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Anticipation pulsed through Brielle's body while adrenaline rushed blood through every thin vein that coursed through her. Her iridescent eyes had become fixated on their hands interlaced and intertwined together as if they belonged. It was more than just two pieces of a puzzle perfectly placed back together. To Brielle, in some unexplainable sense, they felt as if they were one perfect piece, once fallen and broken off, and now have found their way to be one again. Brielle was Stefan, and Stefan was Brielle. Whatever that meant in some foggy, clouded part of her mind. Perhaps she was just too high on adrenaline and was becoming delusional. Or maybe something was poking at the margins of her mind, endeavoring to make her remember something like that strange vision.<br/>
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Her attention was diverted when Alisha voiced her concern. It was the second time of the night she warned Stefan about treading carefully with his guests on the bus. She had become adamant, and her persistence had seemed to settle comfortably underneath Stefan's porcelain skin while irritation crossed his cut features. It suddenly ticked one of Brielle's nerves. To her, Alisha felt like some sort of obstacle attempting to hinder their plans. The moment Brielle laid her eyes on Stefan, she wanted nothing more than to find a little corner and bask in some intimate privacy. She was only there for him, yet between Alisha and the bimbo, the unwanted obstacles were enough to make her jaw tick subtly. It was a familiar negative feeling that did not bode well with Brielle.<br/>
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Stefan's silent exchange was brief and enough to send Alisha off, leaving Brielle, Stefan, and the blondie alone at the back of the bus. Brielle's glare lingered on the closed door for a few seconds more before Stefan's stunning features came into her view, immediately capturing her into a trance. God, he was fucking gorgeous. He was the epitome of how they described Lucifer. The most beautiful angel ever created who eventually fell from the heavens and sprouted ominous, beautiful ebon wings. Her hand twitched to reach up and to trace the lines of his hallowed-in cheeks and traverse down to his powerful jawline.<br/>
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There was something sultry in the way he told her to sit and enjoy what was about to transpire. Brielle nodded before stepping back a few steps and lowering herself to plant her derriere on the plush cushion of the sofa in the room. "Don't disappoint", she cooed to the vampire, like a Queen awaiting her King to entertain in a way only he knew how. Stefan, by heart, was an entertainer. Whether on a grand stage or in the private room at the back of his tour bus. Brielle certainly was not disappointed as her unyielding gaze watched Stefan take hold of the blonde, and their intense eyes, one set of silver like a full moon and the other like sparkling jaded gems, remained transfixed on the other.<br/>
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A mix of lust of curiosity swirled in Brielle's eyes as she witnessed the razor-edged fangs elongate and suddenly sink and disappear into the delicate, supple flesh of the blonde neck. Her startling screams didn't do anything to make Brielle flinch in her seat. The blonde's struggles were entertaining to her. In fact, Brielle only leaned forward as if she wanted a closer look as the palms of her hand clasped over the edge of the sofa by her legs. Brielle had never witnessed a feeding before, and she suddenly became obsessed with the sight, but Stefan had to be part of the picture. She was obsessed with <i>him </i>feeding and instilling fear in his victims. She relished in the blonde's screams that did nothing to make her want to help the hapless woman. A sane part of Brielle had become startled from the side that seemed to enjoy such violence.<br/>
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Stefan eventually pulled back, and there was blood present everywhere. The sanguine liquid pooled over his lips and glided down his chin. Meanwhile, fresh puncture wounds oozed blood out of the blonde's neck while her movements had ceased a lot more than her wild thrashing earlier. Brielle observed Stefan more, noting some of his own struggles, and that became more concerning to Brielle than the possibly dying woman. Jealously was void from Brielle's modelesque features and instead, there was this sense of sexual gratification that arose from this.<br/>
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Brielle stood up and sauntered over towards the duo. Never mind the woman that was barely hanging onto Stefan with her dear life, Brielle only saw Stefan. Her King. Her Blood King? A distorted, ghostly image began to play before her eyes, placed over Stefan. The image was still Stefan but bloodied and dressed in pristine garments that were only made fit for royalty. However, that image left as quickly as it came, and her eyes were now locked on his bloodied lips. "May I?" Both of her dainty, manicured hands reached up for Stefan's face, where she cupped his cheeks and used her thumbs to soothe over the smooth flesh of his cheeks. Slowly, she raised up to her tip toes which allowed her face to inch closer to his. Tension had wrapped around them like a tight blanket the closer she got until soon, two breaths became one.<br/>
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His icy breath waved over her pouty lips that parted open. Her wet, pink tongue snaked out from between them and stretched enough to make contact with Stefan's lips. Cautiously, she swiped her tongue across the plump of his bottom lip, collecting a small amount of the blonde's blood. The copper taste simmered onto her tastebuds, yet oddly enough, it didn't deter her away. Brielle was no vampire, but she was convinced she could lick anything off Stefan, and it would be delectable to her tastebuds. Brielle's tongue retreated back into her mouth, swallowing the minuscule amount of blood she took while she suppressed a shudder that almost rattled her body. The rockstar's lip was left with a small sheen of her saliva and her own DNA. "It's scary how tasty she is coming from your lips", her sultry words whispered out. "And watching you drink from her was the most singular hottest thing I've ever seen."<br/>
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Then her mind conjured up something diabolical. Something that went against all of Alisha's warnings and concerns. Brielle wanted to explore more and push boundaries. Something inside of her, like a chained cage, unlocked, and there was a wicked being attempting to crawl out of that imprisonment. "I don't want to take her back home", she finally told Stefan, her gaze locking with his once more where they told him everything he needed to know.<br/>
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