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Of course Bowie released how stupid she could be by agreeing to go with this strange vampire. She could be walking right into a death trap, but the way he looked at her sent a shiver down her spine and made her want to follow him to the ends of this godforsaken planet. She had been alone for far too long in mortality and now in immortality and she was sick of it. She wanted to be adored by someone and lusted after. When she stood to move closer to him it was not only a moment to feel him under her own hands, but to let him know that she had her own aggressiveness and power. It may not match his, but she wanted him to know that she could handle herself just fine. The attraction to Godric was strong and the tingle that she felt when he looked at her shot down to her core. Hazel eyes locked on his face as she watched the way his eyes roamed her exposed skin. A little minx in her own way, ready to play when he gave the green flag. One of her hands sliding up a little further up his leg as she gave him her name. A tiny smirk tugged at the corners of her lips as she watched his gaze drop from her face to her breast ready to spill from her shirt at any moment. <br/>
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When he spoke her name it sounded as thick and as sweet as honey roll from his tongue. She wanted to lap it up from his own tongue. She wanted to taste the sweetness that came when he spoke just her name. Her name was simple, named after her mother's favorite singer. She had never left her free spirit behind even after it experienced a break when someone took her at her most vulnerable and changed her into this beast.  She relished in being a flower child. The one thing that was also her parents that she could take with her. There was just something so exciting about being free and being able to go where she pleased. The world had changed a lot since her transformation and there were times when she wished she was still deep in the seventies. But here she was staring down this delish creature that she was thanking her creator for this lovely moment. The first and only time she would ever thank him. <br/>
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Her head cocked to the side when he mentioned Bon Temps. She had heard of it because of the mentions of Fangtasia, but she had never been. She shook her head no as a shiver worked its way down her body from the lightest of his touch. She wondered how surprised he would be to find that small metal bars were slipped through each nipple. Her nails dug into his thighs as the excitement built in her. "Their club has been buzzing through the undergrounds. Everyone wants to go," she told him as she ran her tongue over her top lip. How badly she wanted him to take her there in the woods. She wanted to feel his fangs dip into her pale skin, but she knew that they had things to do. At least that's what it seemed by his question.<br/>
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When it was time to go she made she to grab up her things. She was happy to know that she had been on the right path to Bon Temps as they traveled. She was even happier to see they weren't too far away. Her late night snack had been too much on her and she was tired. She knew if it was further that she would most likely not be able to make it. Bowie enjoyed watching Godric work and something about it sparked that lustful need for him. The house he had chosen for him had been stunning and easy to acquire. When the original owner was compelled to let them in, Bowie's boots hit the hardwood floor and a mischievous look lingered in her eyes. It was large and she was sure not many people would miss Gerald. Even if they did Bowie didn't much care. She was just happy to be settled in a real home for a little longer than just a single night. Glancing around there would need to be some adjustments for when the sun threatened the horizon. It wouldn't be too hard to take care of, at least it would be temporary until they could have their coffins. Bowie couldn't remember the last time she slept in a coffin. Most of the time she would hide away in a room with everything sealed up and buried deep under blankets. <br/>
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Bowie let Godric handle Gerald however he saw fit. She was stuffed from those lovely teenagers. Bowie didn't have much to bring with her. Some clothes and shoes buried in her duffel with other basic needs. She was curious what the shops around Bon Temps would be like because it would be nice to get some new digs. Bowie explored the house while Godric handled Gerald's body. She looked at the owner's family photos before scooping them up and dumping them in the trash. They weren't needed in a home that no longer belonged to him. When she was finished with that she worked her way back into the living room. She closed up the windows and drew the curtains tightly. <br/>
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She perked when she heard her name being called. Turning to look back at Godric as he stepped into the living room. She smiled over at him, "Yes love," she cooed to him. She had plenty of questions for the man she decided to pair up with. She just wasn't sure when it would be appropriate to ask him. Her curiosity had been sparked the moment he had stepped out of the woods. The power that reeked off of him came with age and she wondered just how old this vampire truly was. She was a baby next to most others that came a crossed her path. It seemed rare for their to be so many young vampires moving about. Most of them would be under the wing of their creator, but she didn't have that. He used her for sex and a meal. Then he left her when he decided she'd make a better vampire than human. <br/>
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Godric simply beckoned for her and she answered. She watched as his large form sunk down onto the couch before she decided to crawl into his lap. She wanted to be close to him, as close as she could be. She ran her hand a crossed her chest before nuzzling her face against his neck. Her lips brushing his skin ever so softly. "What do you want to talk about?" she purred against his skin. <br/>
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