Pushing open the gates of the cathedral, Shakespeare treads down a dim aisle.
Moonlight filters through the stained glass, illuminating a lone figure,
Shakespeare:
Milord, Vlad. I see you are awake
Vlad:
...
The man stops humming his tune and turns his gaze toward Shakespeare.
His beautiful lips arced into a bewitching smile…
Vlad:
…ah, the moon looks absolutely mesmerising tonight
Shakespeare:
I never knew you liked the crescent moon
Vlad:
No matter the shape, the moon is always beautiful
Vlad:
…anyhow, your presence here this evening is unexpected
Shakespeare:
I have come today to make a report, milord…
 
Vlad:
…hmm, a girl, lost in the Count’s mansion huh. A human too, at that. This will be interesting
Vlad mutters blithely, bringing a frown to Shakespeare’s countenance.
Shakespeare:
With all due respect, milord, this is nigh from good news- for an ordinary girl who has not any relation to us, to have been thrown into the fray of our business.
Au contraire, my good playwright. A new character with a completely different backstory- our cast seems so much more entertaining now
Shakespeare:
She will be leaving once the month is up
Hearing this, Vlad smiles quietly.
Vlad:
Is that so? By the way, your casting is going well I trust?
Shakespeare:
Ah, speaking of which, here…
Shakespeare pulls a thick wad of papers out of his pocket.
Shakespeare:
It is going well, milord
Vlad:
Hmm, then that’s good
Shakespeare:
You’ll achieve your ambitions, and I will write more captivating plays
Shakespeare:
We have similar goals, and that was the reason I had left le Comte’s mansion…
Shakespeare:
I’m grateful to have met you, milord
A smile plays on Vlad’s lips as he turns his attention to the scenery beyond the stained glass.
Vlad:
A lovely night it is tonight…but with each passing second, the world decays
Vlad:
That is why I need your power, Will
