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           He had missed this, there was no denying that. When he had been killed, his entire sireline had died with him. A legacy of vampires all snuffed out with a single death and while he had been resurrected, they had not. It had been a long time since Kol had turned anyone, even longer since he had bothered to TEACH one but here, now – in one of the Dive bars of a town he had hated since the first day he had come to it on their ships, nostalgia had laced itself into his very bones.

      “ Slowly … ”  Kol said, his voice barely above a whisper, one hand clasped over Jeremy’s shoulder, fingers digging in just a little harder than was needed, chest pressed against his back, chin on leaning against his neck as he guided Jeremy’s mouth to the bartender’s neck.  “ draw it out —- make it last an eternity. Let the sound of her heart, beat through you. ”  //  @tetheredtoelena  ♡’d  for  a  starter

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MESMERIZED. Like a metronome, the woman’s pulse commanded his very breath. And as Kol’s voice swirled around his head, he was completely consumed by the moment. Katherine and his sire had warned him about the heightened experience his change would bring – but Jeremy never learned the definition of the word until that night. His eyes had been opened to a world previously hidden from him from those who claimed to know what was best for him. This was how it was meant to be. This is the predator in its natural environment.

He and Kol moved as one being, descending with painstaking patience towards the smooth, milky white skin of his victim. His gaze darkened– his fangs, aching with the anticipation. And with a slow, steady exhale, his lips brushed along the nape of her neck. The TREMBLE that rippled through the bartender’s body nearly drew a similar reaction in his own as Jeremy gave himself over to the moment. Finally – two pinpricks, and his mouth closed over the growing mark to catch the warm copper liquid flowing out. EUPHORIA PRIDE flooded his system and echoed through his anatomy; a hand clasped to the other side of her neck, keeping his prize where it belonged. The blood ran over his teeth, and a moan rumbled in his throat. An e t e r n i t y wouldn’t be long enough.

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