To Drown in Sand

I get overwhelmed so easily My anxiety keeps me silent When I try to speak

"If there is to be no peace, then there is no need for mercy."

Piercing red eyes stared down at the man groveling before their throne. Seated high above all others was the Queen Mother, Allucard II. Her fangs glinted in the pale light of the moon as she passed her judgment on the mortal who dared betray her love. A hand curled against her jaw, her index finger tapping her cheek as she took on a contemplative look.

"It seems that I'd forgotten." She said quietly as she continued to stare down her former lover. Her voice, barely a whisper, still echoed through the chamber. "Forgotten what it's like to be hated." A slow smile curled across her lips, so full of malice that a chill ran down the man's spine as shadows flickered across the walls. "Thank you for reminding me, darling."

"Aaaaand cut!"

A loud clap could be heard as Sara released the stiff posture she'd been holding for the last twenty or so minutes. Several stagehands rushed forward to help her out of the rig she was hooked into. Her back cracked and popped in several places as she stretched and was handed a heavy coat. "I'm so glad we finished that last scene." She huffed as she dragged the white wig off her head and handed it to an eager assistant. "I just wanna go home and sleep in my own bed."

She walked briskly to her trailer, thoughts of going home filling her with joy. The temperature dropped everyday the closer they got to Christmas, the cold only adding to everyone's desire to hurry through filming. They'd been filming the live action adaptation to "Don't Wait for the Sun'' for the past three months and had finally wrapped up season one. Post productions would take another month then another three months of build up till the series dropped in May.

The whole process was grueling and Sara was more than grateful to be done with her part. Since the announcement of the show a year ago, her career just skyrocketed as the production team did an early release of part of the soundtrack. An honest juggling act was her lifestyle, between her last tour, interviews and filming in England Scotland, she hadn't seen her family in a year. Unless you counted her hanging out with Rin in Yggdrasil with her mobile rig. The rig had been a gift from one of her fathers business partner's sons.

One of the many gifts she'd received from prospective boyfriends, she politely turned him down. But the gift was too good to return, a prototype and only of its kind.

A blast of warm air hit Sara's face and brought her back to the present. The trailer was heated and welcomed her in from the cold. The young actress sighed in relief, shucking her heavy coat to the side. Turning to head to the kitchen area, she gave a small squeak and threw the nearest object (a prop dagger), at a person sitting on the couch. The dagger impaled the cushion inches from a head of black hair.

"I know Allucard hates Damian, but I'm pretty sure we're off camera."

Sara let out an embarrassed squeak as her co-star gingerly plucked the dagger from the cushion. "I'm so sorry, Nara." The girl fretted as she took the weapon back from him. "You scared me and all those knife throwing lessons just kicked in and- " Her rambling was cut off by a soft laugh. "It's fine Sara. I honestly shouldn't have been lurking in here like a creep." He scratched the back of his head in embarrassment as he continued. "Though I think this should serve as a reminder to not sneak up on you. The producers really knew what they were doing when they made you take those knife throwing classes, huh?"

The two shared a laugh as they remembered all the other times her character threw a knife at his.

"Why are you in my trailer anyway?" Sara asked as she looked over Nara. He was seven years her senior, twentysix years to her nineteen. Even with the age gap, the two of them played lovers on screen, she the reawakened queen of the vampires, he the human who broke into their castle and stole her heart.