unknownballad | ❝ Pleasure is sweetest ❞

❝ Ruvin. ❞ [ beep ]

Contrary to popular belief, Ruvin doesn't spend all his time reveling in being a true monster. He has other interests outside of stretching humans until they break. He has to make some appearance of civility if he doesn't want to be ostracized completely from vampire society.

Every night doesn't have to be a hunt.

Well, that's partly true because he has a pet back home. Beyond that, there are the clubs where he can feed as he likes. As long as he doesn't kill anyone, or damage the workers beyond repair...

But Ruvin likes hunting. He likes the thrill of selecting his next victim, of luring them close enough to strike. The underground feeding clubs aren't the only kind he frequents to find such willing victims.

Tonight, however, finds Ruvin himself in a more mundane situation. If thrills were the only things that kept him going, well, he would've walked into the sun ages ago. So much of life is comprised of the dull, the mundane, the every-day. For vampires as well as humans. That's why, despite vampires being the overlords of the world, very little has changed. Businesses operate, people (human and vampire alike) create, the scent of food fills the air, et cetera, et cetera.

Tonight finds him in some open-air place, seated in a folding chair, listening to live music. It's all be a brief diversion from more exciting plans. His pet at home seems to be deflating more quickly than Ruvin would like. There's a pretty young thing over at Club Amour... He's thinking about the taste of Win when a flash of silvery-white catches his eye. A young man who seems so meek sitting down at the piano on the small stage. So meek until the music fills him.

Ruvin can't tear his eyes away from such a perfect creature.

The music itself doesn't matter to him. It's the way if affects the player that intrigues him. The almost shy way he thanks the small audience before he departs. Perhaps the perfect pet for his pet?

Ruvin doesn't wait around to hear to any more. He buys an armful of roses from the vendor providing flowers and slips from the audience to the 'backstage' area to present them to his newest interest. How long his interest would remain depends entirely on how long it takes for this boy to break under the weight of Ruvin's sadism.

"Your playing is lovely."

𝑰𝒏𝒃𝒐𝒙

@blasfemie