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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">As Cat swaggered into Merlotte's, late as usual, Gianna herself had to force the smirk threatening her lips away before Sam caught whiff of it. He was a great man, who was understanding and kind in many ways, but he'd always put a little bit of pressure on Catherine when the situation called for it, mostly because he truly did care about them - he treated them all like family. It was a relief seeing Cat walk through the door, taking up some of the business as residents of Bon Temps began pouring in to their favorite local joint. However, when the bell above the door dinged again, signifying the entrance of another customer, Gianna was acutely aware that she'd heard Cat's smooth, sing song voice greet the customer, but she did not hear any new thoughts to follow. Acutely aware yes, but aware enough that she glanced up in curiosity. <br/>
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And then she saw <i>him</i>. <br/>
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He was... beautiful. Dark hair with the slightest of curls adorned his head, his height towering over many of those found in Sam Merlotte's establishment. He had an air of stoicism about him, eyes scanning the crowd within as if searching for something. There was also an air of danger that seemed to surround him, his pale skin and the natural instinct to run giving his species away almost immediately. But what intrigued Gianna the most is that his thoughts never once penetrated her own mind. Cat's voice floated to her ears then, jerking her out of her mind. Striding across the room to Cat, the woman pointed out the stranger who had just entered, her voice holding an undertone of harsh speculation. Catherine was a good woman and a good friend, but it was no secret she had a disdain for the "fangers" as most Southerners called them. Her hatred was not sharp and deep like most, but Gianna knew she'd avoid the creatures if she could. And they certainly terrified Cat, as they should. <br/>
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"It's gotta be. I mean, look at the brooding look on his face and how pale his skin is... Wanna know what's even weirder? I can't hear his thoughts. Not a single thing. It's kind of refreshing actually... Don't worry about it, I'll take care of him." Gianna chattered with Cat, another of the only three people living in her life who knew the rumors about her gift was true. Readjusting her apron, she cleared her throat and shot Cat a cautious look before she strode across the room, coming to a stop beside Juluis' table. <br/>
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"Welcome to Merlotte's! My name is Gianna and I'll be taking care of ya today. What can I get you started with?" Gianna asked, giving the man a sweet, innocent smile. She seemed to contemplate then, clearing her throat once more as she leaned closer toward Julius. <br/>
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"If it helps, we serve Vitale here. Whatever blood type ya like." Gianna gave him a playful wink, as if his species was a secret, but it was clear to tell that everyone within the establishment knew what he was. </span><br/>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Louisiana. A fucking cesspool of rednecks, God-fearing idiots, and crackheads in his opinion. Then again, Godric's opinion of everything was harsh and unforgiving. He'd been travelling for what felt like forever, only to find that the whereabouts of Gianna Broussard was fucking Bon Temps, Louisiana. Disgusting. Still, the need to locate her was desperate and quite frankly, he'd have travelled to Hell to find her. For most of the journey, he had travelled by car, compelling humans into driving him wherever he saw fit, only to slaughter them once he'd met his destination. Now, he was moving by foot, walking along the side of the road as he investigated his whereabouts during his travels. <br/>
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He'd been on the outskirts of County Road 11 when he'd smelled it. <br/>
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The metallic, sickeningly sweet scent of blood drifted to his nostrils - a lot of it. Then, he'd heard the screams. A wicked smile had adorned his face before he'd shot off towards the direction the disturbance came from, moving so quickly that his form seemed to blur. As the eldest vampire alive, he was stronger, faster, more keen of sense. It didn't take him long to suddenly appear next to a blazing bonfire. His eyes scanned his surroundings, human bodies laying everywhere with their throats ripped out, their mouths agape with their dying scream, and their dull, dead eyes staring off into nothingness, vacant and beautifully dead. A few of them had limbs missing, as if the creature responsible had been too rough with their fragile forms, too caught up in the delight of the bloodlust to care. This was a vampire's work, a vampire after his own heart. Gianna Broussard was only 40 minutes away. She could wait for this. <br/>
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And then his eyes found her, the most beautiful, astonishing creature he'd ever seen. She'd already cleaned her self of the blood from what he could tell, which was a pity. He'd have killed to see the blood dripping from her plush lips, down her chin, staining the swell of her breasts beautifully as the blood dripped down on them. Yet instead, she was fresh and poised, her raven hair and striking eyes stirring an arousal in him he didn't know he had. <br/>
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"Magnificent." His voice purred, dark and sinister, thick with an undetectable, long lost accent. "Absolutely stunning." The creature had lounged herself on one of the dead party goer's chairs, cracking one of their beers open as she leisurley took a sip. She was young, just a baby in terms of vampiric age, but deliciously wicked nonetheless. <br/>
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"What is a creature like you doing out here all alone, hmm?" Godric asked, moving to circle her chair as his dark eyes cast downward upon her, soaking the sight of her in. It would be easy for Bowie to feel the power radiating from him, the ancient waves of suffocating dominance and prowess. Yet even as he looked at her, he knew they were kindred spirits. He wondered vaguely what she would look like completely nude, drenched in the blood of the humans they fed from as he fucked her into oblivion. </span><br/>
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