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The soft sounds of the woods around her were calming. They let her relax as she leaned back in the chair and finished up her first beer. When she was finished she tossed the bottle off to the side where the teens had seemed to be keeping theirs. She ran her tongue slowly a crossed her teeth enjoying the lingering taste of their crimson liquid. She could never understand how there were people who preferred the synthetic trash over the real deal. She had done her best trying to enjoy what was offered to help vampires refrain from what they were naturally born to do. She just couldn't help the hunger that whispered sweet nothings to her. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She stood up and walked back into the woods and found her duffel bag. Dragging it back to the campsite she pulled out everything she needed to clean up. When the blood was wiped from her body and new clothing adorned her body she sat back down. She stretched her legs out in front of her and a little closer to the fire. Bon Temps wasn't too far from where she was, but even after feeding she could feel a little exhaustion weighing over her. She had done a lot that day. She knew when she wanted to sleep she would have to find somewhere with coverage. Hopefully there would be somewhere willing to put her up for the night.<br/>
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She grabbed another beer and debated about what her next move would be. She wasn't worried about cleaning up her mess. Some poor human would come a crossed her massacre and they would clean that up for her. Bowie knew she should feel a little bad that she ruined seven families lives, but something about the thought brought a smirk to her face. The world was empty and boring without chaos. She was just reminding humans that they should be a little less careless when they are out and about in the dark.<br/>
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How fun it was to play the boogeyman in the nightmares of these sad little humans.<br/>
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Lowering the beer from her lips she looked up to notice a man standing near the bonfire. She shifted to sit up a little in her seat. She let her eyes roam over his form as he seem to be taking in the things that were around him. The bodies haphazardly tossed to the side. <i>Like trash </i>she thought to herself as she looked at her handywork. When she pulled her hazel orbs away from her work and looked back to the man he was staring right back. They way he looked at her made her feel flustered. Her stomach seemed to flutter and she instantly felt some sort of spark with this stranger. She could see the wild look in his dark eyes.<br/>
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The chill that ran along her spine when he spoke was almost like nothing she had ever felt before. Bowie for a moment was at a loss for words. There was strength about him. A vampire of course. She knew she should be worried because she had broken a law, but the way he spoke he seemed impressed not angry that she had broken the biggest rule in the books. When he moved closer though the power that rolled off of him spoke of age and wisdom. He was not like most vampires that she had been around before. The dominance in his eyes pulled at her submissive side and mentally she was begging for him to show her exactly what all that dominance could do to and with her. <i>All alone</i> echoed in her head. She couldn't remember a moment where she hadn't been alone.<br/>
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She peered up at him through thick, dark eyelashes. " I was feeling a little lonely and hungry," she tilted her head to the side a little. "They didn't want to play nice," she glanced back at her meal. "So now I'm just lonely." Running her tongue over her teeth for a moment she looked back at him. "Keep me company?" she purred to him.<br/>
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