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Stefan's eyes flashed toward her friend once more. Honestly every second he wasn't looking at Brielle felt like an eternity and there was a deep longing he suffered as though all this time where he didn't know of her existence had been a burden, he was only made aware of now. His grin grew wider, his tongue swiping quickly over his fangs as though taunting the human. He enjoyed the blush to her cheeks and how she seemed to stand straighter, paralyzed mildly by fear as if the vampire would go for her throat right this second.<br/>
"No one will end up dead, or <i>too</i> lightheaded. I can promise that." Not being able to sink his fangs into Brielle seemed impossible. Though he wasn't entirely sure if she would allow him to go that far. Still, Stefan was using none of his actual charm on her. He hadn't needed to coerce the woman to be comfortable in his presence. Even the sight of his fangs didn't alarm her or fill her with anxieties. It was too soon to tell for sure, but there was little doubt in his mind that she was just as comfortable with him as he was with her. Like two old lovers that'd bumped into each other in the most random place after all these years.<br/>
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His lips closed and turned downward in the corners at the hissing that interrupted the <i>uninterrupted</i> staring session he and Brielle had. Stefan hadn't realized how close he was to her until the bimbo had stepped between them. His eyes flashed with fury in the moment as his hand came slapping against the side of his thigh, dejected when their connection was split. It wasn't completely lost on him that with being a star came a level of responsibility to his fans, whether they cared for his music or not. He could tell by the blonde that she had more interest in <i>him</i> rather than his music. His eyes flickered toward Brielle and back toward the woman. Stefan brought his hand up to the back of her neck which had finally got her shrieking to stop. She turned to look over her shoulder as though to gloat at Brielle but was stopped by Stefan's firm grip. His fingers knotted in her hair, and his mouth pulled much further back to fully show the extent in size – the fangs poked higher on his gums than his regular teeth, thick and almost tusk-like when you saw them entirely.<br/>
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The woman was stone in his grip, but she hadn't moved an inch.<br/>
"There's always room for more. But promise you'll be on your best behavior."<br/>
"Stefan," Alisha warned. She knew that look he had. "She won't be allowed to stay."<br/>
"We'll drop her off on the way." The woman was hypnotized it seemed, now staring at him adoringly and grinning madly while his fingers stroked through her hair. Though his sensuous eye contact fell on Brielle. "Don't worry, we'll drop her off along the way. There's no harm in a snack." Perhaps it was a test. Would Brielle stick around? Or would she do her darndest to make sure the vampire was sated to keep from taking a bite out of her. He released his hold on the woman and instructed her in a whisper for her ears only to follow the others. His hand extended outward for Brielle's again, hoping she would still come with.<br/>
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