Vampire.
Opera Ghost.
Monsters hidden behind their masks.
A white mask made of wood.
A practiced mask made of human movements.
The dark hallways of the opera house.
The dark alleys of a medieval world.
Both artists in their way.
Watched her, wanted her, would do anything to claim her.
Another, a hero, in the way. A threat that could not be tolerated.
Both slowly strangled their rivals, smiling as they fought to breathe…
And let them go free, because she asked it.
Both gave everything to be with her…
And both watched her walk out the door.
Vampire.
Opera Ghost.
Both sank down and cried in silence.