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Everything about the man screamed danger. His eyes, the barely contained prowess of his body, the lack of color in his skin. She should have ducked her head in acknowledgement of his request and dipped off to get his Vitale, but... There was something more to the man, something underneath the surface. And for the first time in her life, she could not plainly hear it voice out in his head. Normally, people's words were followed by thoughts that contradicted what they said. An out loud compliment was quickly followed with internal distaste - "I love your shirt!" <i>That's an ugly fuckin' shirt. </i>Instead, radio silence greeted her on Julius' side and she felt herself staring at him, for far too long for the man's liking, she was sure. When he quizzed her on the means of serving Vitale, she laughed at his comment about wine glasses. <br/>
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"Well, we've got 'em. But rarely ever have the company that requests them, so unfortunately if you chose the wine glass, your Vitale would be served with a side of dust." Gianna laughed, her pleasant demeanor bright and kind, her thoughts and otherwise her disposition matching with a genuine air of purity. And when he admitted that it was his first time trying Vitale, she cocked her head to the side in quiet curiosity rather than fear that he'd just admitted than he fed from humans alone. <br/>
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"Oh yeah? I've read online that other vampires hate it. Say it tastes bad, so don't go blamin' Mr. Sam Merlotte if it's nasty." Gianna giggled, though he ended his request with a compliment about her - about her looks - and unlike himself, a bright blush rose to her cheeks. <br/>
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"I-I'll get right on that for you. Body temperature, of course." Gianna said, smiling as she looked up at him through her lashes before she tucked her unused notepad into the pocket of her apron and spun on her toes, moving back towards the bar. It seemed that Cat had busied herself with the other tables as the pre-football game crowd began to fill in and she was grateful for it. At times, things could get a little overwhelming at Merlotte's since they were the only establishment in town worth a damn. <br/>
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As Gianna began busying herself behind the bar, she pulled a bottle of Vitale out of a box underneath the counter. She gave it a curious look over before she twisted the black lid off of the glass bottle and placed it in the microwave. After a minute, she opened the microwave and retrieved it, quickly dropping a food thermometer into the bottle. It was much too hot, but it didn't take long to let the bottle sit and cool down to the perfect temperature of 98.6. Hell, she knew nothing about blood consumption, so she'd decided on a bottle of O Negative blood. For some reason, to her it seemed like the tastiest choice, but then again that was on her speculation as well.<br/>
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"What the hell are you doin' with that, Gia?" Sam's voice suddenly cut through the air, curious and a bit concerned, and Gianna turned to see Sam walking back behind the bar, likely to double as the bartender for the night. <br/>
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"We've got our first vampire Sam, isn't that exciting?! And guess what else. I can't hear his thoughts - not a single peep!" Gianna said enthusiastically, grinning at Sam as she held the bottle of now perfect Vitale and Sam looked from her, to the man who'd entered the bar. <br/>
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"Listen, you need to be careful with that man. I get you're excited, but... he could seriously hurt you, Gianna. Worse than hurt you." Sam said quietly, lowering his voice as if that would keep his words out of Julius' hypersensitive ears, and Gianna chuckled, patting his shoulder as she walked by. <br/>
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"Oh, I'll be fine, Sam. You worry too much." She winked as she breezed past, returning to Julius' table to place the drink in front of him on a small coaster. <br/>
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"There you have it, one bottle of O Neg Vitale warmed up to 98.6 degrees! Enjoy... I think? Is there anything else I can get you?" Gianna asked, stalling for time before she had to move on to the next table. <br/>
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Oh, she was<i> delicious</i>. At first, the murderess had looked at him with curious wariness, her eyes following his moves, trying to detect if he was a threat. Then, the look in her eyes morphed to something more - admiration. He'd expected her to throw a million questions his way - Who are you? What are you doing here? Are you going to kill me? Instead, she regained some of her confidence and leaned forward slightly in her chair, peering up at him with such tantalizing eyes. Then, the little minx had asked him to keep her company. Certainly, the humans laying scattered around had not done the job in chasing her lonliness away. He could relate. He could always relate. He was The First, The Great Evil. He'd been alone for so, so many centuries - the only creature he knew with such a vicious appetite. Though as he stopped behind her chair, peering down at her as his eyes flickered between her own and the cleavage exposed, a smirk curled his wicked lips. <br/>
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"Company, hmm? I could use company." Godric purred. He wondered how old she was in vampire terms, if she was old enough to know his name. Surely, as soon as he spoke it aloud, her eyes would convey either unrecognition or awe, and then he'd know. <br/>
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"My name is Godric. I am on my way to Bon Temps in search of a... particular person. Food, yes, but so much more. What if I told you that I could offer you The Sun?" He smiled, his fangs exposed as he leaned down, whispering into her ear as his lips brushed against her ear. <br/>
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"What if I could offer you the world, both day and night? Would you come with me, darling?" He cooed, as if he were a kind man. As if he were a lover speaking sweet nothings into her ear. Yet even as he leaned so close, his nose grazing her throat, he felt no need to attack or kill her. Rather, he felt the need to keep her close, even if she were to deny him. <br/>
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"What is your name?" he asked then, straightening to move and sit in a chair at her side, eyes watching her with dark, cunning contemplation. <br/>
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