Women Love Fest - Day Seven - Vicki Donovan
Vicki drifts.
No one cares what she does, so why should she? She gets a dead end job at the Grill. She gets friends she can only stand when she's high, so she gets high. She gets Elena's little brother.
Whoops.
People would care about that one.
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She cares, too, to be honest. Which is something she tries not to be, as often as possible.
But when she thinks about acting like she cares it gets scary. She doesn't know what comes after that.
Her future is a blank and if she pretends it doesn't bother her then she doesn't have to think about it.
She just wishes she could make Matt stop worrying. She feels bad about that.
Tyler is such a dick. But hot. Hot, but a total dick.
Vicki likes being with him, though. She likes the greedy roughness of his hands, the urgency of his mouth. She likes the lost, tired expression he wears when no one else is there to see.
Jeremy is different. He always looks lost, and a little angry. All the anger is wrapped up in hurt, she can feel it humming under his skin.
They take a bunch of Xanax and lie on Vicki's bed. She's floating on a beautiful, drifting cloud of unconcern and he's still troubled. He's frowning at the ceiling, which he shouldn't be able to manage after the sedatives.
Vicki rolls over and sprawls half on top of him. He smiles for her, and it's unforced.
She makes him happy right now and that's a dangerous thing.
She's no good for anyone and he won't be happy with her forever.
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She has no idea what she's on right now but it's awesome.
This house is amazing and every single surface begs to be danced on. She can feel the music on her skin. She lies down on the rug and the fibers tickle. She can't stop talking, or dancing.
She has no idea who this guy is but he's beautiful and he's listening to her and he must have access to some hardcore stuff because she feels amazing.
It's all good.
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She has no idea what's happening to her, but it's awful.
Her eyes are on fire and her head is pounding with noise. Her teeth are sensitive and the sun makes her skin hurt. It makes everything hurt. Her hair hurts. Nothing looks right or sounds right or feels right and she's
So
Hungry.
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Being a vampire sucks.
Hah. Vicki's so funny. Funny dead girl.
Dead hungry girl.
She can't stop thinking about blood. And Jeremy. God, she wants Jeremy. It's all so clear now. It's Jeremy that she wants.
And some blood.
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Being a vampire is... a little confusing.
All of her instincts want her to put her teeth to Jeremy's throat and bite down. Her instincts say his blood tastes better than anyone else's. Her instincts say Elena's in her way and everyone's yelling and vampire speed just makes everything move faster and her instincts say now, now, now.
And then no one says anything at all.
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Vicki drifts.