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It hadn’t been easy, but Cyrus had managed to finally silence the abrasive voices that scratched against the inside of his head from the women's surroundings. Their excitement, though, did invigorate him and like blood it got a rush out of him. Cyrus hated to admit it but the attention they got did something to him that created an aura of power around him. It only seemed to further prove the divisive and distinct differences that put them at the top of the food chain. However, that pyramid seemed to teeter from the response he got from the female.<br/>
“Rhiannon,” Leyla chided with a stern look before smiling back in his direction. Cyrus smiled back, causing a surge of blushing red to form along her cheeks. He swallowed thickly as he heard how hard her heart was beating in that moment. His focus was turned back to Rhiannon though, who’s blood smelled much more sweeter. So much so that it managed to overtake the smell of liquor and musk between the drunk young adults dancing against one another. Cyrus was just glad that he had gotten her name without having to prove how he knew it beforehand. Leyla and her friend hadn’t really been the quietest and not just about him, but about what made Rhiannon so special for him to approach her.<br/>
He smirked, reaching up to brush his hand along the soft dark hairs of his beard. “Funny, I am actually a senior, my days of attending orientation are long over with.” This would actually be his last year attending school. They’d lived in twin Peaks long enough that they were well known and If they planned to stay, he didn’t have any intentions of pretending he was a thirty year old taking another semester. They’d have to build normal lives eventually or leave.<br/>
<i><b>Jesus Rhiannon, you’re not even trying.</b></i><br/>
Cyrus resisted tossing a dirty look in her direction. He tried to continue on with the conversation but he knew he’d not properly get a word in with Rhiannon with these girls around. Besides, getting her alone would help him feel her out more. It was easier not to think of humans as food when you considered they had families, people who cared about them- undoubtedly she had parents who loved her dearly and hated her. Had moved far away. He tried to appear casual, his hands shrugged into his pockets. He turned to cut off Marissa from view and looked down at Rhiannon.<br/>
“Why don’t I freshen up your drink? Something a bit more . . .upscale than a bunch of cheap vodka and whatever else was dumped in that punch bowl."
	

	
	
		
		



		
		
	


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Tatum noted the slight bit of annoyance in Alice’s voice. She had caught on quite quickly to his wandering eye. He ducked his head, embarrassed before his ember gaze stared up at the redhead. He’d been caught. It wasn’t as though he had been as secretive with it. It was very well known. That he and Sadie had once upon a time had a thing for one another. Though Tate was still new to his life as a vampire and his lust for life, women and blood had expanded tenfold. Being committed to Sadie was hard and once she broke up with him, she made it quite clear there. Was no chance in hell of them getting back together. Alice had helped him through this and he found that he had some affection for her as well. Though, it was much too complicated considering he couldn’t get Sadie off of his mind. It made quite a bit of tension in the home on occasion.<br/>
“Oh come on now Alice, I’m here talking to you aren’t I?” He kept his eye on the woman, shoving his hands into his pockets then. “Of course I want to know. The last thing I want is for this party to be ruined because of some bloody newborns.” That had been what they determined to be the reason behind the murders. By their account maybe one or two that had struggled through the area. With luck, they wouldn’t stick around for long and maybe their terrors had come to an end and they finally would leave the town altogether.</div></div></div></div></div></span>