The dance of The Masquerade

As the face light is turned on, the girl in a red and white dress whispered a story. Far across a land of mystery, there is a contingent which no one dare to enter,

Submerged in the liquid of red

Master of charm yet creature to be alert

Delicate and slender but powerful

Blessed with immortality when being sinful

In a night where performers got to shine, the girl in a dress of green beside continued the story

Sovereign of blood creatures in the coffin

For years an ancestor she’s been waiting

Of the eldest of all

Beauty that sure you will fall

Waiting in the back stage, the lady in red beside me felt a shiver, may because of the coldness of the hall, may because of the wound on her chest and the break bone in her rib, but her eyes were filled with flame of determination and desire, a desire for the stage.

On a night of full moon

In the castle of blood, a girl roam

Out of hunger the girl will be raided

Let us welcome The Masquerade

As the emcee que the last phrase, all the boiling blood in our veins cools down and flow smoothly like streams of red river, from head to toes, we are vampire for the moment. A creature of dark who lives on absorbing human life force in forms of blood, creatures who are pale and petite yet dangerous and monstrous, creature who a human- like but filled with desire of beasts, and the woman in red is our queen. Everything was set for the moment, and the queen is going to lead her vampire squad to rock the stage.

The queen walks boldly to a glass coffin on the centre of the stage, with a sprain on her ankle, an open wound on her chest which underneath is a fracture rib bone, she still walked as if she’s the queen of the world to the coffin which is specially prepared for the queen.

All “vampire” stands in their position, and the music starts. In front of me is a girl in black masquerade. My hand on her waist while hers on my shoulder, on the other side is our hands which were holding, still she kept her cold demeanour, watching only her own hand, as if I am nothing more than just a servant. On the beat of the song, and purple light from the moving head above the stage, we continued moving in six step which completed a cycle dancing a waltz.

The queen is still in hibernation, when we finish the waltz, we bowed down to her. At this moment, an innocent girl ran to the centre of the stage out of nowhere. No human who enters the blood castle shall leave unharmed, the girl struggles while the vampires hunt for her. While struggling she falls for a curse of the vampire having hallucination out of her deepest desire. The queen saw her potential as an ancestor in her desire for power and her hatred for the world. 

 The girl have the honour to dance with the queen, the queen is obsessed with the human and she made her one of us. In the end of the story, a new immortal was born, and a new leader was chosen.

Night has chosen thee; thy death will be thy birth.

Night calls to thee; harken to Her sweet voice.

Your destiny awaits you at THE MASQUERADE

And it marked an end to the performance which we had been practicing for 3 months.