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Green eyes; bright emeralds that had yet to break away. Though he could feel how nervous he was, even from this far away. Stefan's vision became blurred in the corners, his eyes continuing to zero in on the woman as he looked over waving hands of the others who tried and failed to get his attention. Normally one of them would've been lucky enough for Stefan to drag into his dressing room backstage; to be blessed by his kiss, suckled from like the sweetest and juiciest fruit – they seemed less tantalizing in her presence. He knew that the dead organ in his chest was far from capable of beating and yet, dare he say that she breathed life to him from her presence alone. Briefly his brows drew toward the center, focused on her face as though the longer he looked at her, the easier the memory would come to place. But he'd no clue who she was; so why did she feel so familiar?<br/>
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She'd pushed her way through, but now it seemed as though the crowd split like the red sea, allowing her the direct path in front of the vampire. His hands rested at his side, jittering from the urge to push back the wispy wavy hair stuck to the side of her face from the rain. Beneath the makeup it was evident that he was beautiful, more than any woman surrounding them let alone on this earth. He was used to this feeling: desire and lust. Sometimes he's waiting for another was purely physical and others, their blood did seem to call to him. Butchers <i>sang</i> to him. His head tilted to the right slightly and he watched as his name spun like silk from her mouth, coddling softly against his ear.<br/>
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Everything seemed to move in slow motion then as she extended her hand toward him. Despite the difference in temperature, Stefan for once felt that his touch belonged. He always found human women too soft, delicate and while he was certain he could easily bring harm to Brielle, there was something so familiar about her touch that it didn't feel as strange as he was used to. He stepped closer, bringing her hand to his lips to kiss her knuckles. His nose dipped against her wrist, inhaling the scent of a floral perfume and rain.<br/>
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Stefan knew that technically he was obligated to give everyone the same amount of time, but how could he dare pay attention to anyone else when she was already clouding his mind.<br/>
"Brielle," he repeated, grinning widely enough to show off his fangs. "Nice to meet you as well." It wasn't lost on him that he had yet to release her hand, his thumb gently rolling over the hills of her knuckles. The crowd had disappeared, but by now the band knew better and when to take over in the case of Stefan being distracted. "Though a bit hard to get to know me with all this chaos. And you do seem like someone I'd like to get to know much better." He looked over her shoulder to acknowledge who she'd been speaking with, a friend who looked just as nervous. "I don't suppose you ladies would like to join us on the tour bus. We're actually having a little soiree, a welcome back home party. . .somehow now it just doesn't feel right if you're not there. Your friend is more than welcome to come with."<br/>
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