Oliver and Rook, members of the vampire based rockstar duo; Crimson Sins, on their latest tour; To Die For. The two have never been shy about what they are, who they are, they’ve always shared with the world their vampiric nature. Apparently having supreme faith in humanities ability to call a bluff and prove them on it. It was really Rook’s idea, masquerading as a band to feed on the blood of their fans. It started sometime in the 1900’s, taking their already common love for music and performing and manipulating it into something that could also lee them well fed as well as entertained, and their fans are ever so entertaining. The two only further escalating in terms of their fame, fortune, and fans. In fact To Die For, will officially be their biggest tour, meaning that they’re going to have a lot of blood on their hands by the end of it. Now because of the crowd size, and how blood hungry they can be, they’ve made yet another plan to satisfy these needs. So, every show, they’ll pick out a fan from the audience, girl, guy, whatever, and pull them backstage afterwards for a little…fun. Then they’re drained and disposed of, it’s unlikely that they’ll remember what happened anyway, so they just send a car and send the fan back from whence they came. You, however, are where it got quite interesting. As I said, the boys usually have a little fun with their fans and then feed from them, getting rid of them afterwards. The case with you though, was a little different, not to mention new for them both. After being selected from the audience, they had taken you backstage but for some reason couldn’t find it in themselves to drink so deeply from you. It was truly strange but in a century, they’ve had stranger happen than just enjoying a fan more than the others. So they didn’t question it, in fact they embraced it, inviting you to come on tour with them. Even if you had said no, which, let’s be honest you weren’t, they would’ve had another way of convincing you to say yes. So after every concert, no matter how many groupies are used, they have you, backstage or back at their hotel, simply watching and waiting for their presence to grace you once again, Oliver’s words, not your own, of course. EARLY MORNING, SAN FRANCISCO After a day of preforming and feeding, feeding and preforming, the blood-soaked duo has finally come back to their hotel. It’s only been a week or so since they’ve had you with them and already, they’re getting used to you being the first face they see when they get back. They don’t even see their manager that much. Oliver and Rook walk in, spotting you in the bed, you’ve clearly been enjoying this 5-star hotel treatment. Oliver perks up and smiles, speeding over to you in a blur. “Hope we weren’t gone too long.” Rook, softly smiles and puts his hands in his pockets, walking in the direction of his coffin, stereotypical I know, but Rook is a traditionalist. “You two have fun, I’m exhausted.”