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Alive. It was the only way that Stefan felt he could describe the energy tapped through his body. He could still hear Amber's heart beating in his chest. His tongue coated the inside of his cheek, in search of every last drop of blood that he had guzzled down. Finally making it up the driveway, he rounded the house, going by scent alone to detect which room belonged to the female. It seemed she lived with her parents, but fortunately for them there was no one home. Stefan reached her bedroom. Even in the dark he could make out the insane amount of pink décor. He laid her on her bed, amongst a great amount of throw pillows. Amber twisted in his arms, whimpering as she made it onto the bed finally. She'd have a faint recollection of what happened, but he was sure she'd be pleased with herself. Aisha worried about something that wasn't a big deal and perhaps it was Brille that had encouraged this surge of confidence in him. What he was, a vampire, shouldn't have been something he should discourage himself from being. Walking in his truth; it empowered him. He started out of her bedroom, pausing as he caught his reflection in her vanity mirror. Under the bright white moon, he could see how her blood had stained his pale chest a dark cherry red. How he wished Brielle was here to lick the blood from his chest. The thought came so suddenly that it made him move quicker as he returned back to the bus.<br/>
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"Alive? Alive?" Aisha snapped with a roll of her eyes. They should be so lucky that she was breathing, but even if she wanted to be bitten, there was no telling how she could react when she woke up. She knew just how upset Aros would be when he learned what happened tonight. Stefan was already making quite the name for himself with the band and his stunts at the shows had become even more outlandish. She stood on the side of the vampires and the plan of an uprising, her family had been familiar to their family for years. But going about it in the immature ways that Stefan seemed keen could disrupt the plans they set. Plans that had been enacted for years. She couldn't let some tart mess that up.<br/>
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Aisha narrowed her eyes on the woman. There was an energy surrounding her that she found herself growing a distaste for, filling her mouth with this bitter and unpleasant taste. Before she could go on to question her further, the door opened. Stefan stepped inside, immediately feeling that things were off.<br/>
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"She can't come with us. Aros will not be happy." Aisha turned her attention back toward the vampire who found himself drawn closer to Brielle's side.<br/>
"If Aros wants her gone, he will tell me himself. Now – are we going to keep here and draw attention to ourselves? Or should we get out of here." Aisha had started to argue but settled for a low growl instead. It got Stefan to push in front of Brielle, baring his fangs at the woman in return. The others watched on, though Stefan was of course much more intimidating. But he was a king amongst them, older by all means and protected by his title. Going against him was a death sentence, but Aisha had always taken her role seriously. She cared deeply for him and their kind.<br/>
"At least clean yourself up," she spat before turning on her heels and returning toward the front of the bus. The others followed, closing the door behind them for privacy. Though a look over Brielle's shoulder told him they weren't completely alone. Jada seemed wary to leave her friend's side. His hand reached up to cradle her head and Stefan ran his thumb along her lips gently. He leaned in forward, brushing his lips against hers before swiping his tongue against her lips. He enjoyed the playful annoyance in her expression, leaving her longing and waiting. Stefan ended up in the bathroom where he rinsed himself off with a hand towel. It was discarded in the sink as he exited. He found his luggage and rummaged around until he had a black silk long sleeve to slip into.<br/>
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They were now approaching the hills, where their mansion sat at the top, overlooking the others. It had been quite the headlines when the old home was finally purchased as it was the most expensive in the area, the last of the few that still remained in its original Gothic glory. Expensive black cars were parked in front. His homecoming was always welcomed with a party. He grinned at Brielle to gauge her reaction, though was sure that she would be fine walking into a house filled with vampires. There were celebrities among the mix as well, none the wiser to those they surrounded themselves with and yet there were those who had managed to spend most of their life undetected. Not exactly amongst the humans, but still a very intricate part of their world. He extended his hand out to take Brielle into his side.<br/>
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Meanwhile inside, Aros chatted amongst the guests. Under the warm yellow lighting of lit candles, they didn't stand out as stool pale or ghastly. Chalices held either wine or an iron infused version. It was certainly much more relaxed, but he expected Stefan's exciting energy. But there was an energy that made him pause at the door when it was announced Stefan and the others had arrived. A dark energy that he could not ignore . . .<br/>
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