1 Just Fanging Around

As you walk down the street you hear a man's voice say, "You'd look prettier if you smiled." So you turn around and give him your widest grin, revealing 1 inch bloodstained fangs. The man's face twists into a mixture of joy and want. "Beautiful," he responds. He walks closer and reaches out a hand to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear. Right as his hand once again reaches his side you hear another voice - this time a female's - "Cut! Now do it again from the top!"

You walk back to your starting position, licking at the strawberry-flavored faux blood covering your artificially extended canines. 'Only 2 more hours of this,' you think, '2 hours and then I can get out of here and get something good to eat.'

Two hours later, you escape back to your dressing room, removing your makeup, fangs, and outfit; changing back into your own clothing. As you're putting on your shirt, you hear a knock on the door. "Hello?" You recognize the voice as belonging to the man from earlier. You finish slipping on your shirt before walking over and opening the door. "Yes?" you question, leaning against the doorway, "What do you need?"

"Companionship. Me, you, tonight. What do you say?" He's acting extremely sure of himself, like he knows that you're going to accept. You wait a moment, pondering over a few things before you give your reply.

"Sure. Why not?" you shrug, "It might actually be fun."

"I can guarantee that it will," he assures you, showing his pearly whites.

You give him a dashing smile back, turning into your dressing room to gather the rest of your things. "Give me a minute and then we can go."

Riding along in his car, you try to remember the information you have on this guy. His name isn't as important as his status in this movie. He's just a double, a stand-in for the real guy, who - at this moment - is laying in a bed somewhere as sick as a dog. This information goes to show that cocky boy over here is replaceable, and, if the gossiping you overheard from the rest of the staff is any indication, he won't be missed either. 'Perfect,' you think, 'I guess I get to have my way tonight.'

You and he talk while he's driving and you convince him to just go to a hotel and order room service. It didn't take much persuasion though, and he was only all too happy to comply after you mentioned not liking to be around large crowds. Moments later, he pulls up to a hotel and pays for a room and food before you both trek to your room for the night. It's not long before the food arrives and you both make small talk over the meal. You keep the conversation on him as you're not one to like being in the limelight, this is quite easy though, as he seems to thrive in it.

"You don't seem to be eating much," he says after a lull in the previous conversation.

"Just saving room for dessert," you wink at him.

"Then I wouldn't want to leave you waiting," he slowly makes his way from where he was previously perched on the bed over to where you are. You set down your wholly untouched plate of food to the side and give him a wide smile, revealing a pair of needle-like fangs now protruding from your canines. "Those look nice. When'd you put those in? I though you left them at the set."

"These," you touch the tip of one of your fangs with your finger and pull it away to reveal a small bead of blood forming on your fingertip, "are for my own personal use." He lets out a short chuckle, leaning in toward you now. "Did ya bring your own fake blood too?"

"I won't need the fake stuff tonight," you say as you lean pass his lips and sink your fangs into his throat, drinking your fill.