✙ ▬ Ｔｒｅａｄｉｎｇ Ｒｅｄ Ｗａｔｅｒｓ
Silhouettes swayed in the multicolored strobes, electronic music danced beneath his skin while the bittersweet concoction slid down his throat. The club looked more like a collection of shadows than a gathering of people. There is little to no sign of life, if any, it did not last for very long. In a matter of minutes, there was only traces of what could have been. The rustic scent deluded into a soft musky odor proved it to be a cavern of his kind. Red eyes made eminent by the pale faces attempted to be concealed underneath layers of cream that withered away, leaving traces in only the faint scent of their incessant desire for life. The movements were slow, graceful, almost subtle, but alluring. In passing, the sequences run in slow motion, colors hazy with the sound pounding on the floor and the liquor drowning the scent of death. With his hands, he can count the odd ones out. The sound of their beating hearts louder than the music, the muscle so vulnerable, the decadent scent of blood, rushing across their bodies. But the highlight was their lack of awareness of fragility, it made the nights tolerable, pleasing at best.