away from them and reveal their truth to the world.

Sapphire swimming pools – so enticing, so inviting – Demetria would have been happy to drown within them. That was the thing about the eyes; they conveyed all emotions and for a large portion of the time, you could truly read a being for what their irises displayed. Each time she looked within HIS eyes however, she felt as though she could conquer the W O R L D. Every single moment spent staring though the cerulean windows to his soul, the beauty queen fell deeper and deeper into his honey trap – condemning herself to a love that would last for eternities. It was no secret to her disorder that Demetria Rivers usually threw herself into her emotions head first; bruising herself, colliding against bramble bushes that scraped and tore her porcelain skin – though she was willing to come out of the woods with one hundred injuries and more, if it meant that she would have Jared Jones by her side for the rest of time. He was one of a kind; a beautiful human being inside and out – something that Demi ENVIED, for they wore their flaws in their stride and used it as a building block. That was what life was in essence, or more so, their STORY – building blocks, forming a tower… A beacon of hope that stood as tall as the stars, yet so vulnerable to being knocked down. Their relationship was something that should not have been public knowledge, yet the pair of them were lucky enough to attain the reputations they did. Jared Jones, one of Doctor Wright’s most ELITE staff members – somebody he could trust with his life, somebody who he had helped in his darkest of hours. Demetria Rivers, a flirt that did not hold back – hiding her relationship with the tutor as though it was a jewel at the bottom of the ocean. Nobody would ever suspect a thing and that was exactly what they both needed. 

As his words reverberated through his ribcage, climbing up along his vocal chords and projecting ever so SMOOTHLY, Demetria tilted her head to the side coyly – afire autumnals remaining fixated on him as though she was hypnotised, though realistically speaking, she may as well have been. The seductress was already convinced that they were made for one another; two incredibly different people designed to balance the other out, yet fulfil their lives in the fullest. There was a reason they had to remain a S E C R E T though… Because their connection was too precious for the world to get a grasp of. Reality was an awful thing. People were greedy, selfish and spiteful – willing to dig their claws in, awaiting the impending crash of something. Demetria and Jared however, could build a world of their own. They already had an entire empire and whilst they could not be together in public, she knew that she had captured his heart – as he had hers. No matter how many people enticed the beauty, she would always remain his. Jared Jones held the key to her heart and she would not be asking for it back any time soon… It was as simple as getting a spare key cut. Once that deed was done, you could come and go as you pleased – breaking in like a robber who was continuously coming back for the diamonds they possessed. Demetria Rivers heart had been STOLEN by the midnight haired man and would not dare ask for it back. 

Cherries parted, ready to BITE back with some smart comment about how as two demons, they were a match made in HELL – but instead, she quickly drew herself back, eyes averting from their loving glare into something much subtler as she nodded towards the group of girls that had come swarming. Of course, they knew who she was – briefly gushing over how they had voted for her as Q U E E N. A devilish smile splayed across her petals, ego accentuating as she flicked a striking wave of chocolate as her shoulder, keeping up appearances. Compliments were exchanged about her outfit, forced compliments rolling off of her tongue about theirs… She needed to keep them on her side somehow, but they loved her. One of them even went as far as to blabber on about the makeup look the devil had chosen – crimson blended over her eyelids, though her viridescents had managed to find their way back to Jared – barely even listening to the utterances leaving the other lips. Before she knew it, she had found her irises flaring, excitement burning through her veins as she quickly snapped her head back to the other who was mid-talking about some STUPID thing that Demetria wasn’t even paying attention to. 

“Will you excuse me?” 

And with that, she had left – disappearing into thin air as those stiletto clad ankles clinked their way over to the photobooth, hurrying inside as THRILLER blared through the cafeteria. Everybody was too occupied trying to perfect their zombie dance, though the brunette was occupied with something else. Barely exchanging a glance with him as she pulled her slender frame into the booth, turning delicately so that her wings would not catch, she looked up to find him diving in directly after – barely given the chance to breathe before his lips came desperately searching for hers. Just like that, they had collided; a METEOR hitting the earth and forming a small explosion as it created a wreckage across everything but that tiny little booth they were trapped within. Cherries fought against his, a battleground turning to shreds as members of each team were shot down, sliced open and STILL – they were the only two to exist amidst all the mayhem that was DETONATING around them. With each millisecond their lips parted, Demetria found herself indulging in more, petals dying to be intertwined with his. The beauty had forgotten what it was like to BREATHE, but why did she need to inhale the carbon dioxide surrounding them when Jared was her air? 

In between the heavy passionate kisses that they left along one another lips and jaws, small little pecks were scattered across the others features too – the corners of her lips cracking into a smile whilst her lungs worked overtime, attempting to compensate for the loss of breath. The effect that Jared left upon her was DIZZYING – he was like a drug that she never wanted to stop taking… Heroin in the purest of forms and instead of shutting down her organs, causing her to flourish like the most beautiful of roses. 

Drawing back now to allow herself time to DRINK him in, she giggled slightly at the lipstick now sprawled across his chin – her thumb lifting to wipe his skin cleaning in a bid to save their secret. Hazels danced with his, the glisten that was within her hues reflecting onto his as she pulled him back towards her, placing a simplistic but lasting kiss against his lips that was still full of desire and adoration. God, she was so in love with him… When the time was ready, she would tell him. When she was absolutely certain that he was just as head over heels as she was. It wasn’t that Demetria didn’t trust him, though she had established the difference between love and lust – yet, Jared hadn’t endured as many ‘romantic’ encounters as she had. Still though, she was hopeful. She held a belief that was much stronger than any relationship she’d had before… Maybe, she was being cautious. Or perhaps, for the first time, she was putting somebody else before her. 

“If that was an invitation earlier on, then you should know by now, I don’t do invitations. I just like to turn up unannounced… You’ve now ruined my devil seductress master plan.” 

Giggling against his lips, her tone a playful joke, Demetria pressed another loving kiss to his lips – arms wrapped around his body from where had had earlier pulled her up against him. Hell, she was practically in his lap; both of them trying to remain on the rather small stool placed in the centre of the booth. To tell the truth, she could have slept with him there and then – an entire party outside unaware of what was happening on the inside of the booth but in the same instance, she didn’t need to. Demi did not need sex to solidify where they were in their relationship… She was just as excited by the tutor without all the lust. Having somebody who understood her in and out was enough. Demetria Rivers had met her match and she didn’t intend on letting him go, for the rest of her living life. She would be out of Brielle one day and they would be moving on, building a life of their OWN.

[demetriarose-xx]

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              The charming grin that had been the demise of so many women before her slipped over Jared’s features easily as Demetria rattled off compliments about himself and his costume. He was nothing compared to her though, a vision of pure elegance shrouded in hell fire and brimstone. He gave her points for creativity of course, having seen the costume in it’s bare bones state the Jones had no idea just how encompassing the wings he had purchased for her would be. And of course he had spared no expense, they had been something she wanted and it was becoming evident very early in the relationship that whatever the beauty wanted the tutor would acquire no matter what hoops and hurdles he had to over come in order to complete the request.

Little did Jared know he was having the same impure thoughts as the devilish beauty, visions of her frame pinned against the door of his classroom or the thick mahogany of his desk dancing through his head like sugarplums at Christmas time. The blood clinging to his lips would surely stain her neck, leaving smeared impressions of passion and wanting as they encompassed the entire map of her body. It would be so obvious when they returned, with makeup smeared and cheeks flushed, hair tousled and stinking of sex. Needless to say the very image of the beauty wasn’t the only thing that Brough such a smirk to the raven haired males lips. “Look who’s talking.” He ventured, the irony of the Devil using the word hot not lost on the literary scholar.

As her frame began to fade away Jared made quick, subtle steps to follow, the eagerness behind his feet shrouded by the many others that laced their path. The crowd was distracted of course, the cacophony of noise and imagery enough to keep their eyes anywhere but on the beauty and the beast. So desperately did he want to reach out and touch her, to caress the backside that was so flawlessly framed by the wings he’d retrieved for her. There was lust behind those cerulean pools but also adoration - both emotions that were hidden from plain sight thanks to the crimson effect of the contact lenses he donned. Admittedly it seemed as though Jared was sizing Demi up like she was a bite to eat, but that was part of this character wasn’t it? The vampire who hungered eternally for blood? Such creatures didn’t exist of course but if they had Jared’s doppelgänger would certainly have been a force to be reckoned with. Other worldly powers or no this creature would have had zero issue drawing in women to feed from, one look at those baby blues and they would be putty in his hands - but of course, this was all simply fantasy, an amusing thought in the back of the tutors mind.

As they reached the punch bowl Jared was sure to give passers by a polite acknowledging smile each of which was accompanied by a nod - all in an attempt to persuade them not to strike up a conversation. It was a passing nod, the kind you might give someone in a hallway when you wanted to confirm their existence but also had somewhere else to be - and he did have somewhere else to be, glued to the side of the devilish queen of course, there was no where else the tutor wanted to be situated.

            He grasped a plastic cup, swirling the ladle within the large clear bowl as the mixture of juice formed a subtle vortex thanks to his manipulation. Filling one cup just below the brim he offered it to Demi, filling a cup for himself shortly there after. It was a mixture of pink lemonade and some other ingredients - a variable witches brew if he’d ever laid eyes on one. With the hand that wasn’t currently invested in gripping his cup Jared dug into his jean pocket, subconsciously needing to distract himself lest he faulted and reach out to caress the beauty in such a public place. “So, Ms. Rivers,” He began, well aware the music would be enough to keep others from eavesdropping on their conversation but smart enough to know he could play the entendre game if he phrased things properly. “Do you have any plans for after the dance?” Ultra marine’s widened with the question, as if to emphasis his point all the while that trade mark smirk continued to stay plastered against his features, even as he took a sip of the lemonade mixture.

Stiletto clad ankles glided across the makeshift dancefloor, distancing herself from the tutor whilst a crimson smile spread across her pearls – curling upward as she looked smug with herself over the fact that she could hear him so eagerly following behind. Just the imagery of Jared trying to keep up with her bare thighs, bumping into a hurdle of other patients whilst his cerulean pools MELTED across her body – god, it was comical. Soon enough though, he reached the table; his own adonis form towering over her as hazels flickered upward dangerously. Perhaps nobody would notice if they slipped off briefly… Demetria had all of the wet wipes and makeup that she needed in her room to freshen up – a COVER UP in the easiest of ways to call it. Though, she couldn’t promise that her own bed would be as comfortable as his memory foam mattress. She was lumped with some springy old thing and not to mention, it was a single – though the RISK of it would have been. The sheer feeling of a ‘once in a lifetime’ opportunity tingling at her fingertips as she pictured them roaming across his skin.

Feathered wings tussled themselves against her back; a bloodred fountain pouring over her shoulder blades as she lured the men she wanted in – although being honest, there was only one person that her sights were set on tonight. Demetria had always been the kind of person to drag people in and throw them away when she no longer needed them… She did it in TRUE histrionic fashion. Wrapping people around her finger, watching them pirouette in circles around her knuckle whilst the tip of her S E R P E N T tongue flickered across the cherries of her lips. It was so satisfying watching people PINE over her… It filled her to the brim with happiness to know that men wanted her and she could reel them in, just like that – though nobody would ever compare to Jared Jones.

With her fingers extended, accepting the plastic cup of punch that he had poured for her in his gentlemanly style, she gave a small nod before taking a sip – noticing the knuckles of his spare hand clutching as though he was physically having to restrain himself from feasting upon her instead. As his words begun to leave his lips, Demetria raised a singular eyebrow – curious as to what dialogue was about to follow and then his question came. For a moment, the beauty furrowed her eyebrows… What did he think she was going to be doing? She was trapped in an insane asylum; locked away from the world ‘for her own good’. She was going to go back to the place that she called HOME, swipe her makeup off until her cheeks were their natural glowing rose and jump straight into bed. Or so she thought until she realised just what his words meant – oh, it was a PROPOSITION. Allowing her features to return to their natural state, a giggle vibrating through her chest as pearls glistened under the orange and green disco lights that flared across the room, the beauty placed her cup down temporarily – fingertips pressing to her cheeks in an embarrassment that she didn’t quite understand his innuendo immediately, although she was sure that Jared would have found it endearing.

“I am going to break OUT of this place in this exact outfit and find myself a nice man to cosy up to… Tall, dark, handsome – a total NERD in disguise.” A teasing glitter scattered across autumnal hues, a sadistic smile sprawling across her petals as her chest found itself tilting in towards Jared. To anybody else, it may have looked like she was whispering – snitching on the patients who had managed to find contraband alcohol, swirling the concoction in with their tropical coloured punch and consuming it like it was water. But Demetria and Jared? They knew exactly what she was doing. Plumped lips moved slowly, accentuating each little vowel her tongue slithered – cherries curving in a tantalising manner as though to drag out her words and reel him in. Quickly snapping back as if she could so quickly flip out of the seductive persona that she had previously been portraying and picking her plastic cup up, lips wrapping their way around a small couple of inches of red and taking a sip. “Or I might just go back to my room and go to sleep, you know me – the life of E X C I T E M E N T. What about you? Enlighten me, Mr Jones... You don’t have another frisky little devil in your life that could storm in through your front door like a wrecking ball and cause a load of damage, do you?”