We return to our duo in the lobby of the movie theater. Inside stars are beginning to depart while outside reporters and cameras buzz around in a hurry. Harper Van Helsing, a popular movie star, and Lestat de Lioncourt, a rising musician, are found in the lobby. What looks like two lovers in an embrace is truly two enemies in a brutal staring match.

Let us begin.

Harper stared at him a moment, a look of pure hatred staining her eyes. Her lip curled up into a sneer as she glared at him. "You musicians and your gimmicks..." She hissed. A cold laugh fled the safety of Lestat's heavenly lips as he listened to her words.

"Come now, Harper..." He cackled, his words slipping together in an entrancing whisper. "Shouldn't you, of all people, believe in us?" He cooed darkly, approaching her quickly. His body pressed against her and she shivered from the sudden cold. Lestat ran a hand down her cheek, "After all, you do pretend to be us on screen. Do you not?" He chuckled, moving in on her.

Panic rose in Harper's throat, but still she held her ground, refusing to be pulled into his fantasy. She was sure this was his plan. To send her over the edge. One of seduction and a mix of fear. It was her own indulgence, which was dangerous.. the two of them after the same thing...

"Really now?" She whispered, matching his seductive plot ten fold.

Tip toes! Tip toes!

Harper lifted onto her toes, then one foot lifted off of the ground completely. Lestat's strong arms slid behind her back. His other hand was pressed on the wall behind her. She was caged, still Harper played along. Her face rose to his, their lips closing in on each other. Her heart skipped once. Twice.

"Well then..." She whispered, her lips grazing against his. Lestat moved closer only a little so that her lips were almost pressed against his. "You're out of luck, love. I don't play with dead things." And with that she zipped out of his grasp and headed towards the exit. She listened to the small agitated sigh before turning back to him. "Chop chop, corpse. I don't have all night to dilly dally around."

Men... Her favorite toys.

The rage that had once invaded her eyes was now a fading memory. With that small victory she'd been renewed. Lestat followed her, his face completely blank. That tweaked a nerve. Bloody musician!! Where was the anger? The hurt? Frustration?! His brick wall expression was really pissing her off. She wanted to see depression seep into those black eyes. And then he spoke once more... As if he'd read her mind.

"Sorry to disappoint you, Van Helsing." He spoke to the Brit, a hint of mocking playing in his ever so soft voice.

THAT BASTARD!!

Harper said nothing, only waited for Lestat to open the door for her. He did, of course, smirking in his own small victory. The door closed behind them and flashes erupted, "How long have you two been together?!" A reporter chimed up, shoving a tape recorder towards the pair.

Lestat led her forward, his triumphant smirk ever present. The limo driver opened the door and she slid in. Lestat stood for a moment, waving. He then slid in next to her. She moved across from him as Duncan closed the door. Lestat's eyes became fixed on her and she turned her head the other direction, her hair falling to expose her pale neck.

His gaze lingered there a moment and then they lingered lower until he was roaming back to her face. A sinful angel, staring off into the distance. She faced him once more, "Do you mind?" She hissed staring into his hungry eyes. He looked as if he were devouring her with his every gaze. He yawned, pulling a small phone from his leather pants. His fingers flew over the buttons, and then he shoved it back into his pocket.

The limo finally came to a stop. Harper rolled down the window, staring at the intimidating house, her lips curling up once more. Duncan opened the door slowly, "Have a wonderful evening." He chuckled as Lestat yanked hold of her arm. She hadn't expected it and couldn't get a scream out.

Terror gripped her as she felt the ground disappear from beneath her. "What the.." She huffed, looking at a fanged smile. Harper suddenly understood. "But vampires..." She whispered.

"Don't exist?" Lestat cut int, finishing her sentence for her. She nodded and he cackled darkly, his eyes locked with hers. He grabbed hold of her hand, running it along his chin. "I'm very real Harper." He teased, and her feet suddenly collided with a stable surface.

Harper glanced around and before she could even allow the thought to cross her mind Lestat placed a hand over her mouth. She then screamed against his palm and she struggled against his body. All around here there was nothing but endless black sky. Below her were houses and cars. They were atop a mansion, standing on top of a sun roof.

Only there was a metal cover beneath it and a latch on the transparent plastic. Lestat flipped the latch and then pressed in a code on a tiny, almost invisible to her, pad of buttons. The metal plates began to move and soon they tumbled into a room of people. Well, she tumbled... He landed.

She fell atop the bassists lap and he grinned. "Lestat!" He called to the vampire that was now leaning against the black walls. "You brought me a snack!" He teased bulling the black curls from Harper's neck. She tried to shove him away from her but his grip was iron clad. "She's feisty!" He cackled facing her. He jumped, throwing her forward. "Van Helsing?!" He howled, his charcoal eyes glinting with the surprise.

Harper landed in Lestat's arms and he brushed the hair from her face carelessly. "I'm glad you know our guest." He cackled and Harper shoved away form Lestat.

"I'm not your guest!" She shrieked, anger flaring in her belly. "I'm your bloody captive." She hissed and the keyboardist cackled.

"Not for long, dahlin." She cooed, patting her band mate on the shoulder.

Harper turned back to Lestat, not allowing the fact that he could snap her in two to strike fear in her belly. "Call me a cab." She hissed and all of them burst into snake like laughter. Lestat pulled her toward the door and she yanked free, slapping Lestat as hard as her fragile frame would allow. He didn't even flinch, but he growled none the less.

His band snickered, and Lestat grabbed hold of her. He slammed her back into the wall and another wave of snickers erupted. She squeaked, frightened by his sudden fierceness. "It isn't wise to defy me." He snapped in her face and she recoiled a bit. His eyes blazed down at her and he dragged her out of the little room.

Harper glanced back as he pulled her along, and each of his band mates were grinning from ear to ear. At that very moment she made it a point to think of ways to destroy those sewer rats...

He seemed to drag her along forever. Down sets of stairs. More stairs, through elegant doorways. She hadn't expected him to stop when he did and she ended up pressed against his back. It was then that Harper felt his structure. He was like a statue, beautiful but unknowingly dangerous. She tried to step back from him, but he tugged her forward.

His porcelain hand reached for a door knob. She heard the click of the door and Lestat pulled her inside. The walls were painted in magnificent Michael Angelo style. A desk sat in front of a painted window, the out side scene portraying a cloudy day. However, it was the bed that caught her attention.

It was massive, the entire thing was black. But the canopy above it was blood red, falling over it in graceful waves. The pillows were obviously silk, and she wouldn't be surprised if they were filled with goose down. She had to admit she wasn't sure Lestat understood the meaning of captive... That or he didn't know how to treat one.

A large stereo was built into the wall, the speakers on either side of a large television. His hand lifted and he pointed past her, "There's a bathroom just past the vanity there." He looked down at her a moment. "Enjoy." And with that he locked her in.

The key turned in his hand and he grinned, placing the bronze key into his pocket. The eyes that had once been blue stared at the door a moment as he listened to her footsteps. Truthfully, the vampire wasn't sure why he'd decided to kidnap her. Only that he had. His head lifted and he pushed bits of blond from his steely gaze. He was back with his hand mates in seconds and none of them spoke for a while.

"Done so soon?" One of his children chimed up and he grinned coolly.

"She is not to be eaten." Lestat replied and his bassist stretched.

"Why Harper Van Helsing, Lestat?" He questioned and the ancient corpse of a man shrugged,

"She's entertaining."