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It should have been disturbing. It should have been alarming. It should have been grotesque in Brielle's eyes, but somehow, in the middle of all that bloody carnage, Brielle found beauty in it. It was almost poetic, really, watching Amber struggle against Stefan's death grip, only to ultimately succumb to her fate and to him. Stefan seemed to be in his element, just as much as he was when he threw his electrifying shows in the most grandiose stages. Brielle wanted that sense of freedom for him, where the creatures of the night didn't have to be in hiding, and he could bare his razor-edged fangs to all those lesser than him. And she wanted to be a part of that journey and just to be that balance for him, just as she saw tranquility in his eyes when she touched his face.<br/>
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There was almost a tinge of jealousy in Brielle for a quick, fleeting second, where she imagined herself in Amber's position. What did it feel like to be under Stefan's fangs? Would he ravage through her neck the same way he tore through Amber's? Would it be more sensual with hypnotizing seduction like the movies liked to play up? Or what if he found her blood to be sour and refused to take a bite out of her supple neck? The last option had Brielle fearing the possibility. She could swear that it would make her heart plummet down to her stomach if Stefan couldn't stand the taste of the scent of her crimson blood.<br/>
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However, at the time, she watched Amber slowly fade. The commotion that came with it did not go unheard by the rest of his bandmates, and Alisha was quick to barge in to find Amber clinging onto Stefan by a thread. Everything happened too quickly, but Brielle always looked at Stefan proudly and curiously. She wanted to see more. Learn more. To be with Stefan and let chaos brew between them. However, others panicked and hastily worked to get Amber's bloody, barely breathing body out of the bus and settled onto the porch. Stefan had to take up this task as they were on a time restraint, needing to swiftly move the tour bus out of mind and out of sight. And while he was gone, Alisha took advantage of the moment to lash out at Brielle.<br/>
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Brielle's body turned to face Alisha, fear nonexistent in her eyes or body posture. Of course, Brielle knew she was not human and could perhaps snap her neck right where she stood, but Brielle, for some odd reason, felt untouchable. Even without Stefan currently there, his fascination for her made her feel protected. As if there was this unspoken rule that Brielle was <i>not</i> to be tampered with unless it was by him only. "What was what? It's not like you didn't know that was going to happen", Brielle snapped back at Alisha. And it wasn't just Stefan's claim on her that made her feel protected, but her hands sizzled with an odd sensation. They were clasped together in front of her, and there was a building heat between her enterlaced fingers. It felt...powerful.<br/>
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"What is he supposed to do? Remain as a caged animal? He's a natural-born predator and should act out on his instincts. Let him be. If he wants to bleed the bitch dry, he should. Amber wanted him, so let him naturally feed at the stupid, naive girl that threw herself onto a predator. At least she's alive." Alisha's eyes locked with Brielle's sharp, emerald spheres, both women standing their ground.<br/>
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It coaxed out a dormant part of Brielle that wanted to make her lash out at Alisha. She had this sense of feeling of her trying to keep distance between herself and Stefan, and it began to boil Brielle's blood with agitation. She wasn't fond of the notion of others questioning their actions. At that moment, there was something purely seductive that if no one interrupted them, Brielle's body would have likely been slipping against Stefan's bare one with the blood of Amber tainting their skin. Yet, there they were, waiting for Stefan's return while Alisha attempted to berate her as if she was some child that needed a stern talking to.<br/>
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"Too bad Stefan knows where she lives now", a cruel smirk began to form along Brielle's lips. Her best friend, Jada, who was still present on the bus with them, looked at Brielle as if she were a different woman. She wasn't familiar with this darkness that wrapped around Brielle like an aura. Or the sick fascination that her eyes twinkled with from the idea of a vampire killing a human before her eyes. Yet, Jada remained meek and seated in her place as the unrecognizable person that was combative against another vampire left her feeling uncomfortable.<br/>
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