There are certain known facts about vampires. They revile change. They are obsessive-compulsive. They are illogical. They are cursed. They will burst into flames in sunlight.
They are dying.
With less than a hundred vampires left in the world, Yas...
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Tavius says: Yeah she and Libby are getting along great Tavius says: Should've gotten her a friend years ago Tavia says: Good. How's August? Did he ruin everything? Tavius says: Nah, but won't be long till he gets married, I bet Tavia says: !!! Tavius says: jk lol
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No one, actually, called Tavius a 'master stalker,' which was a miracle in itself. He probably had Redbud to thank for that; she would have never suffered the stain on a Breeze's reputation.
He wondered, then, if he should try harder to remedy the fact, but dismissed the hopeful thought with a sigh. The geas on his neck forbade him from actively desecrating Redbud's ambitions. Rubbing at the mark, invisible against his neck, he wondered if he would rather be in Libby's situation. Being immune to all geas must have its perks. Imprisonment might not be so bad.
Yeah, probably better off as I am. At least he could date. Not that Libby seemed interested in dating, though he had his suspicions about that fact.
Large as the estate was, there was only one computer in its entirety, which was a rather wretched piece of neglected tech. As a mundane, normal computer, it didn't work very well—it could barely survive opening more than one application, and it had a tendency to freeze when someone used the number pad or clicked the mouse too many times, too quickly. But linked to Tavius, it was less a machine than a physical representation of his magic, a window peering into the realm of communication itself.
