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The air trembled with bass. Aeryn’s voice cracked against concrete, raw and alive, every word vibrating through ribs and teeth. Vein Theory was back, and the sanctuary beneath Halcyon’s streets pulsed like a living heart. Bodies danced and moved as one, as if they were in a trance of sex and drugs. 

Smoke curled. The crowd swayed. Roxanne grinned over her kit, claws clicking against the rims in perfect time to the music. The speakers vibrating with music as a mist grew around their feet like a perfectly timed fog machine. 
The vapor began to seep around them. 

Seeping through the vents, it was invisible until it caught the red light, swirling like fog that had learned to breathe. The scent rolled through the air. Metallic. Sweet. Thick. It coated tongues, clung to throats. And then…
…time slowed.

The first set of red glowing eyes in the crowd flickered to life.

Then another.
Then another...

The sound warped. The music cracked and died in the speakers as if the amps themselves were choking.

Aeryn staggered back from the mic, silver-chain blindfold glinting under the stage lights. His pupils burned crimson beneath it. Roxanne’s drumsticks dropped, hitting the floor in a hollow, echoing rhythm. Dorian’s bass note held, trembling, the string vibrating long after their hands stopped moving. Rin’s head bowed, breath hitching, fingers clawing at the fretboard.
And then hunger hit.

A feral, unstoppable urge tearing through veins, so sharp it made the air sting. Their bodies moved before their minds could catch up.
Screams twisted through the crowd. It started small until the crowd surged, shoving, crushing. Vampires tore into bystanders, blood spattering across cracked tiles, dripping down onto the stage. The scent was intoxicating like gasoline to fire, but beneath it, something was wrong.

Aeryn’s hands trembled around the mic stand, the metal bending in his grip. His chest heaved. 

[color=red]“Stop—”[/color]

His voice cracked, strangled. No one could hear him. Roxanne was on her knees, one hand gripping her chest, eyes wide as the air shimmered like heat haze. Dorian stumbled backward, staring at their hands like they were no longer their own.

Bodies began to push and slam their way towards the exit as desperate pleas blended in chaos. 
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