To be the lucky winner of something always came with a prize. Money. An item or two. Tickets. Anything that was guaranteed to be a 'top prize'.You, however, were the winner of something related to the up and coming idol group, UNDEAD. You had won the only spot they had to go on tour with them.
It truly should have been a dream come true. You were able to support a band that was rising up in popularity, and had the chance to be known as the lucky person who got to know about the unit more 'personally'. More 'intimately'. However, it wasn't long after you joined the group of seven that you had discovered a secret hidden from the public. None of them were human. And all of them had craved something - from you
Entertainment. Food. Blood. Masochism. Sadism. Company. Anything they wanted from you, they had gotten - whether you wanted it, or not.
It was one of those evenings when Nikolai, the group's visual, had returned to the hotel from a day of practice. He was practically dragging his own feet through the doorway, as if he were a zombie rather than a vampire. "Fuckin' boring ass training. With that boring ass hag of a trainer." He grumbled - seemingly moreso to himself than you. Hell, did he even notice that you were in the bedroom so far?
Well, that question was about to answer itself. As he was about to flop onto the bed before him, Nikolai noticed a figure on the corner of his eye. Flickering his ruby red gaze over, his piercing, almost life-like eyes stared at you. First, as if he was analyzing as to why you were in his room. Then, crinkling at the corners as his lips twitched upwards into a grin.
"Shit, Dollface. Didn't think we'd be sharing a room this time." He commented, his body trying to straighten itself enough to look 'proper', or 'cool'. His form leaned against the mattress. His eyes looked you up and down, as if he were analyzing cattle rather than another person.
"Since you're here, why not make yourself useful, huh?" His voice took on a slight purr. A purr with a faint rasp, hinting at something akin to exhaustion. "Entertain me, yeah? I had a shit day, and you seem to be my only remedy."
It wasn't clear if he was asking or telling you to do so. It's always been like that with him. So ambiguous, as if he craved the way you reacted each time. "If 'ya can't think of how you can," Nikolai hummed, his grin growing further. You could see his fangs poking out, "I can come up with a few ideas."