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<i><b>‘So you’ve had your look. Now what do you want? A Taste too?’</b></i><br/>
Cyrus ground his teeth together as he caught the eye of the female. He couldn’t turn his gaze away despite how much they seemed to stare into him with such severity it made his skin tingle. She stared at him as though she knew him? Or maybe she was just one of the few humans who bothered to listen to her intuition. So why was he trying so hard to charm her? He was aware that he was attractive and there were plenty of girls at this party who’d love to have his undivided attention and yet there was something enticing about being able to charm the female just a few feet away from him. He adjusted his position. The wall, downing the rest of his drink and placing it on the counter surface of a small window like opening to the kitchen.<br/>
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Cyrus ran his tongue along the roof of his mouth, battling with whether or not his next decision was right. While normally he liked to keep out of people’s heads, he was suddenly very curious about her thoughts on him, as though knowing somehow they would differ from those he was used to. His hands shrugged into his pockets and he began to walk over toward her, casual with the hint of a smile playing on his face as he noted the heightened sense of her heart beating quicker. The women she was with were quiet but their minds were a mess of loud noises as he approached them. Still, he kept his attention on the woman before him in the middle.<br/>
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“Never seen you before,” he said. And that was true. There were a bunch of regulars that attended these parties and especially people that had Tatum’s art tattooed on them making them easily recognizable. Even some of the fresh meat that he had seen around – how had she managed to go under his radar? Almost every girl he’d known or even just briefly passed made it their goal to approach him.
	

	
	
		
		



		
		
	


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“Are you going to interact with people this time or just pull through getting free drinks?” Tatum asked Alice. “I thought Sadie was giving you lessons,” he teased. Though the light. The playful one was difficult to hold onto as from the corner of his eye he saw the female strutting downstairs with her latest victim. He’d probably recall very little of what happened, but still brag about the pleasures of necking with the vampires. He managed to keep his snarl caged in his chest – who was he to stop her from mingling. When he did the same? His feelings for Sadie however were very clear, but he’d never pushed too heavily on it as Sadie was not the kind of woman you just dabbled with.<br/>
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That said, he couldn’t contain his jealousy. He turned his eyes back toward Alice. “<i>How's it looking</i>?” He whispered. Typically, he would let Cyrus handle the inquests into Alice’s visions, but Cyrus had been a bit out of it as of late – maybe he was still in some ways hoping that the recent attacks had been actual animal attacks. Tatum was not so willing to blindly accept the answers provided by local law enforcement and he knew Cyrus would have to realize the truth as well: whatever was attacking these humans was just as monstrous as they were. They weren’t alone in Twin Peaks.</div></div></div></div></div></span>