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Chapitre 11

Stiles was on his way to the herbalist with Damon. The two brothers were going to join his father for an emergency meeting since they had introduced themselves as agents of the F.B.I. He had also enjoyed seeing Dean in a suit and tie. But he would never say what he had thought when he saw him, even if Dean hadn't missed his flushed cheeks and his biting lips seeing his smile.

- Kitten.

The way the vampire had pronounced his nickname made him shudder. He looked at him briefly.

- Yes ?

Damon stroked her neck.

- You are hungry ? he asked her.

- A little. Especially since your smell envelops me in your car.

- Before going to the herbalist, we will go to an alley.

- THANKS.

The vampire kissed her neck.

- Damon. I drive.

- You're too tempting.

- If you do that again, I'll buy the herbs before I feed you.

- The kitten shows its claws.

- Do you know what the kitten says to you?

He heard the vampire laugh. God he loved to hear it. But he had to stay focused.

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They were in an alley, right next to the herbalist.

He held Damon's hips tightly as the latter bit and drank him.

When he felt the fangs leave his neck, his vampire turned his head away. He took her in his hands.

- Look at me.

- I don't want you to see me like that, kitten.

- But it's a side of you. I want to see you.

He was surprised, but he didn't show it. He just stroked the outline of his eyes and then wiped the blood that ran down the vampire's chin.

He licked his thumb.

He sat up then he kissed her languidly. He felt Damon's arms wrap around his waist.

- You are the first to react like this. You are truly unique, kitten.

- I know. People often tell me this. Rather in the genre, fortunately there are not two like you.

He smiled hearing her laugh.

They kissed again before going to buy the herbs.

But upon entering the store, Damon backed away.

- Too many smells for me. I'm waiting for you outside.

- All right.

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They were on their way back to the motel.

- Verbena.

- Pardon ?

- If one day I hurt you, use verbena. It's lethal to us.

- You'll never hurt me.

- You can't be sure.

It was true. Scott, who was his best friend at the time, had almost slashed and bit him.

- Even. I will never use it if I know you could die from it.

He didn't get any answers with words, but he felt Damon's left hand squeeze his right knee.

Then when they arrived in the room, of which they had doubles, being still alone, the vampire kissed her passionately.

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He was barely coming to his senses when the two brothers entered the room. They explained to them that the police were really lost. His father had given them the list of names of people in comas in the hospital as he had requested. And he told them that they would call them when they could go to the morgue.

- GOOD. I'll mix it up and then we'll just have to wait for my dad's call.

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He snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Erica's question.

- Why didn't you go with the two brothers who were known as F.B.I agents?

- How to explain that they brought a teenager who was the son of one of the sheriffs?

- It's true. Her wolf replied, stroking her neck.

- So what did you do with this mixture of herbs? Allison asked him.

- I've seen into the spirits of the dead.

- Enough to ? Said at the same time his friendly rights.

- You heard right. I did like the wolves, but without the claws in the back of my neck.

- But this is quite different. You did it on dead people. It requires a high level of magic. It's necromancy. said Peter.

- Yes. That's right. But I had to get into their minds. I admit I was exhausted afterwards, but I managed to see connections between them before witnessing their death.