τ h ø ɾ ṉ ṡ . ø ṉ . ṿ ï ø l ï ṉ ṡ {Eter!}

[CrimsonMoon]

The slender young man stood just off stage, gazing at the crowd from the darkness of the red velvet curtain. /Big crowd today/ he thinks, pushing back his silky blonde hair from his strikig green eyes. He was wearing the standard tux for a violinist, minus the cheesy tail coat that the older men liked to wear. He held his beautiful ebony instrument close to his side, already feeling every note he would play... The Conductor signals for them all to go one stage, the huge concert hall erupting in applause, people from all around the world came her to watch them, to London! He smiles as e settles in the first chair.. It was a high honor.. He gazes at the conductor as he starts the concert, playing their first song. His green eyes wandered from the sheet music he had memorized a week before, scanning the crowd... Such beautiful people..

[Етеяиiту]

There was a particularly...alluring man in the crowd, he was wearing a suit, like all the other except this particular black haired man had makeup on, his eyes had feather like makeup around his eyes, black inner lining then red branching from the center, pointing at the end. He had a naturally attractive body but it was his eyes, quite hard to see but when you saw them up close, electric green, dazzling, alluring.

He had plans, plans to catch this beautiful violinist he had been attracted to. He knew what he was doing wasn't particularly sane but who said a ridiculed hybrid needed to be sane.

[Етеяиiту]

There was a particularly...alluring man in the crowd, he was wearing a suit, like all the other except this particular black haired man had makeup on, his eyes had feather like makeup around his eyes, black inner lining then red branching from the center, pointing at the end. He had a naturally attractive body but it was his eyes, quite hard to see but when you saw them up close, electric green, dazzling, alluring.

He had plans, plans to catch this beautiful violinist he had been attracted to. He knew what he was doing wasn't particularly sane but who said a ridiculed hybrid needed to be sane.

[CrimsonMoon]

His eyes lock onto this man.. This odd man, he was like... He reminded Elijah of the music he played.. Beautiful but untouchable. He frowns and snaps his focus back to the music, concentrate, when you're in a concert, you cant exactly gawk..

[Етеяиiту]

He looked up at the man playing then stood, they had just taken intermission, this would be over after two more songs, it was time.

[CrimsonMoon]

After the last song, the young man packed his instrument backstage, glancing over the audience one last time to look for the Stranger before sighing, disappointed. He pushes his instrument into the locker, always the last to leave, he shut off the stage lights and made his way to the back door, opening it so the cold air from the rain blasted in, he pulled his hood over his head... Home.. And a warm bath

[Етеяиiту]

The guard who was standing back door was down and suddenly a hand swooped in and covered his mouth. He smiled and pulled him aside "shh my precious, dont scream" he whispered in his ear. His voice was melodious, like a perfectly played song.

[CrimsonMoon]

Elijah yelps and immediately starts to tremble... Shit, he shouldve listened to that crazy cellist and kept a gun on him... He doesnt move but his skin prickles at the man's tone

[Етеяиiту]

He smiled "your going to shelter me for the night or you'll end up like this so called body guard here" he said

[CrimsonMoon]

He glances at the guard shakily and breathes in quickly with terror but nods faintly," o-ok..."

[Етеяиiту]

Before letting him go he whispered, "et si vous essayez d'exécuter ou appeler la police .... j'hésite habitude de vous tuer (and if you try to run or call the police....i wont hesitate to kill you{french})" then took his hand and showed him who it was....the alluring man.

[CrimsonMoon]

He takes a small step, hugging himself but whispers," Y-vous... vous êtes l'homme..(Y-you... you're that man..)" he pauses but nods, the rain having plastered his blonde hair to his head

[Етеяиiту]

His make up was slightly smeared and he walked to a black car "me dire où vous vivez" (tell me where you live) he said opening the passenger door for him.

[CrimsonMoon]

The young man pauses but is reminded of what happened to security guard after tripping over his leg and nearly running into the strange man," Corbeau Ave.. locataire 166(Raven Ave, Tenant 166)," he whipsers breathlessly, trembling fainty... Shit... Shit..

[Етеяиiту]

He nudged him to get in the passenger side then enchanted the lock, causing it to glow faintly, but with the rain, everything seemed to glow.

He got in the drivers side and sped away. He wouldnt get caught, why? Nobody could see them, and though this famous man didnt know that he did and it made him let on the slightest of smirks. Once they got there he looked at the building through the window "tu ferais mieux de ne pas mentir....pour votre propre bien(you better not be lying...for your own sake)"

[CrimsonMoon]

Elijah flinches but doesnt answer, staring out the window... Why would this guy want to live with him? He certainly seemed wealthy enough to own atleast an apartment.. Unless... The way he had looked... What if..? He bites his lip and shakes his head

[Етеяиiту]

He led him up to the house and held his hand out for the key, expecting him not to be too much of an idiot, or was he..that would majorly turn him off.

[CrimsonMoon]

The blonde ducks his head and fishes aroun in his pocked, holding it out to the strange man... He felt so helpless... It felt.. Horrible

[Етеяиiту]

He unlocked the door and led him inside, tossing the key in the bush before walking in, keeping him close behind. "You wont be able to get out, anywhere," he said, "wheres your bathroom?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Upstairs," he says very softy, trying to edge away toward the living room... Toward te back door most likely