Falling For You

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Brianna tightened her soft burgundy cardigan coat over her simple white crop top as she exited out of hers and Marcel's apartment and walked out into the chilly night of New Orleans at about six forty-seven to go meet up with the Claire girl at Ro...

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Brianna tightened her soft burgundy cardigan coat over her simple white crop top as she exited out of hers and Marcel's apartment and walked out into the chilly night of New Orleans at about six forty-seven to go meet up with the Claire girl at Rousseau's Bar. The Gilbert girl couldn't help but release a tense sigh when she glanced up towards the full moon while her vampire bodyguard, Diego, locked up the apartment.

Brianna had noticed during the last two full moons that there was always this emptiness in her chest like something was missing. She had mentioned it to Marcel during the first month that she was in New Orleans but he had just said it was probably because she was homesick for Mystic Falls. However, Brianna didn't believe that at all. Sure, Brianna missed her family and friends in Mystic Falls but this wasn't that feeling.

Brianna just felt this disconnection with the world during nights like these. The only thing the Gilbert girl liked to do on full moons anymore was to just lay in bed while she talked with either Elena or Caroline since they always helped get her mind off the discomfort that she felt. However, Brianna couldn't do that tonight and she didn't mind it one bit. Brianna would gladly hang out with Davina - even though she wasn't feeling that great. Brianna honestly wouldn't doubt that the Claire girl would burn out that fire that's beating in her chest during the full moon by just the sound of her voice.

The Gilbert girl hadn't even known that she was at her destination until Diego had called out her name when she passed up the bar while she was lost in her thoughts about the full moon. It was something Brianna realized that she would do during the full moon - she would just completely space out - another downside for nights like these.

Brianna embarrassingly thanked her vampire bodyguard with a slight tint of rosy pink to her tan cheeks before she quickly entered Rousseau's Bar with Diego falling amusingly behind. Once the Gilbert girl entered the establishment, she let her hazel eyes roam around the bar for a moment. However, when Brianna couldn't spot the Claire girl yet, she decided that she would settle down by the two witch sisters by the counter.

Witches? Oh, yeah, Brianna knew all about the Deveraux sisters and who they really were. The Gilbert girl had found out about that about a month ago. Brianna had been at the compound after hanging out with Lucas one day when she had went upstairs to tell Marcel that she would see him at home. However, the thing that she saw once she entered her Godfather's office was the two witches in a screaming match with Marcel about using magic in the French Quarter.

The younger of the two sisters, Sophie, ended up seeking her out the next day and explained what Brianna had heard. Sophie had been afraid it would disrupt their friendship but Brianna had quickly assured the witch that it wasn't a problem at all. Brianna, of course, knew about the supernatural world, so it wasn't like she was going to discriminate the sisters because they are witches. The Gilbert girl knew about Davina being a witch, so she didn't mind befriending two more witches as well.

Brianna couldn't help but to throw herself into the seat next to Sophie and across from Jane-Anne after she had pushed her way through the crowded Rousseau's Bar with a heavy and exhausted sigh as she felt her vampire bodyguard get settled in a seat a few feet away from them. The Gilbert girl just felt so emotionally and physically drained from the full moon. It was the moon was pulling all of the energy out of her body and Brianna absolutely hated it.

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