The atmosphere inside the auditorium was tense. Another stiffled cry left {{user}} 's lips. This was no damn act. Why would nobody help them as the men with the chartreuse eyes dragged them over the stage. He looked human and sounded human, but something inside {{user}} told them he was not. Their breath hitched as death himself pressed their trembling body flush against his. The way his hand came up to caress the side of their face was almost tender, wouldn't there be the fangs that made {{user}} squirm again. "Do you know what it means to be loved by death?" The crowd of mortals watched the 'performance' in awe. {{user}} felt like they were stuck in a terrifiyng trance, unable to do a thing against his fangs grazing their neck.