My director Melanique had done an excellent job when she cast this ballerino.
Vaslav was tall with beautifully defined muscles. His curly blond hair was swept back off his face to reveal piercing blue eyes that the stage lighting always captured in the most breathtaking ways.
It was no coincidence that the first five rows of the theater were always filled by women. Not one man sat in those seats, as if even married women told their husbands to not worry aboutgoing tothisballet for the season. Instead, they gathered all their female friends to join them in drooling over him.
Currently, Vaslav quaked before me, shirtless with those form-fitting white pants on that accentuated not only his sculpted thighs, but his very big bulge.
He held a sword in his right hand.
Staying in character, he took one nervous step back.
Hissing, I took a confident step forward.
One woman in the audience yelled out, “Don’t hurt him!”
Several people shushed her.
Slowly, I lifted my hands above my head, exposing the long silver claws on my fingertips.
The sound of dark trombones rushed in and drowned out the violins.
Vaslav raised his sword high.
The audience gasped.
That silver blade reflected the stage lights, casting long streaks of brilliance over the mesmerized faces watching him.
He moved towards me—graceful steps measured and precise—a dance of impending doom set to the eerie orchestration.
Every muscle in his toned body tightened as he prepared to strike. His intense gaze never left mine, and it was a silent vow that he would end my reign of terror, before I got a chance to start it.
The audience pulsed with shared suspense.
Surely this was the moment of truth.
Would he truly be able to end me—the powerful Vampire Queen?
But then, all too suddenly, the music rose to a crescendo and I moved. With a swift flick of my claws and a dramatic spring in my step, I launched myself into the air.
The clear wires tightened around my waist, lifting me so high that I soared above him.
He swung his sword at my feet, and it only met empty air.
I landed gracefully behind him.
A gasp echoed through the theater.
Vaslav’s shock was visible as he whirled around in astonishment.
His gaze met mine once again while the audience held their collective breath.
Waiting.
Watching how this deadly ballet would unfold.
I pirouetted around him fast over and over, placing him under my spell.
He parted his lips.
