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Vampires were known to hone flawless beauty. From their porcelain-like skin to the chiseled structure of their facial features as if the most skilled sculpture etched them, Brielle couldn't deny that Stefan was the most beautiful creature her emerald gems had ever laid eyes on. The slightest speckle of silver in her green orbs glimmered at the sight of the vampire. He was near perfect, yes, but her observant eyes took note of his kissable, thin lips raised just enough to show interest in her. How his pupils zoned in on her with curiosity. The pointed structure of his nose seemed so cute to Brielle. It was the smallest detail she paid attention to.<br/>
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Stefan's lips felt like poetry on her skin. Tingles struck underneath her flesh and zipped through her veins, forcing blood to rush through every inch of her body until her pale skin flushed with some color at her cheeks. Her name spilled from his tongue like liquid gold, and each letter spun and threaded around her, coaxing her into a world ruled by his hypnotic voice. She's heard this before. Not her name being called by someone, but she's heard this exact voice, in this exact serene tone, say her name. This would have been impossible because it would have meant that Stefan himself had met her and verbalized her name before, but they never met. So why was she suddenly getting this sense of deja-vu?<br/>
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Brielle's soft grasp around his hand remained as she didn't dare to relinquish her hold on him. It felt...surreal in a sense. Her smaller hand felt in his like a missing puzzle piece, and suddenly they found a match. A <i>perfect </i>match. Even when a charming smile lined along his lips, showing off razor-edged fangs, it did not deter Brielle away. Instead, it encouraged a pleasant smile to etch along hers. Brielle was almost drawn to him, refraining from stepping closer and closing the distance between them that was growing to become a nuisance to them. "Is that so", Briella breathed out after he declared he liked to get to know her better. However, she couldn't disagree that it would be challenging to learn about the other with the rambunctious crowd of his adoring fan girls surrounding them.<br/>
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"I suppose we can join you and the band. So long as my friend and I don't leave too lightheaded", she quipped with the lead singer. Brielle didn't have to elaborate precisely what she meant by that, but her jested tone would insinuate that perhaps she wouldn't exactly mind donating some ounces to Stefan <i>only. </i><br/>
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"Or dead", Jada bluntly blurted out from behind Brielle, who wanted to make it evidently clear that she wanted to leave the bus the same way she got into it. With her heart still beating and intact. "Other than that, we'd be more than happy to ramp up your welcome home party! You won't regret having us as guests!" Jada's attitude changed to a more jubilant one where she was already more than eager to join the band. Brielle only confirmed Jada's willingness with a small squeeze to Stefan's hand that still held onto his. As icy as his touch was, there was a sense of protection in there that made her feel right. It felt like...home, oddly enough.<br/>
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"Um, wait! Excuse me! You can't just ignore us", a random girl suddenly expressed her disapproval with a fiery tone and an ugly attitude. The screeching, high pitched voice shattered their trance like world like a hammer to a mirror. Brielle's orbs found a blonde suffocating in a tight, bodycon dress, no doubt put on to show off all the curves she had to offer to Stefan. Her pouty lips and furrowed brows did not approve of the special treatment she was showing Brielle and her friend. She stomped her five-inch heels over towards Stefan and blatantly and forcefully squeezed herself in between Brielle and Stefan, finally ripping their hands away. "I think you should give me a chance instead. What do you think, Stefy", the blonde batted her long lashes at the singer.<br/>
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