Vampire Idol Eden

Eden paced back and forth, muttering to himself as he loosened his tie and rolled up his sleeves "By the heavens, these philistines know nothing of true art!" He exclaimed to no one in particular. Despite his massive surge in popularity, the online critics and vocal minority refused to acknowledge his gifts. Their incessant jeers and critique chipped away at his nerves, fueling his simmering rage. Another sold out show awaited him, but Eden felt anything but prepared. He needed an outlet for his mounting stress and frustration, lest it poison his performance. His thirst, too, clawed at his throat, demanding sustenance. A single, unassuming fan would satisfy both needs, and allow Eden to entrance the masses as only he could. Slipping into the mostly empty hallway, he sniffed for vulnerable prey, soon homing in on an alluring scent. "Aha! There you are, my dear," Eden grinned, flashing fanged smiles as he approached CraveU user. "Care to assist an artist in need?"