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If Brielle ever had moments like these in the past, she couldn't remember them much. A concert hall was full of euphoria and life as people's eyes glimmered with glee when the band, On The Bright Side, surmounted everyone's souls with their aggressively harmonic, energetic performances and often insightful lyrics. They gardened every once attention there was to be taken and held them captive with their compelling music that spoke to everyone like sirens to pirates. However, the band called to Brielle in a way that was different from everyone else. It felt foreign to her, yet it didn't at the same time. And for some odd reason, Brielle felt compelled toward one specific band member. Stefan. She never met him personally, but she felt as if she knew him at a genuine level. When he sang like an angel or screamed like a demon, it always wrapped around her with familiarity and soothed along her ears as soft as silk. Why?<br/>
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Brielle continuously asked herself that question many times throughout her life. There is a point where everything is just one big blur for her. To her knowledge, her childhood didn't exist. She couldn't recall much of anything, and Brielle couldn't tell you the first thing about her adolescent years. It was as if one day she just woke up and she was the grown, hypnotically captivating woman with excellent eyeliner skills that were shaper than a butcher's knife. She has asked questions and even searched for answers to questions she didn't even know to ask. In the end, it all led her to dead ends or back to the start of the line again. <br/>
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Odd, vexing flashes of images randomly occurred through Brielle's mind like puzzle pieces she still had to put together. None of them made sense, but she knew some were brutal, others were serene, and some felt influential. There was so much...blood. Blood had seemed to be a recurring theme in those visions, dreams, or nightmares. There was one image that stood out to her the most, and they were flashes of haunting, icy, arctic blues for eyes. It was one image that occurred to her repeatedly. They swirled with desire and purpose, giving Brielle the urge to find the man that the eyes belonged to. Those prominent eyes told her fears, impressive stories, dark secrets, a profession of love, loyalty, mysteries, and many other tall tales. That's all they were to Brielle for now, at least. As baffling as they were, Brielle had no concrete path to follow to make sense of those peculiar visions. So tries to forget about them and move through life with other bizarre occurrences.<br/>
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Like at that moment, Brielle relished in the crystalline beads of water that fell from the sky. The coolness of the water chilled down her pale, porcelain skin. A waterfall of jet-black tresses became drenched and stuck to the soft curves of her jawline and the length of her neck. The impeccable artistry of makeup painted on her lids held on with determination as she came prepared with waterproof makeup and wouldn't allow even the heaviest of storms to swipe away her beauty. Her own forest green eyes watched in awe as the band came to an intense end, finally ending the final song with the last strums of the melodic guitar, the bangs of the rambunctious drums, and the final chords of the heavy bass, all echoed out in one single harmony to close out.<br/>
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The band was quite a unique group. Not because they were climbing charts backed up by adorning, loyal fans, but because their <i>race </i>made everyone turn heads and think that what they once believed was all a lie. It was believed for many endless centuries that vampires were nothing more than just a myth. A mere hocus pocus stories to frighten kids. Or a gimmick used to play on movies and make women swoon over creatures of the night that were continuously oversexualized. Yet, here came Stefan, proud in his defiance, to show the world that they indeed lurked in the shadows. They watched humans from the darkest corners of the world, and humans would be none the wiser. Utterly oblivious to the predators that could just sink razor sharped fangs into their delicate flesh. But why did this make Brielle gravitate towards Stefan even more? She was more curious to know more about Stefan the person rather than Stefan the vampire, but him being a night creature added to the extraordinary appeal all the more. <br/>
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So when it was time for the VIP session, Brielle and her best friend, Jada, were already up in the line, anxiously waiting to meet their idols. "Holy fucking shit, Brie. I can't believe this is about to happen", Jada squealed, voice a bit hoarse from the screaming and chanting she had done all night. Brielle's eyes scanned and searched through the thick crowd till she found <i>him. </i>The man of the hour and the one that women flocked and pranced over to. He busied himself with signing autographs if anyone could count signing a cleavage as an autograph. Brielle's heart raced a million miles a minute, and she was a bit concerned that she looked like a mop from the storm that treaded over them in the open-roof concert hall.<br/>
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"Jada, I can't go up to him like this! I'm soaking wet", Brielle's own compromised voice complained as she had to look down at herself and give herself a once over. She was dressed in monochromatic flair, adorned all in black with her distressed fitted jeans, a crop top with a laced-up back, and platform boots to match that gave her a few inches to her original 5'4 height.<br/>
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"And if you tell him the right words, he'll make you soaking wet too", Jada added in. Brielle nudged at her best friend with a playful elbow, but her mind didn't exactly reject the idea either. Yet, that fleeting memory soon became lost when the friends finally found themselves at that front, poster in Jada's hands and nothing in Brielle's hand. She didn't strictly come for an autograph. Brielle came to officially <i>meet</i> Stefan as if it was a calling to her. There was a reason she needed to meet him, but Brielle couldn't tell anyone why. Not even herself because she simply didn't know. Brielle was acting upon intuition, and when his icy orbs locked with her emerald greens, time slowed and soon came to a halt. Nothing and no one around her was focused anymore besides the one man who suddenly stole her attention and her breath away effortlessly. Just one look, and Brielle had lost all senses of what was good and evil, real or fake. Who was this man?<br/>
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"Stefan...", Brielle's sultry, languid voice uttered his name. However, the way she called out to him sounded as if his name had left her tongue many times before, with familiarity lined along each letter. It was strange yet comforting at the same time. Standing in front of Stefan felt as if she had found someone she had lost before, despite never having him. That would have been impossible. "I'm Brielle, and I've been a fan for a long time." Saying she was a fan didn't sound right to her ears. As if she was more than just a fan. Now she felt she suddenly belonged. She extended her hand out for him to reach and take anyways. "It's nice to finally meet you."<br/>
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