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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 cocked a brow. She was tempted to rub into <i>his</i> face her proposal she had made months ago about employing a few vampire guards. Times had changed unfortunately. They weren't just responsible for the few vampires hiding out in secret, but now: those coming out of hiding, the many that decide to travel through their city and even more so . . . controlling a whole state. She bit her tongue though, knowing how much of an ego Beckett had . . Still, she did love to see him riled up.<br/>
"Oh, so <i>now</i> you want to employ the bloodthirsty cretins?" She grinned, taking a pen from his desk then to start circling names from the police report. If she kept her eyes down, not looking at him, it made it easier to ignore the buzzing energy between them. How long did it take to get over a broken heart? Fifty or so years just seemed so short now. <i>Maybe if you don't jump his bones every chance, he gives you.</i> Eve ignored the thought in her mind, focusing even harder on the paperwork. "If you like I can schedule a few prospective guards. God knows some of them need something to do." She huffed and motioned toward his paperwork. Her desk was clean and clear. Unless it was serious, Eve often dealt with everything herself, she'd been a bit pissed at Beck lately so she left him understaffed when ignoring him. She felt a bit bad now. "There’s no way we'll be able to get through all of this mess with just the two of us. And I see you've made quite the nice nest there behind your desk." She knew that comment would bug him and hopefully keep him in place before he shoved that 'I told you so' down her throat – Beckett wasn't shy about giving her more than she could chew.<br/>
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There was a time when Beckett, so she thought, enjoyed the pursuit before the kill. She missed that vampire who still had that burgeoning essence about him, a human developing into the undead was much more fascinating, obviously, then watching them go day after day on the trek to death. Beck was full of passion then, a raw sense of anger you could really only truly accomplish as a human. Feelings – those fueled by such strong workings required the act of having a heart. Even if it stopped beating. It seemed when Beck shed that about him, he too shed his feelings for her. Most of them at least.<br/>
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Eve's eyes lifted upward, and she was met with that hungry low gaze. <i>Eve I swear to God.</i><br/>
"I'll take care of their arrival and see to it they've been brought to you, if you decide you don't want to tend to it in person." Her voice shook at first, turning softer like putty worked between his hands. His gaze made her swallow what she wanted to say: how possible, no how certain she was that if he didn't handle it, Julius would himself. The old man loved any chance to flex his power at his age. That should've been her escape. She'd tap her pretty manicured nails against the papers until they were uniform and stuff them in the manilla folder. Then, turn on her heels and . . .<i>Spend hours starving for his touch on a bed that lately saw very little action. 'Eve, You've got to <b>get</b> it together if you expect to have anything to <b>keep</b> together.'<br/>
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"There have been no issues with Fangtasia since it has been opened, he can keep his opinions about my business to himself. . . Everything is up to date, no incidents and only Vitale being served. Nothing much he can complain about." </i>Eve kept to herself the details of her conversation with Julius, but it wasn't lost on her that he already knew of his arrival. These walls weren't very thick after all. If they could talk, they'd not be shy to tell of the many rooms they'd made love in . . . christening the home the moment the repairs had been mad. She was sure Beck had heard her call for Julius as he heard her terrors. There was a time when he comforted her through them, a coffin for two. She had it broke down and made into a dresser for her wardrobe, only as a means to remind and torture herself that maybe she was no woman made for love. Perhaps she was cursed the moment her mother left her on the doorstep of a man she had to call father, though he treated her more like a burden when even her fair skin didn't comfort him. And even James was a man of faults – the only good, the only consistency she had in her life was at the hands of Julius. And she would take his hand and follow him anywhere.<br/>
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But her maker was far from her mind. Eve's head lolled slightly to the side, her hand reaching up then to flip her hair over as well to expose the smooth line of her neck. It had been some time since she felt Beckett's chilling breath, his pillow soft lips kissing along her frame before they turned hard with a feral urgency to feed off her. His hands, touching her in places she swore no man would after losing James. She'd relinquished all sense of control with Beckett which had been scary, but it only proved more her love and trust for him. His stare penetrated her – hard. Eve shifted her weight onto the other heel, pressing her legs tighter at the thought of her wrists pinioned, her bangles and ring knocking furiously against the hard surface of his desk. <i>Really Eve?</i> Yes really. She'd offer herself to him with her arms out, his personal Prometheus to feed off when he so chose. Was it still pathetic if she was in love with him?<br/>
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Eve gave a breathy chuckle, ducking her head shyly. Though when she did look back up through those thick curled lashes, her voice had dropped into a matching lustful state. In all essence it was her <i>birthday,</i> and she deserved a treat.<br/>
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<i>"How long do we have until he is at the house?"</i><br/>
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"Long enough."<br/>
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