He left her cool dead body draped over the bed and wiped the blood from his face.
He checked the clock it read midnight.
Vann pushed the balcony doors open and stepped to the railing.
The cool breese stroked his long black hair shimmering in the light of the full moon.

A moon that was poised right above the Hollywood sign.
How clique he thought glancing back into the room “she was beautiful”.

“And that’s a take, less go home everybody, 9 am tomorrow” the director yelled.
Angel jumped off the bed and ran to Vann, cradled herself in his arms ” how was I, your so good” she ask coyly ?
His thirst, his need began to surfaced.
“Angel what you say we do this scene for real later tonight”?
She smiled “give me a couple of minutes” she said teasingly?
She rushed to her dressing room excited, this was her big break, she had waited weeks for this moment with Vann.

Vann stood at the railing wondering how many times had he played this same scene in the last two hundred years.