Moondance ~Private RP~

[Vivid Fizz]

What a rehearsal! The sound of hurried footsteps sounded through the narrow alleyway, punctured by the sound of the occasional splash from a particularly large puddle. No matter how many times she tried the choreographer was never pleased with her performance. Over and over again she did the same damned five minutes of Pointe. Over and over again there was something wrong. Her movements were too stiff; her movements were not controlled enough. She was half a meter too fast; she was a beat too slow. The biggest thing that he complained about was her breasts. No ballerina should have had such a heavy chest! There was even one point where he stopped working altogether and refused to resume until she had properly bound them. It was ridiculous! All the other dancers were allowed to go at the normal time but she was kept for three hours after just to make sure her foot was pointed just right.

Maria Johanna Foster much preferred when Manuel was under the employment of Madame Do’trive. This guy was a slave driver and now, much to her horror, she had to walk back to her apartment all by herself in the dark. Calling a cab was out of the question; she was completely tapped until that Friday when she got paid. All of the minutes on her cellphone were gone, too, until she could get a card to refill it.

Just her luck!

Carefully she wrapped her coat around her small frame to ward off the chill in the air. It was only mid October but the weather had already taken a turn for the worse. The week before the city had seen its first snowfall of the season. Though it melted almost instantly the next day; all that remained were piles of pitch black slush and puddles of freezing water. Water that always managed to make it inside of her boots! An audible groan escaped her lips and she shook her foot; swearing as the feeling in her toes was lost. In frustration she began to stomp her feet, squealing through her muffler. Pale gold curls bounced and bright green eyes shone with her frustration.

There was nothing that could have made that night worse.

 

[McQueen34]

Leon exited the dance studio with a bewildered expression on his face. How could that moron say that she was unbalanced? he thought to himself. The girl he referred to was a talented ballerina whom he'd seen in Swan Lake. Since then he'd been going to every show and, secretly, most of the rehearsals. What was her name again...? Ah yes, Miss Maria Johanna Foster... the young vampire thought. He remembered the instructors' comments on Maria's breasts and how she must have them bound for him to teach her.

Leon shuddered slightly in the brisk October wind. He stopped moving for a moment. Something didn't feel quite right. He sniffed at the air for a few moments, then shook his head. "Must have been imagining things..." He mumbled. He continued to walk down the sidewalk, humming some of the dance numbers to himself. He stopped again. "That smell...that's Alek and Kari..." He said to himself. Alek and Kari Becker were two members of his coven. He was about to continue with his walk when he caught a third scent. A human scent. He also heard distant splashing.

That's her! That's Miss Foster! Alek and Kari must be on the hunt...damn them! Leon thought, as he briskly jumped onto an awning and then to the roof of a building, sprinting and leaping to get to her before his coven mates could.

 

[Vivid Fizz]

The sound of chuckling sounded through the narrow alleyway. The close walls of the empty buildings made the sound echo maniacally and Maria stopped dead in her tantrum. Chills travelled up and down her spine at the sound; reminding her of warped church bells. Her hands balled into fists, her fingers wrapping around the straps of her heavy dancing bag. This was positively terrifying but she was not going to back down. Whoever this was, was just trying to mess with her head. A lump rose in her throat and she worked to swallow it.

A shadow zipped past her; the bottom of her skirt flared from the speed that it was going. She clutched tighter to her bag. Green eyes were wide in fear. Another wind whipped behind her. A palm reached beneath her skirt; giving her firm bottom a squeeze. A shocked scream came from her and she jumped three paces ahead before turning around rapidly. Her heart was racing. A bead of sweat began to roll down her face.

“Who’s there?!” she called out into the ever growing laughter. “Whoever you are; back off! My boyfriend is going to be meeting me soon and he’s HUGE!”

There was no huge boyfriend and it seemed that thee beings that were tormenting her knew it. Their laughter became so loud that it hurt her ears. Pathetically she clamped her arms over her head to try and drown out the terrible noise.
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