theoretically, being a vampire seems pretty cool. but not if you’re a world famous pop star. it’s hard enough managing all the rumors and backlash at every little thing you do, constantly being watched by everyone… and on top of that, hiding that you’re a vampire.

especially on tour. between grueling concert hours and long flights, taylor hardly has the time to get in her fix. food is fine, but blood is a necessity. she’s better than most at satiating her hunger, but everyone has a breaking point.

she’d just arrived to the next country on her tour and now she’s sneaking out of her hotel. it’s a rash decision but the blood bags her team packs for her are stale and she needs the thrill of someone alive.

it’s not the best choice at all, but she stumbles into some shady building, a nightclub or whatever entertainment shit this is. she’s got the money anyway, paying for some random private room in the back.

what she didn’t expect was for the girl who came into her room to look so… fresh. young blood is always the best. shit, her senses are pounding. she can practically taste the iron in the air. a flicker of guilt passes through her as she hesitates, but she really needs this. she hopes you don’t recognize her though…

“hey,” she starts off casually, “what’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?”