
The strings of the guitar can produce great pieces of music yet they also have a dark side of their own which can ruin the pleasant music into a painful yet silent scream of the artist with its sharpness slicing the tips of the fingers shedding a short pouring of blood rain.
Maybe this is where I was tripped too into an unending entanglement with my muse along with the revelation of her most treasured secret buried deep down in herself.
Because while being indulged in creating a piece of mesmerizing music enjoying the soothes in my ears alongside the pleasance in my soul I completely forgot about the violent side of those shiny strings which lead me to get the tips of my fingers slightly cut with those delicate yet cold blood murders that instantly got me to discover a huge secret that bound me to be a contracted blood bag.
“The charming gentleman, let me hold your handsome hand for a moment and allow me to feel every nerve of your warm longer fingers.”
“You smell great. How aromatic!!!” “Your blood, they are delicious!!! I want more’’
“Now, that you have discovered my real identity. Let me promote you to be my meal supplier from my personal assistant.”
This is how the arrogant mighty lady become a sweet delicate princess skipping my heartbeats one after another just to reveal her demonic side to take advantage of my poor life.
“Oh, God!!! Save me… why you let off your guard on this narcissist Vampire Lady who is roaming around the daylight sucking the blood from a poor soul like me???”
The story of the last vampire queen who is the best lyricist in the modern era and an optimistic boy who first became her personal assistant and then became

