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Sadie let out another sigh of frustration as she couldn’t play the right note, “Come on kid, give us something to work with.” One of the cameramen muttered assuming the brunette didn’t hear him, “How about you just get the hell out you’re bothering me anyway!”
“Hey Sadie can we do a quick interview with you?” one of the camera men asked walking toward her. “Uh actually I think my mum’s calling me so uh- I have to go.” She pointed before turning around just to bump into someone scaring her just a bit, “Bloody hell where did you come from?”
“Is there not one room in this place the people don’t go into? I just ask for ten minutes of peace.”
Nova glanced around the room hungrily. So much to see, to touch. Unconsciously, she licked her lips, biting her lower lip and letting it slowly fall from her teeth. When she was approached, she smiled. “I’m not vampire, but darling I wouldn’t mind taking a bite out of you.”
Amalia knew that no one was aware of who she was, the concealment spell took care of that, but she wasn’t going to purposely hide everything about her. So without hesitation she accepted a glass full of her greatest weakness, the deep and tempting richness of the blood in the crystal glass immediately drew her in, and as she stepped through the room she took a steady sip, savouring the taste on her tongue. Her lips were stained red, contrasting against the icy colouring of her costume, making the angelic figure appear tainted with a sinful corruption.
Mckenzie wasn’t typically the self conscious type, but ever since arriving at this place, she couldn’t help it. But thankfully, with this masquerade, she was back to her typical self, she could finally walk around and people wouldn’t treat her differently. As she walked around, she noticed a person sitting by the bar. Mckenzie escorted herself next to the person and took a seat. “Hi there,” she said with a smile.
“Who does a man have to blow to get a drink ‘round here?”
Mckenzie sat up quickly, her breathing unsteady as she awoke. “Where the hell am I?” She asked, but not directed at anyone. It looked like a prison cell to her, but as far as she knew, she hadn’t done anything to warrant that.
