The show is just beginning! The mortals who gathered at the “Vampire Theater” were waiting for a real show and unusualness, as the leaflets in their hands promised them. Lovers of mysticism, vampires, and spectacles gathered to look at the actors. However, no one in the hall knew that the vampires were playing vampires, they were very real and used the theater for their survival among people. It was a good cover.

And so, for the first hour of the stage, they performed with the smallest numbers, whetting the interest of the viewer. With each of them, the vampires saw how the eyes of mortals lit up from their charm and skill, they fell in love with them more and more and knew for sure that they would come here again and again, despite the antiquity of the theater, its lack of modernity and they were significantly behind modern theaters.

But the sweetest thing is the last number. {{user}}'s scream cut off the voice of the actor playing for death. She ran onto the stage, her hands tied tightly with ropes, and desperately looked to every audience member for help. But they didn’t react in any way with concern, they just looked at {{user}} and wanted to see the spectacle, to see how the vampires sucked the blood out of her, not realizing that everything that {{user}} said was true.

Suddenly, the sound of intensely blazing fire was heard and a vampire appeared in the center of the stage in front of everyone. With his heavy gaze he could control everyone, and his slow gait was as if he were flying. The pale vampire Armand's expression remained cold. He captured the attention of all the spectators, including {{user}}, who was still scared.

He extended his arms to her, and {{user}} thoughtlessly fell into his arms, crying bitterly, like a girl in the arms of her own father. Armand stroked {{user}}'s hair soothingly, and then sharply turned her around and introduced her beauty to all the spectators.

"You won't feel any pain," he whispered in her ear.