<div style="margin: auto; max-width:600px; height: 500px; background-color: #000; background:box-sizing:border-box; position:relative; box-shadow:2px 2px 1px #ddd; margin-top: 10px;margin-bottom:10px;"><br/>
<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>She was special, clearly someone worthy of looking out for. He watched as several eyes followed her, as though concerned for her wellbeing just by talking to Julius. It was amusing and he wondered truly what was expected of him? That he'd fly off like a bat in the night, or perhaps perch himself on top of the roof like some sort of Batman and gargoyle mixed breed, stalking and waiting in the shadows to come swooping down on Gianna in one swift move. He couldn't help the snort, the amount of panic that would ensue afterward. He had her attention though and he knew while this wasn't exactly the last highlight of her mortal existence, his presence had definitely made a point. It'd be easier to <i>bump into her</i>. Or at least, chat her up a bit when her shift was over. He'd to remind himself that coming off strongly could actually scare her away and he was still very unsure if she was capable of knowing what thoughts slithered through his mind.<br/>
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He reached for his phone, pretending he wasn't listening to the very obvious conversation going on. The man, just a foot or so taller than Gianna, did a horrible job of keeping his eyes to himself. He had finally taken to turning his back to Julius, as though to protect Gianna from the sight of the vampire. Had he been lip reading, this would've been annoying. Really, all it required was for him to tilt his head just slightly more exaggerated.<br/>
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<i>"We've got our first vampire Sam, isn't that exciting?! And guess what else. I can't hear his thoughts - not a single peep!"<br/>
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"Listen, you need to be careful with that man. I get you're excited, but... he could seriously hurt you, Gianna. Worse than hurt you." S</i><br/>
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So, Eve was right in her thinking. He pulled up her contact on his phone.<br/>
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<div style="margin: auto; max-width: 300px; height: 95px; background-color: #000; color: #FFF; font-size: 11px; font-family: karla; box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px 2px #fff; text-align: justify; padding: 10px; border-radius: 10px; margin-left: 10px;"> I've arrived, down at Merlotte's now. I should be home soon. I'm presuming I still have a bedroom, or has Beckett turned it into a second office? </div><div style="margin: auto; max-width: 50px; height: 50px; position: relative; background-color: #0000000; color: #bababb; font-family: arial; font-size: 6px; margin-left: 250px; margin-top: 5px; "> Delivered</div>His eyes lifted upon her approach, a dark brow lifting higher at the sight of the glans in her hand coming nearer until it was placed just under his nose. Admittedly, from glance it didn't look unappealing. The scent was all wrong though, or at least something he may have to become accustomed to. It was faint, like the smell of coins left in your hand. Nothing like from the source. His tongue curled against his bottom lip as his eyes flickered towards Gianna.<br/>
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<i>"There you have it, one bottle of O Neg Vitale warmed up to 98.6 degrees! Enjoy... I think? Is there anything else I can get you?"</i><br/>
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He sucked back the urge to say what he wanted. Anything she <i>could</i> give him was sure to rule up an already tense bunch.<br/>
"No no, you've been excellent, thank you. suppose just the check?" Was it disappointment he read on her face as she scribbled about? Looming in the restaurant wasn't for the best, eventually they'd need the table, or he would just come off as a big creep. Not that stalking her from the outside was any better but considering the people he saw lingering in the parking lot already, Julius didn't think it was too abnormal if he did it. Not to say there wouldn't be a problem. He was in no rush though.<br/>
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"Thank you, Gianna." Julius watched as she scurried off to another table, reaching for the end of the napping to draw the glass closer. It was surprisingly thin, like flat tap water. But that seemed to help with the unusual idea of synthetic blood in the first place. He'd better wine and would probably get more rush from even the cheapest vodka, but it sustained him. Julius finished it quickly, fished out a hundred, which was still far too much despite how expensive the drink was considering <i>who and what</i> it was. The room seemed to breathe the moment he walked through the doors.<br/>
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Julius lingered inside his car for a while, but as the hours ticked by, he knew that she wouldn't easily spot him outside. He was one of the few cars still in the lot. There was a message he received from Eve he was sure, but before he could check it, Julius was interrupted.<br/>
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He stood up taller against the hood of his car, turning at the sound of heavy boots stomping through gravel. The man from earlier had figured there was no good reason for him to be there in the first place, but as expected <i>hovering </i>gave the impression he didn't want to. It would've been smarter to leave and come back, just less fun.<br/>
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"Problem?" Julius inquired, turning to face the man. His dark blonde hair was stuck awkwardly to the side of his face, sweaty and a bit . . . rank – the musky smell of sex was hard to ignore.<br/>
"Lionel let's just leave it alone –"<br/>
"Kimberly I've got this!" He looked over his shoulder to yell at the woman from earlier who still came running up behind him. Julius resisted the urge to smile. This wasn't supposed to be funny, not according to Lionel at least.<br/>
"Yes, there's a problem. You and every bloodsucker that crosses through here." His finger came out toward Julius, prodding hard against his chest. <i>That</i> was a definite no no. Patient, and much much older than most vampires he'd encountered, Julius was used to keeping his cool. But with each further insult strewn his way and the man closing in on him. . . keeping him in his place became difficult. It was a push, solid enough to hopefully get Lionel to back off. It was push harder than needed though, causing him to fall back. His hands were scathed, cut up – he drew blood. And that's what led to a much bigger fight that of couse drew a rowdy crowd encouraging every second of it.<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>"I know you can handle it." There were plenty of things Beckett handled, exceptionally well. And she knew that even if he was resistant to them bringing in help, he and she would have less to stress about with a few helping hands. Didn't he want more free time? She could already think of a list forming in her head and while she knew Beckett would definitely fight her on it, it would be best if they had a human on board. Eve didn't mind being around humans. They were cute and once they got over the inane fear that every vampire wanted a bite out of them, they were found to be useful. Maybe it would help if they had someone on Townsend's side that he wouldn't mind working with. A perfect bridge where neither of them <i>physically</i> had to meet in the middle. And, considering they were asleep for nearly half the day, they could actually get more work done with someone who was putting in hours during actual waking hours.<br/>
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In her bedroom on her nightstand, her phone vibrated with a message from Julius, but Eve was in no rush to leave Beckett when she saw that look in his eyes. The slow gaze up her legs was enough to make her tingle between them. How sick, the little bitty lamb actually being turned on by the sight of her own predator. Changing her mind came and went in the wind created by Beck's swift appearance before her. She didn't protest as he took the folder out of her hand, dropped at their feet. That discussion had ended.<br/>
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<i>"Come, come my pet , there are plenty of things we can do to pass the time."</i><br/>
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God. Julius would be able to read it on her face and what he said about her mingling with Beck, she was sure she wouldn't quite like. His disapproval went one of two ways; a very stern and fatherly type, ready to waggle his finger and lecture her. And on the other hand, he could be so annoyingly passive, if not condescending. Maybe it was payback for the rebellious <i>teenage</i> demeanor she had those thirteen years after she became much more comfortable with her transition. Wild and reckless bouts of sex, partying and doing anything to test the limits of her immortality. Julius thought she was insane: <i>You're an adult, aren't you? You're acting like a wild child.</i> In his defense, she had gotten a bit <i>carried away</i> at a college frat party she attended. How was she to expect that boy would follow her home?<br/>
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<i>It's not enough to be cautious. Yes, there are certainly friendly humans, but they are not all our friends</i>. That boy's father had rallied the whole town to kick them out. Julius was quicker than defending Eve and their space, their <i>home</i>. Like Beckett now, he was quick to rip into anyone's neck. And – <i>God who cares</i>.<br/>
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Eve drew her hands to Beckett's chest, running them smoothly over the sculpted marble frame until she reached his shoulders. She looped her arms around him, tilting her head further to give him much more access to her neck. A delicate purr passed through her lips as her fingers twirled through his hair.<br/>
"Well, I'm particularly fond of that thing you do with your tongue," Eve said. She gave a playful tug on Beck's hair, pulling his head back. The dark and hooded stare, the sharpened narrow gaze of his almond shaped eyes . . . the way they glossed over with desire, inky, like black opal under fire. "Si tu peux m'attraper." <span class="bbc-spoiler bbc-spoiler-instant" data-class="bbc-spoiler" data-xf-click="toggle-class" role="button" tabindex="0"> <i>If you can catch me</i>.</span> Her tongue curled out against his lips in a slow flutter up. Beckett was fast. Very fast – which is why she didn't give him another second to lock her in. She'd made it to the stairs in a blink, the white top pooling around her waist.<br/>
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Feverish.<br/>
Hot.<br/>
Sticky – a mess of entangled limbs and hard growls.<br/>
Soft.<br/>
Warm.<br/>
Wet – the steady calming rocking like waves ebbing back and forth against the canoe in the middle of nowhere.<br/>
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And teeth – big and sharp fangs that could crush through stone. Yet instead, Beck's sunk into her neck; smooth and easy like a hot knife through butter.<br/>
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She'd never tire, a greedy little minx who only begged for more. How steady was the black wooden frame of her four poster bed? Would the walls crumble, the ceiling come down on their heads into nothing but rubble with each thunderous roar Beckett gave, each moan that curled off her tongue? She was never shy under his gaze, comforted by each twist and pull of his fingers, the effortless feel of him in and out – turning her glossy and burnished with each continuous rubbing. Teasingly he would snake from under her bite, until she whimpered and begged; not allowing her a taste of him until he'd her right on the edge of euphoria. His climax always seemed to overshadow that of her own though and that was what made her completely dissolve.<br/>
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Her lips repeated his name, a shaky yes <i>yes</i> <b><i>yes</i></b> in between. Don't stop – she'd plead with her hands, entangled in mussed up dark strands that twisted and curled around her fingers. They never tired, and he a sick sadist wouldn't give in to her cries of mercy if she dared to sing them. She sang, she squealed, and gave one keening call of pleasure after the other. And she met each thrust, each stroke – the pearl. She'd bruise, easily, his hand marks from where he'd pinioned her wrists together another style of bracelets. Eve embraced the jolt in her stomach the final time just as she had the first, never tiring of the feeling. She raised her hips and Beckett read her easily, keeping her under him now. No matter how much it ached, she was a traitor to her own body.<br/>
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<i>Give it to me!</i><br/>
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Eve found his lips blindly, the taste of blood on his tongue. And when she did finally open her eyes, through lashes still wet with tears she would find Beckett's face. His arms would lock around her and with a look of furious triumph, in those moments . . . he could call her his and his alone.<br/>
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