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<div style="margin: auto; height:500px; max-width: 600px;background-image: url(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/b4/d8/ca/b4d8ca569f354b2b016eaccce1e350f5.jpg);background-size: cover;background-position: center; font-size: 0px; filter: contrast(100%); mix-blend-mode: screen; opacity: 60%; margin-top: -20px; filter: grayscale(40%);border-radius: 15px;">.</div><div style="margin: auto; height:500px; max-width: 600px;background-image: url(https://64.media.tumblr.com/3c4cfe3f49658c62a8178c9bba7683f1/cee01a2748ea1b29-30/s400x600/69e8d140c0e25ca5190b816c57f4e9f72a8d0fde.gif);background-size: cover;background-position: center; font-size: 0px; filter: contrast(100%); mix-blend-mode: screen; opacity: 20%; margin-top: -500px; filter: grayscale(100%);border-radius: 15px;">.</div><div style="margin: auto; height:230px; max-width: 130px;background-image: url(https://i.imgur.com/XQw1Rb8.png);background-size: cover;background-position: center; font-size: 0px; filter: contrast(100%); mix-blend-mode: screen;; opacity: 100%; margin-top: -370px; filter: grayscale(0%);border-radius: 0px; margin-left:-10px">.</div><div style="margin:auto; background: #fffffff; margin-top: -200px; margin-bottom: 0px; max-width: 505px; line-height: 140%; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; font-family: times; text-align: justify; color: #fff; height: 170px; overflow: auto; text-shadow: 5px #000 5px #000 5px #000; padding: 5px;position: absolute;margin-left:70px;"> <div style="margin: auto; height: 50px; width: 50px; border-radius: 100%; float: left;  box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px 2px #fff; background: url(https://i.imgur.com/Gl9p58h.gif); ;filter: contrast(100%);filter: grayscale(100%); background-size: cover; background-position: center; font-size: 0px; margin-left:10px; margin-right:5px;">.</div>Julius was holding back greatly, though his punches had just the same effect. It was a bit comical, the unfair advantage he had of speed, able to dodge each one of his fists that flew through the air. But as one connected finally, it did piss Julius off. His eyes became dark and it did possibly feel like the air had become chillier around the growing crowd from the cold dead stare that'd replaced that <i>soft</i><br/>
sense of human left in him. But he was stopped, forced back by the waitress<br/>
from earlier who'd less than good things to say about him, but seemed to still<br/>
care enough to jump in the middle of a fight. Or she had a death wish. He was<br/>
just one inch away from hurting her instead of the jackass. His hand was still<br/>
a tight fist which now fell dejectedly at his side. Julius was fuming, hunched<br/>
in a position that suggested he was prepared to charge. And seeing her shoved<br/>
to the ground didn't make things any better.<br/>
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<br/>
<br/>
He was willing to finally show Lionel the true power he<br/>
possessed but was stopped. He was distracted by Gianna, who like her friend was<br/>
more interested in ending the fight rather than finding it entertaining like<br/>
the growing crowd. A growl emanated by the lack of respect. Julius thought he<br/>
had been quite fair to the people of Bon Temps. Had this been a time of the<br/>
past, he wouldn't have minded simply allowing the vampires to roam free,<br/>
stealing their victims in the middle of the night. Yet, he didn't. Julius had<br/>
taken the time to build some kind of order and yes, while he had his issues<br/>
with Beckett, he thought he did a good job in his appointed position. So, a<br/>
little respect wasn't too much to ask for.<br/>
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Gianna's expertise in a little hick gossip however seemed<br/>
to get the point across that it would be best if they left. He turned to help<br/>
Cat up, but Gianna had her back on her feet in no time. The sound of a truck<br/>
screeching off could be heard, meaning trouble had finally sped off. As the<br/>
dust settled, those onlookers weren't inclined to stand around. Perhaps knowing<br/>
Julius was a vampire had been fun when there was someone else he was focused on<br/>
biting during the fight, but with no one to distract him, it was easy to feel<br/>
like they were fair game.<br/>
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He sighed out. This had completely disrupted his plan, but<br/>
Gianna was here, nonetheless.<br/>
<br/>
"I'm sorry for the trouble. I don't usually go around<br/>
starting fights" Julius admitted. "Are you alright?" He couldn't really see any<br/>
markings on Cat. Julius turned his attention back to Gianna. "Was all that<br/>
stuff true?" He knew it had to be, judging by the looks on Lionel and his<br/>
girlfriend's faces . . .but it was evident it wasn't really common knowledge. He<br/>
didn't expect Gianna to just flat out tell him she could read minds, but<br/>
telling signs were easy to spot if she planned to lie to him. What she revealed<br/>
seemed like it could cause trouble, enough possibly to have the couple return.<br/>
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"You know, I'd be really uncomfortable just leaving you to<br/>
possibly deal with my mess even more. I feel like they're the kind of people to<br/>
come back . . .I'd be more than happy to take you ladies home." Really Gianna<br/>
was on his mind. But Julius felt she was very protective of her friend, and the<br/>
likelihood he could just take Gianna alone wasn't that high. Unless Cat had her<br/>
own car.<br/>
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<div style="margin: auto; height:500px; max-width: 600px;background-image: url(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/8d/4f/b6/8d4fb6db36784ec075ad5ada03f69d20.jpg);background-size: cover;background-position: center; font-size: 0px; filter: contrast(100%); mix-blend-mode: screen;; opacity: 80%; margin-top: -20px; filter: grayscale(0%);border-radius: 15px;">.</div><div style="margin: auto; height:500px; max-width: 600px;background-image: url(https://64.media.tumblr.com/3c4cfe3f49658c62a8178c9bba7683f1/cee01a2748ea1b29-30/s400x600/69e8d140c0e25ca5190b816c57f4e9f72a8d0fde.gif);background-size: cover;background-position: center; font-size: 0px; filter: contrast(100%); mix-blend-mode: screen; opacity: 20%; margin-top: -500px; filter: grayscale(100%);border-radius: 15px;">.</div><div style="margin: auto; height:230px; max-width: 130px;background-image: url(https://i.imgur.com/InLtdkf.png);background-size: cover;background-position: center; font-size: 0px; filter: contrast(100%); mix-blend-mode: screen; opacity: 100%; margin-top: -340px; filter: grayscale(0%);border-radius: 0px; margin-left:3px">.</div><div style="margin:auto; background: #fffffff; margin-top: -220px; margin-bottom: 0px; max-width: 475px; line-height: 140%; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; font-family: times; text-align: justify; color: #fff; height: 250px; overflow: auto; text-shadow: 5px #000 5px #000 5px #000; padding: 5px;position: absolute;margin-left:110px;"> <div style="margin: auto; height: 50px; width: 50px; border-radius: 100%; float: left;  box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px 2px #fff; background: url(https://i.imgur.com/uQ7Iktg.gif); ;filter: contrast(100%);filter: grayscale(100%); background-size: cover; background-position: center; font-size: 0px; margin-left:10px; margin-right:5px;">.</div>Eve's cry was thunderous, almost pained as she felt Beckett's fangs returning to puncture her again. He squeezed her core, his arms barred around her so tightly as though she'd run off. The size of his fangs were impressive, so much so that the first time he fed her, she thought surely he would split her until she was torn apart like a pomegranate, names of bright red spilling quicker than his tongue could catch it. And he was anything but gentle, not that he was incapable of it, but the first few years of their being together with Beck still in the infancy of his change he was much stronger than ever.<br/>
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Slowly her arms raised, her fingers running along the smooth pale back of his forearms, trailing up until she could cradle his face. She turned her head to kiss him, her fingers entangled in his dark strands. It wouldn't always be this way and she feared, curious, if one day there would be another to catch his eye. Or was Beckett content with how things were? She should find it enough. Eve wasn't so sure she was prepared to put herself out there. But it wasn't. Because tonight was just. Tonight . . . in a couple of days Beck would undoubtedly say something that would hurt her feelings and the cycle of being pissed at him would start all over again.<br/>
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So she didn't say anything. Even As badly as she wanted to drag up the same old conversation: why can't we start over? Instead she raps her nose against the side of his face and leaned back until they both could settle against the mussed up sheets. She turned to face him so that she could lay her head on his chest, her fingers drawing invisible circles along his stomach. She propped her chin to draw her head upward, watching him with a dopey grin. God, she hated how easily he could make her remember just how much she loved him. Eve just hoped he wasn't in a rush to leave. Though even she knew they couldn't sleep together like this for the rest of the night. That made her sigh. They'd have to dress and prepare for Julius who despite it being late would probably immediately go into wanting updates on what was going on. The kind and sweet man who she cuddled with would be replaced by the serious vampire. Reluctantly she pulled away to grab her phone and see just how much time they actually had alone.<br/>
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"Hm, Julius has already made it into Bon Temps," she mused knowing Beck could hear her. She quickly sent a reply, noting that his room was very much available and heh could stay as long as he wished. Her attention was directed back to Beck who she crawled back towards, wrapping herself back around him. She welcomed that dull ache in her neck, knowing it would be tender for the next couple of hours. "Julius will not be happy to see me like this. I hope you're ready for his attitude." She didn't want to talk about work too much but figured she would get it out of the way while Beck was still caught in the afterglow of sex. "And speaking of attitudes, while I'm not fan of the sheriff, I have a feeling maybe we can work out some kind of arrangement with him to let us borrow a human. If we can work with one more directly, could be easier for us to manage most of the mess we can't get to during their hours. What do you think?"<br/>
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