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The rain had stopped, but the smell lingered in the air. It was a crisp and cool dark night with the bright white moon high above their heads, a personal spotlight that seemed to follow the couple along their teak toward the bus. The blonde lingered behind him like a personal poodle trotting after the couple. There was no other way to describe them, though Stefan knew that Brielle was just a fan. Was he just starving for a taste of her and that's why he felt that spark? He wasn't sure. But, if he was going to ink his fangs into the pretty porcelain neck of hers, he'd need to make sure he did so calmly. Getting a taste of the blonde would be almost like a palate cleanser, allowing him to really focus on the sweet taste he knew he could get out of Brielle and he suspected she wouldn't put up a fight either. Though, the more he thought about the pure bliss he was sure to experience with drinking from Brielle, the less appetizing the blonde appeared. All in due time of course.<br/>
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He cracked a small grin as Jada managed to meet their quickened strides, the heels of her boots clicking with each step as she leaned in close to Brielle. She whispered as though he couldn't hear and while he had a perfect idea of the conversation shared between friends, he wouldn't step in. It stroked his ego pleasantly to hear the way the women spoke about him, how Brielle looked at him from the corner of her eyes before a blush formed on her cheeks – she was doing a good job in his opinion of keeping her cool.<br/>
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They were the last to enter the bus and Stefan decided to let Brielle enter before him. It felt right, like a King who had enough sense to know that his bride, his Queen, should always come before him. He tugged on her hand and brought her closer to him. Steam could see the blonde peeking her head around the entryway before she was encouraged back on the bus. Suddenly Brielle's opinion meant everything to him, like he'd cross through hell if she asked him to.<br/>
"What do you suppose I do with her?" He stroked his hand up her arm before lifting toward her face. Stefan's thumb played against her bottom lip before dipping to grip her chin.<br/>
"Stefan!" Alisha sang from the bus. He clicked his tongue, hissing in anger at the woman behind him who only stomped away. Stefan was definitely no threat to her after all this time being together. "Should we leave her here, be nice and take her home . . .or would it please you to watch me rip into her neck? I have a feeling you don't find her much of a threat. As you shouldn't."<br/>
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Either way, there was a party waiting for them, drinks, and more music with entertaining people. Truly, he just had the urge to get home and bring Brielle back to his room.<br/>
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