Disclaimer: Pretty sure it's obvious, but I don't own the people mentioned in this. I just like to have fun with 'em y'know. They're my puppets right now (;
If you asked around, they would say she was promiscuous.
Because no longer did she believe in the warmth of trust and love, no longer did she believe that the world was filled with butterflies and sparkles (expect for the occasion vamp in sun thing) and no longer did her eyes glow with happiness.
No, she was cold.
Cold as a bitter winter night, icy white flakes melting on her too hot skin.
She hated but she still targeted men for her frustrations.
She'd use and use and use because it hurt him.
Sam.
Hurt him because he caused this, the bastard.
You deserve to hurt.
She wraps her legs around her current conquest as he slides deep inside her and she moans with pleasure.
Another one for the books, another scar to be seen.
He leaves trails of hot ice on her skin as he brushes his hands over her hips and she relishes in it.
I think I'm gonna post another (better) one of these.