Theatre

@Duc Tran Nguyen ⚸ The anger in your voice . The fear beautifully radiating from you it was indeed both amusing and captivating . Reaching for your hand before it can even touch me I squeeze your wrist firmly digging my long nails into your flesh almost as I bring your pricked finger up to my lips and give it a tentative and grazing my fang against the pad of your finger before I yank you down in place . My pupil dilated growing as I make you look into my eyes using my ability of compulsion to make you do as I please the link being strong sense I was your creator ..” come with me mouse “ I say alluringly and smirk to myself darkly as I lead you. Walking to the mirror I open it and walk inside the passage way to the lower level of the theater in we’re I lived to keep my eye on you .

@Jeff Satur ⚸ I stood there the moment I heard your voice and froze, not because I didn't have the strength to run, I could easily open that door and rush down the halls of the theatre's backstage area... but the thought of all the humans that I worked with here, all the humans I would be sending to their death if they wanted to help me and then you touched me. Your nails trailing along my bare flesh and my hand trembled against the doorknob as I squeezed the metal tighter. my jaw clenched and my eyes flicker from their normal deep brown to their vampiric crimson colour.
Don't touch me.
I said coldly and turned enough to smack your hand away from me with such rage as I stared at your chest, my eyes remaining their since the sight of your face would be enough to potentially trigger a blinding rage within me. I paused for a moment and then I found my words and spoke them out in the open
Still stupid... i guess in those eighty something years your brain is still as small and as smooth as ever huh? Poor you...
I spit out my insults and turned my head to look toward the wall with a disgusted look on my face as my eyebrows lowered a little
Now leave... I hate wasting my time on moronic, mental or hideous creatures, and you tick all three of those. So leave before I make you wish you'd stayed away from me..

@Duc Tran Nguyen ⚸ There .. there it was that beautiful tone in your voice filled with fear. The smell of your blood from your pricked finger fills my nostrils as he release a low chuckle . Stepping from out of the shadows I click my tongue , my long nails trace the lining of the design against the vanity ..” what’s the matter little mouse ?”l muse .”.. did you not like my gift ?” I question stepping closer standing behind you now ..” it seems ..” leaning forwards I trace the tip of my long nails against your shoulder blade moving your long locks to the side…” I caught my mouse “

@Jeff Satur ⚸ Letter after letter i read them with a soft smile on my lips, the kindness these strangers gave to me, the compliments and how my music touched them in some way made my heart flutter and brought slight tears to my eyes from the emotions of it all. these were things I could keep, letters, like all the letters before these ones. kind words I would spend all night reading at times when I was alone, when I felt alone and worthless. my hand slid against the vanity and searched for another letter bit I was pricked by something, a thorn... and when my eyes lifted from the card in my hand, my heart sank in my stomach. No... no no no no no no no... That is all i could think of as I slowly placed the card down, trying to act as calm as possible. My body slowly raising from the chair and selfishly and without thinking I bolted for the door. My long, jet black locks flowing behind me as my hand gripped the doorknob and I thought for a moment 'i'm safe, i'm going to be okay.'

@Duc Tran Nguyen ⚸ Here I was , nearly 87 years sense the last time I saw my little mouse. Beautifully graceful walking and owning the stage just like the past. I disguise myself between the loud crowd as they cheer for you and call your name , men looking at you with lust and desire in their veins . Truth be told if I could do so without being notice I would gauge out every single one of their eyes . So they have no sight of you . Finding the idea utterly tempting I have to shake off my thoughts as the only thing I’m here for and came for was you . My little mouse . I told you before I’d always find you no matter how far you run and here we are ironic isn’t it ?- watching the curtains close I take that as my Que to leave the open room of the theater and walk behind the backstage room . Finding your suite was easy getting inside easier. As I enter the room k take in the scent of you spotting the display of bouquets of flowers and cards from admirers . Flicking my fingers against them I open my crimson coat to bring out a single black rose with a crimson ribbon tied as bow along the stem and place it at the vanity table knowing it’ll take you sometime to notice it but the thrill of seeing the fear in your eyes gives me muse I need .
Hearing voices I wasted no time to hide myself in the shadows and waist for your arrival .

@Jeff Satur ⚸ I listened to the crowd as they stood to their feet and clapped. The joy my music and dancing brought to the people, to humans was something that almost made me feel alive again. i took one more bow and smiled at everyone as my eyelashes fluttered and soon the curtains closed. With a soft sigh, I looked toward the other performers and smiled a little before I placed my Đàn nguyệt in it's case and walked toward my dressing room. a few vases had been placed on my vanity filled with colourful flowers and a few cards and boxes of chocolates that would either be thrown away or given to someone in the theatre before i went home.
just to do the same thing again tomorrow...
i murmured to myself and pulled the pin that held the long, 26'' wig's hair up, but as those long, black locks ran down my back like a waterfall, I took the first layer of my outfit off, the robe that was adorn with golds and reds was now hanging off my chair, my chest and body covered by a cream coloured, sleeveless dress. the silk fabric brushing against my thighs as I leaned back in my chair and stared at my flawless makeup that remained on my face and stared for a while at my ageless face.
beautiful forever...
i scoffed and reached for one of the cards and began to read the kind words that were handwritten inside to try and make myself feel a tad bit better

@Duc Tran Nguyen ⚸ The human curiously peaked through the inch opening between the door, catching a glimpse of the mirror with lights and scattered of clothes along with makeup on the countertop. He should have been just as cautious as he was curious, perhaps he would have noticed the prescene sneaking up on him, would save him a heart attack too.

When there seemed to be no one in the room, he was defeated and drew back, ready to go home but as he turned he jumped, his heart leaped with him when he saw the man he was looking for. His hand rested on his chest, to keep his heart contain in the chest cavity, his eyes wide as he was up close with the performer, capable of seeing the details of his makeup that painted his features.

He fluttered his lashes and took a single step back, he stammered his answer with no eye contact, his cheeks rosy because he wouldn't dare want those things with anyone. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I-I'm not what you think I am, I know I may look like it...." Hyungwon was far from a , he barely had needs or even dirty thoughts to fill his imaginative brain. And here he was lack-clustered to prove he wasn't a peeking in a dressing room.

"I just um never met a vampire, well I have but, I mean a pretty performing vampire is different. I just wanted to know if you were a vampire...t-that's all. I'm not a ." The last bit was brilliant ending, equivalent to when people say they are a good person, you don't usually need to say it out loud, unless it wasn't true. He stood there, hoping his wonderful, charismatic speech would win the jury of this stranger.

@Chae Hyungwon The night expands as black angel wings, protect earth as she drifts into her deep slumber. The sound of the applauses and a fair few men whistling lingered in his ears as he watched the curtains close. The sound of the thick, heavy fabric of the curtains clicking as they hit each other made the vampire exhale softly. “Duc, you were perfect… as usual. Flawless.” He heard the conductor say as she gave him a tight squeeze that he easily reciprocated. The warmth of her body against his left him tightening his arms around her briefly before releasing her. His eyelashes fluttered as he slowly removed the headpiece and the pin holding the hair of his wig up. The sight of the long, jet-black locks cascading down his shoulders and hugging his hips so effortlessly had him putting down the Đàn nguyệt in its case once he picked it up from its stand.

“I don’t understand why she always has me go last. If I go first I can’t go home…” the vampire whispered to himself and frowned a little once he noticed it was already eleven minutes til midnight. But Duc knew why, he knew it was because if he went first most of the crowd would leave afterward… but how was that his problem? Also, why does he have to be the one to do weekends as well? He already did most of the weekdays… he might as well live there. And now he was hungry, starving. “Don't worry I will get off before eleven. that was stupid to promise that, guy he won’t be calling me back. Now what am I supposed to do, go to a bar? Ew, no thanks.” The Vietnamese man was so busy murmuring to himself that he didn’t realize he made a wrong turn and ended up on the other end of the back. “I swear, the next time she asks me to do a Sunday, I’m saying no. I deserve a weekend too. I deserve to have a life.” The vampire began to grumble before he was but ten feet from his dress room. And what did he see? A guy peeking inside his dressing room.

With silent steps, he wandered behind the much taller man and blew on the back of his neck once his head had tilted upward. “If you’re attempting to see if I have a or not. I do. But if you’re here to see me in general, you should offer a guy dinner first.” Duc’s voice was playful but also laced with exhaustion from the emotionally taxing thoughts of missing out on feeding and losing his Sunday night.

@Duc Tran Nguyen ⚸ Hyungwon was on his way home, he never had plans or did much besides going to work, reading and sleeping at home, once in a blue moon he would visit his dad in the country. But he stop in the midst of his regular route home, his eyes drawn to a colourful poster with a rather beautiful person posing, advertising a show taking place at the theatre. The tall human took a few steps closer to admire the details of the poster, the costume and makeup that this performer had on them. He mentally though, whoa what a star.

He took a single step, ready to head back on his path only to hear chatter between two strangers who were also admiring the poster. They talked about the person on the flyer, and shared possible rumours about the man. Hyungwon was drawn to the possibility of these rumors, that this performer was a vampire.

Plans had changed for Hyungwon, he found himself buying a ticket right away and sitting inside the Grand theatre, his heart racing with exhilaration as he waited to see the vampire star perform before his very eyes.

The show finished, he ended up being in such a haze, he couldn't remember any of the other performers besides Duc. He couldn't peel his eyes away from his every movement, heck he didn't even know if he even blinked during it all.

Everyone was heading home but Hyungwon needed more, it wasn't enough, he just wanted a closer peak at this star. So h managed to sneak by the crowd and found himself where he shouldn't be, behind the stage, peeking behind the door that led to where Duc may possible be.