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</div></div><br/><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"><span style="font-size: 15px">Another annoying thing about vampires was that they always acted like self-entitled pricks. If they were young, they were drunk on the essence of blood and the brand new idea of their own immortality, the luxurious power that they could feel running through their veins; if they were old, they were stuck in the idea that just because nothing had ever killed them so far, nothing ever could. Alverie thought both to be rather insignificant accomplishments coming from a creature that relied on others to survive, and was born of what was essentially a supernatural pathogen. The only reason they hadn’t been killed off easily in the early days was because of humans being weak, not because of them being strong.<br/>
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And like every other vampire she’d ever met, Lucian held the same exact beliefs and egocentrism along with feelings of self-importance that he made no effort to stifle.<br/>
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“I have several ideas on who you are, love.” She disagreed with him. “I’ve been watching you for a while now.” She dropped her hands from her top, not interested in continuing these kinds of games if there was no table for them. Not to mention he was egocentric enough to fall right for it, thinking that she was trying to genuinely attract him to her. She didn’t need to try to do that.<br/>
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Although she had to admit, his ‘confession’ about the type of lover he was brought a mischievous smirk to her lips. It was true, in a way. Fae tended to play and tease more than anything in sexual encounters, unless you were a dark fey in which case it was all about getting the job done and draining the energy. But if he thought he would be scaring her off, then he also completely misunderstood fae curiosity. “I think you’ll find my kind is much more durable than you seem to think. It’s unfortunate you’ve never had the chance to try.” She taunted him back before pushing off of the desk as she listened to him ramble. There was nothing in there that she didn’t already expect, and she rolled her eyes more than once while turning to the side to look at his shelves. She didn’t bother to look when the human entered the room, only feeling her, and subsequently listening to the feeding session as it happened, ignoring his order to walk back out.<br/>
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Completely unbothered as she ran a finger over some books on the shelves, she conjured up what looked like an apple out of nowhere, the smell much sweeter and enticing than that of a regular apple, as she bit into the fruit while he fed. Watching others eat had always made her hungry, as well.<br/>
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She didn’t answer immediately as he raised to look at her with demonic features, taking the last bite of her apple before tossing the leftovers in the trash next to his desk with a laissez-faire attitude. “I think I’m done here for today, actually. I got a good look at the place, and my, you look like you really need to clean up.” She gave him a wide smile paired with a condescending ‘now now’ look. “You’re obviously terribly busy drinking from whatever you can scrounge up, so I’ll stop by again soon and we can finish working out our deal. Or you can find me. Here’s my card.” She slips one out of her bra and drops it lightly on the desk.<br/>
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The small rectangle appears blank except for a strange, irregular reflection to the light and an ethereal scent of flowers, but upon touching it elegant letters appear with her name. “Just use it to call me if you ever decide to play like big kids without needing me to baby you through this transition.”<br/>
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She straightened her clothes, and made for the door, blowing him a kiss.</span></span>