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@jessiebites, "... my new apartment is under these twenty-somethings that hold all these parties." a regretful sigh passes her lips. "at first i thought it wouldn't matter because i'm not sleeping during the night ... but now they're awake when i'm awake and still awake when i'm trying to sleep. they're killing me."

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 “ i heard you, but it don’t mean much. ” / dean to eliza

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damn. twenty-first century, and she still has this bullshit to deal with, huh? vampires have never fallen out of popular culture, and as it turns out, neither has vampire hunting. shit. "come on — what did you say your name was?"

he probably didn't give it, but eliza spins her words like silk and allows them to drip sweetly like honey.

"it's twenty ... what year is it?" eliza remembers celebrating the new year a few months ago, but didn't pay much attention to what year everyone was celebrating. the last decade's been a bit of a blur, if she's being honest.

"this isn't the dark ages! you don't have to do this."

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“ just some things you gotta do. don’t mean you gotta like it. ” / nate to jude

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"don't you get tired, though?" maybe nate just has a stronger spirit than jude. he hasn't asked how long nate's been on the run, but jude can say this about himself: fifteen years is a long damn time. long enough that he's near ready to throw in the towel and say fuck it, let it all go. maybe it's a coward's mentality, jude can accept that; add that to the ever-growing list of things he'll beat himself up over.

"how do you do it? how do you keep pushing forward?" jude is nearly pleading. there's something cold and aching inside him, a hole in jude's core. please, tell him how to fix it.