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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 wouldn't be forced out of his seat, though he didn't think anyone was willing to kick him out any time soon. He expected there would have been more resistance at the door. Maybe they were just waiting for him to act out. Vampires were still outsiders after all, no matter how much the Emergence served as a safe way to come out. Humans and vampires were incredibly different and there was no way to think that was not true. After all, just because they'd created another sustenance for vampires, didn't rid them of the reality that they were still inhuman; they were predators.<br/>
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His eyes were trained off the many faces, trying to find the brunette that Eve had sent a picture of. She'd done a little light snooping, followed up on some leads about how strange Ms. Broussard was. He didn't have any reason to question if Eve knew what she was talking about. Her feelings had always been right, and she truly did believe that Gianna had a powerful gift, one that might even go just beyond the ability to read minds. He was curious to the possibility of what she'd think when she got into his own head if she could. He'd be sure to keep his thoughts clean for now. No one liked to be used or played with. And while Julius didn't really have anything per say . . . malicious in plan for the young woman; getting what he wanted did require a bit of manipulation. And who was to say they couldn't enjoy themselves in the process. She was a gorgeous girl.<br/>
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She awakened an ache in his gums, causing a strange itching sensation behind his teeth but even strongly in his fangs upon her approaching him. She was friendly, her scent much sweeter than the others . . . not riddled terribly with the taste of a high fat diet or one too many cigarettes. Her voice chimed pleasantly against his ears, less nasally than most of the partitioners whose twang pushed dangerously close to nasally. Julius still had the inflected drawl of a New Orleans man where he and Eve had spent a good bulk of their lives after leaving Texas. Their plot of land had been cleared of the burned down home, but it still lived on in his and Caius name . . . well under a new set of owners every fifty or so years. At the time it was to protect their immortality . . .to leave less questions. And he'd promised that land to Eve and whoever she so chose to start a family with if that ever became an option.<br/>
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There was a time she seemed incredibly hopeful, which had made him keener on giving Beckett his position. That wasn't to say he wasn't fit for the job, but yes, Julius held a bit of resentment that made him judge the vampire much harder than needed. Even though Eve swore she was over the hurt. After working with someone for so long, he couldn't say if it was easy or not to get over such feelings. Still, she hadn't indicated she wanted him wiped from the earth yet and even if there would be uproar . . .Julius would follow through without even a second thought.<br/>
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<i>"Welcome to Merlotte's! My name is Gianna and I'll be taking care of ya today. What can I get you started with?"</i><br/>
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He offered her a small smile, ducking his head as though he'd any bashful bone in his body. He couldn't even draw up the blood to blush.<br/>
"Désolé, a bit lost in thought." She had a curious eye about him, her eyes flickering from the menu to his eyes and she lingered her gaze on him for much longer than he would typically consider comfortable, but he'd make the exception for her. She was reading him it seemed, but in a way that screams fascination . . .as though he'd stepped straight out of Dracula – the dramatic cape and all.<br/>
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<i>"If it helps, we serve Vitale here. Whatever blood type you like."</i><br/>
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"How does that work hm? Fresh from the tap, foamy like a good beer or maybe in a sexy wine glass. I guess this doesn't really seem like that kind of place . . . wine glasses I mean." Though Gianna was far from tempting in her mussed and dirtied apron, he wouldn't ignore she'd a radiant energy. Lust – it came easy for him, much more now in his older years. He spent his youth as a vampire too concerned with blood and maintaining territories. He'd hated the ideas of plantations and slavery, but owning land was what Caius had tempted him with when they moved South. Julius cocked his head a little to the side, leaning back in his seat. He pushed the menu toward her, indicating he had no need for it of course. "I guess I'll give it a taste. First time." Julius didn't think himself above the rules . . . hunting had not been necessary for him when his victims were so willing. Yet, be wrong of him to push a law he didn't at least participate in. "You've convinced me on looks alone."<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>Sheriff Townsend and Eve weren't exactly enemies, but they'd both ruffled each other's feathers too much for her to offer him a shred of decency — behind his back at least. She was still a lady after all and she: grown up to respect authority. She just didn't really have much patience for assholes. Mark Townsend had roots so deep in Bon Temps that it was suggested if his house went up in a hurricane, all of Louisiana would come with it. She knew how much he was revered , as his father had been and his father's father — so on and so forth. For the most part he had done his job and well, but she felt in the beginnings of their stay that he was much too quick to accuse them guilty of every little crime in the town that just barely scratched the surface of inhumane; a dumpster set afire, missing children and a fleet of cold cases. It wasn't to say that there weren't bad vampires out there, there were plenty and they were enjoying their sense of newfound freedom. But she knew all too well what it was like to be judged just based on what you were born of and who you were. <br/>
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That said, she'd chewed him out plenty of times over the phone when she was past starving, but ravenous and since then he'd been much too scared (at least that's what she thought) to face her again. Either he had one of his officers drive during the day when there was no chance of them meeting to toss a file in their mailbox. Or on occasion he'd send some sad rookie in the middle of the night — those were usually urgent cases and it seemed that what was going on, on Todd St. was becoming crampingly urgent. <br/>
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That said, she was a bit on edge having read the latest file that came in with his snarky little note indicating they look into this soon or there would be a problem. So, she was a bit distracted upon entering to notice Beckett's comment before it seemed just too awkward to roll around back to as he moved on to the topic at hand. She fought the urge to grin stupidly. <br/>
"Thank you," instead softly uttered as she stepped closer to his desk. She tucked her wild curls behind her ears and cleared her throat, drawing back into a much more professional sense of mind.<br/>
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The sound of her heels was dulled against the ornate dark red carpet until she stood in front of the wide dark cherry desk, littered with papers alike. The brief softness his expression held as he took in her figure had reverted back to the hooded scowl of annoyance. She chewed thoughtfully on her bottom lip. It had been Eve to suggest allowing them a warning with the first incident to Beck's dismay. She was just glad that he wasn't throwing that in her face, though there was still time for a swig 'I told you so'. It wasn't like she was against violence. She'd been involved in quite a bit of revolutions herself — and angered by her assault which she suffered terribly those first two years . . . Eve played vigilante for many women. Her hands were far from clean of blood, but she had settled over the last twenty years at least. Beckett had been the change for that — but maybe it was that wild and reckless woman, independent and unsure if settling at the time that had caught his attention. <br/>
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"I took a look at the registry. There were just two of them when they first arrived but the police report indicates at least 4 — they've broken at least 3 sanctions." Even if she wanted to offer them any sense of leniency, it would send the wrong message and would be unacceptable. "Julius is in town. He'll be arriving tonight." She knew how Beckett felt about Julius being around. Fortunately, he hadn't been here during the messy end to their affair, but it hadn't kept her from confessing it to him like a heartbroken little girl. So, she wasn't sure what his attitude would be like. But he was handsoff for the most part . . . he just voiced his opinion more than she was sure Beck enjoyed. Eve had a hard time taking sides sometimes. <br/>
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Eve had already got the text he was here. She wondered if he was already off to spy on Broussard. "He won't be happy to learn they've been let off for this long. They didn't listen the first time, perhaps a show of the consequences is for the best." She leaned against the desk, her hands splayed across. The bangles danced down lower. The ring she bore was a sign of her connection to Julius — a thin gold band with tiny blue jewels that surrounded the family crest. <br/>
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"I'm sure he'll also be curious about Fangtasia and how that's running." Julius initially was hesitant to open the bar, thinking it a bit too bold. It was the one thing she was actually against, there were so few places that tolerated their kind let alone serve them. She thought itd been a good idea.<br/>
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