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There was something so absolutely typical about her response – he'd always been an impatient being. But there was something about Brielle's comment that made him wait and actually reconsider what he wanted to do with the bimbo, but he knew this would apply to more situations than this one. But looking in her eyes, there was that glint of promise that proved that waiting seemed worth it. Brielle made him consider the possibility that there was actually more – power, greatness, joy just at his fingertips as long as she was at his side to remind him that his greed would be his downfall. It seemed to come much better out of her mouth than it did with Aros. Though, if Aros had the full pouty lips that Brielle had, he would maybe have listened to his dear handler on more than one occasion when it actually mattered.<br/>
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<i>"Come."</i><br/>
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Stefan's eyes were glued to her backside, his hands aching to grab her around the waist as even the small distance between them going up the stairs was too much of an annoyance for him. Indulging – she wasn't afraid to let him be the beast he was, but every woman had their limits he was sure. Still, Brielle was far from the average woman – her beauty was ethereal, like she had been carved out of his dreams specifically for him; soulful dark eyes, creamy white skin that was smooth to touch like fresh butter. And her body – if she looked this good clothed, he was desperately curious what divinity lies beneath.<br/>
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The doors hissed to a close and they were both let in. He could see the blonde in the background, her eyes intent on him. The charm he had on her was fading, but he was aware it wouldn't hinge her from stepping between the both of them any time soon. So, he took her hand and continued down the end of the bus. He could see the look of worry in her friend's eyes and hoped his passing glance would soothe her. Brielle wouldn't be harmed, Stefan would make sure of it. Alisha eyed him carefully, her sight lingered more so on Brielle. She had her concerns and rightfully so, she has never seen Stefan enamored with a woman like so – one only had to look back on history to know the downfall of the strongest only came from a woman. Especially when it came to breaking up a band. But what would he say without coming off as jealous or bitter?<br/>
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She kept her opinions to herself but turned toward Stefan.<br/>
"She's told me where she lives. We are taking her home." Stefan growled beneath his chest, tucking Brielle behind him. Alisha shrunk back slightly. "Be careful with her. she's important." Stefan rolled his eyes. Humans – they all thought they were so important. If he extended even a smidge of his true power they would know they were barely lucky to be in his presence or any other vampires. Humans were fortunate that their little monkey relatives oohed and ahhed their way to fire and other breakthroughs, but in reality, all that smarts created technology that only diminished the capability of the human mind. They weren't smart or civilized – just cavemen getting by on artificial currency and plastic good looks. Cattle – a lot of them, here just for worship.<br/>
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Stefan's' thoughts only drew his gums to ache with the need to feed and the darkness that clouded his eyes was enough to send Alisha off without a nether word, being sure to close the door that separated the bunker from the front of the bus where the others were. The bimbo seemed less than happy to see Brielle, but commented on the finality of privacy. The vampire turned toward Brielle and smirked.<br/>
"Sit, in joy." In some sense there seemed to be an air of foreplay, something he hadn't enjoyed in some time. With humans it was different . . . They grew jealous quite quickly, both urging to be under his fangs longer than the other. It turned into a feast rather than the sensual orgy that bloodlust thrived around.<br/>
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He took the blonde by the hair, his eyes trained on Brielle's the whole time even though the woman he held called his name over and above or pleading to be taken by him. Her dress was being hiked up – silly mortal. She had believed his vampires, but a tell, that he was just a man wanting to doodle himself in anything warm. Foolish mistake.<br/>
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Stefan never lost eye contact as his mouth spread wide, splitting just lightly at the seams to fully present the row of sharp pointed teeth and it was then that the pretty blonde writhed and trembled in his grasp, desperately trying her hardest to pull out of his iron grip. Her scream was music to his ears when his mouth finally wrapped around the side of her neck. There was something different about her blood, the memory attached to it not something he had seen before. Stefan grunted as he was seized by a memory – a shaky thought that paralyzed him in the moment but consumed him with thirst. He suckled form the woman beneath him, his fangs grating against her collarbone before it splintered between his teeth and she screamed out louder. He couldn't stop though, trapped by the image playing before his eyes of him and Brielle drenched in blood.<br/>
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He knew if he didn't stop the chance of this woman surviving was slim. With a thunderous roar he pulled back, blood gushing over his lips and down his chin as the lifeless woman barely breathing remained in his clutch. Stefan had never felt this way before.<br/>
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