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Brielle observed and studied the small interaction between the blondie and the vampire. She and Brielle were far from being the spitting image of one another as Stefan brought in all sorts of fans. The blond was obnoxious, loud, and the exact definition of a pick-me girl meshed with the blond bimbo personality. As for Brielle, she was comfortable in her dark, monochromatic wardrobe, as extravagant as it can sometimes be, despite being so simple at the moment. The only piece that stood out most was the lengthy suede trench coat that fitted over her agile physique, rimmed with faux fur around the neckline. Brielle was poised, cunning, and sometimes almost deathly silent, despite feeling like useless putty in Stefan's grasp. They were nothing alike, and she wondered if Stefan had a preference between his fangirls.<br/>
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So as she watched on, green did not paint over her image. She would not allow herself to come down to that level because even in between the blonde's antics, Stefan's eyes still found hers, refusing to look away for too long. A small, knowing smile traced over Brielle's lips upon seeing the elongated fangs that he was shamelessly known for showing off, unlike most vampires that lurked in the shadows. It was then a mild, disturbing urge to have Stefan make the blonde pay plagued her mind. She had interrupted and broken a sacred bond between the two and now tainted his body and attention to what Brielle was so keen on familiarizing herself with. Brielle wanted to see Stefan impale his fangs into her neck not to make her float through a euphoric cloud but to daze off into an eternal darkening abyss. She wasn't sure where such a vile, territorial thought came about, but before it became too explicit, Stefan's extended hand reeled her out of that dark margin of her mind.<br/>
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Without hesitation, Brielle's smaller, warmer hand took his once more, reigniting that small flame that burned alive inside of her when they first touched. "Nothing wrong in indulging a bit. Just hope the snack is worth it", Brielle agreed. Alisha's warning did not escape Brielle's ears, though. She had sounded very adamant about not taking the blonde, but Stefan insisted, and she wondered why. She felt excitement trek through her body as she witnessed a wicked gleam in Stefan's eyes- perhaps matching the sparkle in hers.<br/>
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The group moved along after the band bid their farewells and signed the last bits of autographs for their adoring fans. The blonde's heels clacked and followed the other band members as Brielle and Stefan walked together hand in hand as if they were indeed older lovers. If either could see themselves from a different perspective, they looked like a formidable, gorgeous couple and oozed alluring sex appeal and power. The intimidation they carried together could grip anyone by the throat. Even her best friend, Jada, ogled at them as she walked by Brielle's side. "You realize you're walking hand in hand with <i>the </i>Stefan De La Crose, right", Jada's hushed words asked Brielle with some vexation. "You should be shitting your pants right now." And she should be, yet, Brielle felt oddly comfortable as Stefan felt like someone <i>normal </i>to her when she should be swooning over a delectable rockstar.<br/>
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"Maybe I'm just trying to keep it cool", Brielle played off, as she didn't realize just how relaxed she was with not just a rockstar, but with a creature of the night. An extensive tour bus, with the darkest midnight shade of tints on the windows, came into view as everyone began to file in one by one. The blonde continuously looked behind her, searching for Stefan before her envious eyes dropped at Brielle and began to shoot daggers at her, which in return, Brielle glared at her with her sharp, fiery gaze. However, Alisha urged her inside first before she, Vance, and Jada all disappeared into what seemed to be a darkened interior of the bus. "So", Brielle began as her heeled boot took the first step to ascend up to the bus, her hand still guiding Stefan behind her. "Does the blonde still look like a snack to you? Or is she more than that", Brielle boldly asked the vampire.<br/>
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