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The town seemed to be in a mix of both chaos and partnership. Some vampires figuring out easily how to move and coexist with the humans, while others seemed to break every rule around them. Breaking the rules doesn't seem that bad when they first think about it. They find it fun and enticing until they find themselves standing in front of the Magister himself. Then everything was less fun and more terrifying. <br/>
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Beckett had no empathy for anyone who purposely broke the rules he so painstakingly put into play.  Louisiana belonged to him and some people needed to be reminded...<i>often. </i>When Beckett had first taken the position he had been a little more lenient and a little more understanding. It had been harder for him to complete this job without allowing some sort of emotion wrap around him. That hadn't lasted long though. He slipped out of the caring and crazed vampire and more into the ruthless and cold one that most people saw in movies or written in books. He held his title proudly and there was rarely a mistake that happened under him. If it did that mistake often ended up dead. The thing about Beckett was he simply did not care about others unless it benefited him in the most exquisite ways. The last time he gave a shit about someone he ended up breaking both their hearts and losing his humanity quickly. Something he was far from wanting to get back. Life had become easier the moment he gave up on caring about those around him. The moment he let himself forget that he was ever a human. <br/>
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Stretched out in his coffin he lay, eyes closed and mind going a million miles an hour. There had been something in the air that was bothering him. Something that made him feel like something dark was moving closer to Bon Temps. He could be overthinking everything because he often found his mind to be an overwhelming place when he was trying to sleep, but he just couldn't shake the feeling. A deep sigh leaving his lips as he tried to push all the thoughts away and get some sleep. Tomorrow they had plenty to deal with and exhaustion was not something he was looking forward too. He started to drift to sleep when he heard Eve. Her voice muffled, but he could still hear who she was calling out too. Beckett could never get use to her nightmares, but he knew better than to get up and run to her. He had no comforting words for her. Nothing that would make her feel at ease or peace.  He laid there and listened to her. He waited until he heard her go quiet and then stir. <br/>
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He took that moment to finally slip into the sleep he was waiting for. <br/>
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Beckett was fully aware of the Monarch coming to visit. Though the main reason would be simply to see Eve and celebrate her rebirth with her, he felt that something else was underlying his visit. There was always more to Julius when he made a house call to Bon Temps. Something that Beckett hated. It always felt like he was being hovered and judged for the job that he was doing. Of course something had gone wrong right before Julius had made it known he was stopping in. An issue he needed to handle quickly and quietly. It seemed lately that more outsiders were entering Bon Temps and causing as many issues as they could. Outsiders that were much harder to catch. They seemed to sneak in, in the dead of night, do their worst and then slip out the same evening. The rage was slowly building in Beckett and he knew if a person pushed him the wrong way it might end up being a deadly mistake. <br/>
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Beck lounged back in his thick leather office chair. Dressed in black dress pants and a silk royal blue button up. The top three buttons undone and exposing soft olive skin. Eyes roaming a couple of old cases they had put away to see if there was any similarities to what had happened previously. He wasn't sure where Eve was and he knew he would need to beckon for her soon. He needed a new pair of eyes to look over these things because if he kept staring at these files he might actually lose his mind. He ran his hand through his hair as he pushed the file away with his other one. "Fuck," he huffed to himself. Pulled from his thought as he heard the soft knock. "Come in," he called to her. Lifting his head to watch her come through the door. Cocking an eyebrow when he noticed how she was dressed. It was completely abnormal to see her in something other than jeans, but it had been sometime since he had seen her in anything else. "You look lovely," he told her. He was doing his best to be nicer to those around him. <br/>
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Beckett felt his nostrils flare when she mentioned the squatters. "See what happens when I try and be nicer to people?" he said in a growl. "They have two options left, leave my state or find their heads have been removed," he leaned back again. He ran his tongue over his teeth as he sat in thought for a moment. "I think I like option two the most," he finally looked back over at her. "Unless you think something else would be better?" He crossed his arms over his chest and waited for her answer. Even if he hated feeling attached to people or anything at all for that matter, Eve's opinion did matter. She played a large part in helping him run all this and stay organize. That he could acknowledge. <br/>
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