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← Katerina could hear me. She was a vampire after all. Much to my disapproval thousands of years ago.
← was not of my concern.
I blurred from the lounge area into the bedroom. I focused on the scent of my brother. He had certainly been here... His scent was wrapped up with the honeysuckle.
"When did my brother leave?" I scowled as I continued to face the bedroom. I knew →
I was not going to entertain her ridiculous ways. I tightened my grip once more, demonstrating my strength over her, before throwing her to the floor. I turned to look out of the window. I could not care less whether the towel remained on her frame or not. Katerina's dignity →
← should think again. Blonde or not, you are smarter than that," I muttered. I did know what, or should I say who, she was referring to but I did not need to entertain that idea right now. Everything was already falling apart and I did not need something else to be concerned →
I had positioned myself in the doorway. I huffed against the doorframe with my gaze looking up at the paint job around the window on the opposite wall.
Another huff left my lips. "Rebekah, love. If you think I'd want to show my face at a ridiculous school dance, then you →
← myself at the vampire, and pinned her against the wall. My fingers curled around her slender neck. She kept her neat fingers around the towel. "Where is my brother?" I asked in a foul tone. It was angry and yet calm as I tried to compose myself. It was not my fault Elijah →
I knew the scent of Katerina Petrova without blinking. Tracking her sore ass for centuries would do that to a man. The additional scent of orchids and honeysuckle did nothing to mask it.
When the brunette appeared in nothing but a towel, my anger only fueled itself. I threw →
I pondered for a moment and nodded my head. "A clever young wolf. It certainly could be," I was not going to disagree. "But I hate to waste time, so if you wish for an audience, might I suggest you hurry up?"
The blonde bartender came over with a smile and placed my glass of →
← immediately swamped by the scent of Katerina Petrova. I was fuming. "Brother?!" I screamed loudly.
Little did I know that only Katerina was home.
← various sources, leading me to a penthouse suite at a plush in Miami. It was hardly the place I would consider my stuck up brother to go visiting...
I didn't bother stopping at Reception. I blurred my way up to the top floor and burst into the door.
My senses were →
[Starter for @BulgarianVixen]
Elijah had been MIA for a couple of weeks now. It was often he avoided me like the plague but I was in desperate need of my brother's assistant and neither Kol nor Rebekah would be suitable for what I needed. I had him tracked down through →
← went to pour me a glass of her finest scotch.
"It must mean one of two things," I continued, facing the young boy who was sitting beside me. "One, you wish to meet with me. Or two, you are an unassuming tourist who happens to choose the most supernatural orientated bar in →
[Starter for @EzraVillareal]
"You know," I made my presence known as I took my prize stool in Rousseau's bar. "Not many people have the courage to sit next to my seat in this place." I eyed the bartender who knew to keep my seat unoccupied. She nodded her head and immediately →
← bore you. Besides, I think I might take some vacation days and spend more time with you..." It was very forward of me, and in all honesty, my business involved her. For some reason, I wanted to work for it, as opposed to compelling her companionship.
← but that was only natural.
I eyed her closely, just as her ears were captured by my unusual accent. I could have put on an American twang but that never quite did it for the ladies.
"Honestly sweetheart, I have business in town. It is quite dull and I would not wish to →