Summary: The noble listener attends a masquerade and feels bored by all the stuck up lords and ladies around them, until a particularly charming masked guest shows up and offers them a dance. Unbeknownst to them, they have just agreed to a waltz with an age-old vampire. 

After some flirting and dancing the two of them step outside for some fresh air and a little walk where the listener finds themselves cornered. There, the vampire shows a much more dominant side than before and reveals themselves as what they truly are. The listener then has the choice to stay or run off to safety. 

You can cut out the feeding scene at the end if you’re not comfortable with that kind of stuff yet. It’ll just impact the length of the story a bit. ^^

~2000 words/ 7-15 mins Audio (depending on feeding or no feeding, speed of speech, sfx, etc.)

Author’s note: still a noob so any criticism or tips are very appreciated. If anyone wants to form a writer’s alliance to swap out scripts to read over before publishing or do collabs that would be awesome! (Please. I could really use some more writer friends :>)

Usage: I don't really mind. Change stuff if you want, improvise, add or remove bits, make it nsfw if that’s what you like. Feel free to ask me if you have any questions about the contents/format/rules/whatever. 

Monetization/paywall is ok with me as long as I get credited and can listen to it afterwards! Have fun :D

Sfx don’t need to be added but you know the drill; it enhances the experience if you have access to them.

Setting: an old time-y ballroom within a castle, illuminated with candlelight from multiple magnificent chandeliers hanging from a high marble ceiling, barely after sunset as the first stars begin to glimmer in the night’s sky. The ballroom is connected to a vast garden through grande, open doors.

[these are for sfx, vocal cues, actions and tips] 

this is for intonation/ emphasising a word 

line breaks or … are for pauses to breathe/ where the character looks around or thinks, in some occasions where the listener speaks/reacts

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[sfx: non-copyrighted music fitting the setting, ball dance music/old-timey waltz if possible]

[let the music go for a little, maybe some quiet chatter in the background indicating that the listener is standing by, watching others dance]

Having fun, my Dear? 

I’m surprised a mortal being of your grace has not been asked to dance yet. It seems as though all these fine lords and ladies are blind, to ignore somebody as refined as yourself. 

Despite that mask of yours, I can just feel your beauty radiating, my Dear. 

[pause as character listens to music]

This particular composition is one of my favourites. As you don’t seem busy at the moment, may I ask for this dance? 

[short pause, listener cocks their head, then shrugs and nods with an intrigued smile]

I’ll take that as a yes? Delightful. 

Come, take my hand and join me. I promise I won’t bite. Unless you ask me to, that is. [little smirk/chuckle]

[short pause as they walk onto the dancefloor. Chatter now resides]

Have you ever been to such a splendid dance before? I must say, I very enjoyed my first masquerade. But on this one..? [sigh] The company I had prior to you was rather boring.

I do find it somewhat amusing to judge people on their body language and aura, rather than their looks. Don’t you agree, my Dear?

I could be a monster beneath this mask for all you know. But if I was, I probably wouldn’t be so confident, right? – You might never know. [chuckle]

[short pause as character thinks]

In today’s time, people have become even more superficial it seems. Only judging others on how beautiful they seem according to ever-changing trends. 

Isn’t it boring to only talk to those who can afford ‘beauty’?

I have seen too many volatile trends in my time. They come and go…

One day you must be corpulent and healthy with long, full hair, the next you must poison yourself to look as sickly and thin as you can. 

[sigh]

It must be such a hassle to constantly appease to those unreasonable standards. 

That is why I love these dances more than anything. Now your charm is what sets you apart, not how slim or wide your face is. 

Of course, it will never be truly impartial. There will always be the fit of clothing and the colour of skin peaking through the costumes. 

But I feel as though it does make a difference.

I truly believe those who are not following all trends of beauty know their true virtues are made of grace and intelligence, kindness and courage. Not simply a face and body. 

That is not to say you aren’t beautiful, my Dear. But I do believe you would be just as enticing in any shape you chose.

But who am I to judge? [little chuckle]

I apologise for my rambles. I’m sure this is not what you agreed to, when I asked you to dance. 

[pause as listener chuckles and shrugs]

So I take it you don’t mind? I’m glad you’re enjoying my company nonetheless.

It is truly a pleasure to share this delightful music with you. Your dancing is quite excellent too, my Dear. 

Your elegance is simply ethereal. And if I had to guess, [lean in here; soft, quiet and flirty voice will make your listeners go FERAL] …I’d say the rest of you would be, too.

[either little chuckle here at listener getting flustered or just pretend like NOTHING happened]

You look as though you are beginning to enjoy yourself a little more, my Dear. 

Yes, I can tell you’re smiling more than before. Just standing around and watching others dance stiffly does sound unenjoyable.

Your dance is much smoother than theirs. Much more elegant. 

Doesn’t it almost feel like we’re floating through the ballroom? 

You’re truly intoxicating, my Dear. And that perfume of yours is.. quite divine. Such a sweet, alluring scent. Though, that could just be your natural fragrance. 

It’s quite tempting, I must admit.

[short pause]

Oh dear, you look a little flushed. Shall we step outside for a moment? 

You’ll be able to catch your breath there. The air is quite thick in here. 

Shall I accompany you? 

[short pause where the listener agrees]

Splendid, my Dear. Let’s go, then.

[sfx: music resides as characters make their way through the crowd, finally stepping outside to the fresh air. Music is slightly muffled now]

[sfx: wind rustling through trees, maybe a nightingale singing quietly]

[sfx: two sets of footsteps on the garden grounds, indicating the two are taking a little walk, music fading further]

[deep breath] Ahh the air is so nice and crisp out here. 

Look, the first stars are beginning to show. 

Oh, I love dusk, just after sunset and right before nightfall. Where the moon is crowning bright above the horizon and the sky is still coloured in a deep red, mixed with gentle hues of pink and purple. 

It’s such a poetic time of day, don’t you agree, my Dear?

[sfx of footsteps stop, music stops fading further, just playing very quietly in the background]

Its beauty can almost compare to you, Dear. 

Almost.

But not quite. 

[leaning in and taking a gentle breath]

Now that your smell is isolated from the crowd, it proves even more sublime and endearing than I first thought. 

[listener backs away, maybe some sfx of footsteps going backwards?]

Oh don’t be frightened now.

[approaching again, cornering the listener]

If you keep backing away like that I’ll have you pinned in a moment. [flirty chuckle]

You noticed the change in my eyes, didn’t you? But don’t be scared, my Dear.

I won’t hurt you unless I have your consent.

[approaching, maybe a little thump sfx of the listener hitting the wall]

[really close now, somewhere between flirting and taunting] 

I can hear your heart beating faster, Dear. The adrenaline is only amplifying your enchanting scent. 

[short pause, maybe the character gently smelling the listener’s neck]

[little sigh, soft voice] I’m sure you can tell I’m not mortal. 

I suppose it’s quite obvious now, my Dear.

Have you ever heard the name ‘Cecil del-Arastoth’? [cecilia for all the va queens out there]

[short pause to watch the listener react, then a knowing chuckle]

I figured you were the type to read books of vampires. That saves me a lot of time.

May I know your name too, now that you have mine?

[pause for listener to reply shakily]

Ah, a name like velvet on my tongue. It does sound vaguely familiar.

I have not fed on you yet, have I? I’m sure I’d remember such a lovely scent.

[deep sigh]

Isn’t the air just lovely tonight? 

The light is fading and you find yourself backed against a castle wall, pinned by a vampire. 

Isn’t it exciting, my Dear? 

The thought of me having you right here and now, away from prying eyes and bright ballroom light?

Not a soul would hear you over the orchestra playing within the thick, marbled walls.

[whispering into the listener’s ear] The smell of fear on you is secondary, my Dear. Should I have a guess what the primary one is? [teasing]

Oh don’t get flustered now. There’s no shame in enjoying something like this. [really really close now] No need to be shy.

[slightly leaning back again] But after all, I am a (man/lady) of my word. 

I won’t bite unless I have permission. 

But the way you’re tilting your head, desperately avoiding my gaze whilst presenting your lovely neck to me… it almost feels like an invitation, my Dear. [playful, flirty]

[leaning in again] I’m not holding you down just yet. I give you five seconds to push me away and run off to safety. If you don’t, I’ll take it as your consent to have my way with you. 

Look, I’ll even take a step back.

[step back and take your time counting. The more confident and teasing the voice the better]

Five…

Four…

Three…?

Two.

One.

[If you don’t want to have the feeding scene, have the listener run away here and the vamp say something like ‘Good choice, Sweetheart’ and a chuckle. Sfx of running obviously. If you do feel comfortable with feeding, just ignore this and keep going]

[taking a step towards the listener again, actually pinning them this time indicated by:

Sfx: one quick step, soft thud, fabric shuffling]

[soft but dominant/stearn. Meaning they are gentle but determined rather than rough and loud] Look at me, my Dear. Look into my eyes.

That’s all your doing. You made this happen. With your way, your charm, your elegance.

You, my Dear, are bringing out some unusually animalistic characteristics of mine.

I’m not sure what it is about you, but somehow.. 

[character shifting; mumbling into the listener's ear] you are driving me insane.

And I can tell I’ve been having a similar effect on you. [chuckle]

You don’t mind me trailing my finger down your neck, do you, my Dear?

Your skin illuminated by moonlight is even more majestic than below the candles inside. 

I believe the moon changes the atmosphere of scenes. 

The way it’s making your eyes shimmer below that mask of yours. How it colours your hair and how your blush seems to brighten below it.

I bet it would look lovely on your crimson blood, making it shine like lavish ruby, finest silk. Like purest silver.

[short pause where the character thinks and admires, maybe a little dry swallow - not too loud tho and a little breath]

To think a demon such as myself would even be able to withstand such angelic, ethereal beauty…

[short pause of thought]

Would you mind if I took that mask off of you? 

I want to take in your facial expressions fully. Admire all of your features. See everything that face of yours is capable of.

In exchange, I will allow you to see mine, too, of course.

Does that sound like a fair deal to you, my Dear?

[pause where the listener thinks for a moment, then nods hesitantly]

Such a good Sweetheart. I’ll be letting go of you to take off your mask. [lean in, teasing/flirty] last chance to run away. [chuckle]

[sfx: fabric shuffling as the character lets go of listener’s arm and gently pulls the mask off]

[shaky breath]

[character proceeds to take their own mask off. Sfx of mask dropping onto the floor? What would those masks be made of? Wood? Thin metal?]

[I wish you could pick somebody’s chin up through audio]

[stearn] Look at me, Dear. Don’t you dare look away now.

Look into my eyes.

Look at what you’ve made me do…

[shaky little breath]

The way my fangs lust for you, how I can feel my body shiver with anticipation just thinking of touching you. This is a very.. unusual feeling. [little thinking pause] So very strange…

[short pause, maybe a little cloth shuffle as the character moves close again. Like really close]

Tell me, how long have you been fantasising about being bitten by a vampire? Has it been months? Years, even?

Do you wish for that fantasy to finally become a reality, my Dear?

[short little pause where listener looks away in embarrassment]

[cocky smirk/little chuckle] You do, don’t you.

Last chance to say no, my Dear.

Oh, don’t look away now. Or are you.. presenting your neck to me? [cocky/flirty]

[whispered] Last chance now.

[very short pause]

[chuckle] Fine with me.

[like a mph sound/little moan as you bite. I’ve heard some ppl make an armph sound like biting into a burger? Idk. You’re gently biting somebody’s neck, not cannibalising them lmao]

[little sound of enjoyment. A moan/sigh/some groaning/all of the above?]

[feeding sounds for a little while. Little moans, shaky breaths, groaning, whimpering, drinking sounds? - not slurping. Listener is not soup]

Damn you taste delicious-

[gentle kisses and feeding sounds, light swallowing and a shaky breath]

Feels good, doesn’t it?

[moaning and further blood sucking, little whimpers in between/heavy breathing for a little while]

God, that’s good- [groaning/sounds of enjoyment] Want me to keep going..?

[kissing sounds and a little swallow]

Mmh, I just can’t get enough of this.

[whispered/mumbled] You taste even better than you look, Darling.

[little moan, sudden realisation, last little swallow]

Jesus- [shaky breath] Damn it - I have to contain myself. [unsure/awkward chuckle]

You probably wouldn’t enjoy if I just sucked you dry by accident-

[deep breath to calm down again]

Are you alright, my Dear?

A bit shaky? That’s normal. But as soon as you start seeing black, signal me.

[little pause of inspecting the listener] 

This kind of bloodless pale suits you, my Dear. You look hauntingly beautiful.

It really brings out the colours of your eyes.

Thank you for this, Darling. You were quite the refreshment after the agonisingly boring company I had before.

I hope to hear from you again in the future, now that you know my name. 

But don’t tell anyone about this. Otherwise they would forbid you to see me again. 

Losing you would be.. quite the shame. 

I can think of a few more ways to have my fun with you.

[short pause, listener stumbles]

[sfx: stumbling?]

Oh! Should I carry you? You look quite weak, Dear. 

I suppose I overdid it a little…

[sfx: clothes shuffling. Or whatever noise somebody being picked up makes]

There you go.

Oh no, it’s not an issue. You barely weigh anything to me. I could throw you, if I wished. 

I won’t throw you, Dear. I promise.

[sfx: footsteps, character walking off - Aaaand: cut!]