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There was something sinfully erotic with the way Stefan presented and laid out the options to Brielle. The way his fingers gingerly grazed over her pale, smooth skin and then traced her bottom lip with a ghostly touch before he found home at her chin, gripping it there to draw all her focus and attention to him and his questions. To leave the blonde, to take her back home, or...to watch Stefan tear through her neck? "Are you implying that the third option would not be so nice", Brielle whispered amusingly to Stefan. His second option deemed it was them being cordial enough to take her back home, but what about the latter? Her green orbs only pulled away from Stefan at Alisha calling out to him, but it was quickly returned back to him when he had paid no mind to her.<br/>
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Brielle has heard many things when it comes to vampires. Most were still left a secret for mortals to wonder about the validity of it all. Some were still skeptical of the existence of vampires despite Stefan shamelessly showing off and embracing who he truly was. Rumors were always ready to mingle with the truth as people didn't know if a vampire's bite was as euphoric as depicted in movies. Or, if they genuinely could be painful enough, that would have the victim struggling and screaming bloody murder for help. Or perhaps both the euphoric sensation could have anyone high up in the fluffy clouds until they slowly fall into a darkened, dazed black hole that they'll eternally be consumed by.<br/>
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"I barely even see her", Brielle emphasized how irrelevant the blonde seemed in her eyes. "So we can keep her," Brielle spoke of her as if she was some sort of pet to entertain the couple. There was a condescending tone Brielle used when she spoke about the blonde bimbo as if Stefan and Brielle were superior beings and only looked at the blonde as the inferior one. A mere peasant. But what really made Brielle so different from the blonde other than looks and personality? She felt this sense of hierarchy when she was Stefan, as if she was made to be more than just some fangirl to the vampire. Her purpose felt so much more significant than that.<br/>
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When Brielle reached for his hand that was on her chin, suddenly, hasty images flashed through the margins of Brielle's mind. They were quick as rapid pictures of a merciless Brielle and Stefan, usually doused in fresh, crimson blood, filled her memories. People around them screamed in agony as she also heard others begging for mercy in the distance. Stefan's eyes were wild with bloodlust, and hers hungered for power. Another quick image of Brielle surmounted her mind, adorned in ebon fine, pristine clothing that only royalty would be seen wearing, where a simple flick of her wrist caused the grotesque sound of a bone to crack. The gut-wrenching sound remained unknown as horrid images suddenly ceased abruptly, and Brielle was snapped and thrown back into the present.<br/>
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Shocked, widened eyes stared down at Stefan for a perplexed moment as her grip around his hand tightened a fraction more. Brielle's legs felt stuck where she was as she wasn't sure what she had just witnessed or what even took place. Her heart beat quickened in her chest and for a moment, she had forgotten how to breathe. Did he...did Stefan see it too? No, that was ridiculous. How could he? And how could she? How does Brielle even begin to explain something so...unexplainable? It wasn't the first time Brielle had strange, quick occurrences as this, but this was the first that involved the very vampire that stood before her.<br/>
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"Perhaps...", Brielle began to say before closing her mouth shut, swallowing down hard, and attempting to relax the stiffened, shocked features on her modelesque face. "We should go inside and find out what to do with her", she smoothed over, this time forcing a collected smirk that lightly lifted from one corner of her plush lips. "Come", she said, taking his hand again and pulling him up the stairs that led inside the bus with her, as if she was luring him in like a siren to a pirate. "As I said before, there's no harm in indulging a bit, right?"<br/>
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