0:00 - The Vampire Masquerade by Peter Gundry 3:13 - Melting Waltz by Abel Korzeniowski 6:40 - A Blackened Heart by Peter Gundry DISCLAIMER: I do not own any music nor pictures.
Everyone in the room dancing with elegance and grace, the candles swayed with each beat of the music that swarmed the room, consuming everyone, everything, even the air. Never knowing that such a world existed. A world of ballrooms and parties of royal like entities. Exactly feels like stepping into another plane of existence. Taking a few steps back to compose yourself, feeling out of place in this world of glamor and beauty, even in your gown that you only wear for such an occasion. "Getting cold feet my dearest?" A voice which you are very attached to whispered into your ear. Barely grazing it. "I...A little yeah....kinda embarrassing..." You answered fiddling with the gloves that came with the attire. With a cold touch he took hold of your hand and gently pulled you to his side. "All will be well my night, those dance lessons will not go to waste tonight. If I can learn to love again, you can dance. Besides if there is any trouble, I will protect you. I promise." He says as he leans over and kissed your forehead. Being reminded that you achieved what you thought was never possible. Finding love with a walking myth, a legend, a creature whos existence is supposed to be in fiction! A vampire. Dumbfounded you glanced up at him through your eyelashes, barely catching his fangs hidden behind his lips. With all that you both went through together, you still couldn't believe this is happening. Looking into those eyes that held eternity you thought to your self "He's right, I should be okay, no, I will be okay. Enough time with worrying, I should enjoy this night!" With new found confidence you straightened up, exhaled and interlocked your fingers with his. "You're right my love. I'm already here so let's make the most of it." With smiles on both your faces you two left behind the curtains and headed to the dance floor.
@@kanato-kunexpsyco6201 I wish I was. No but I always see creative stories in these kinds of videos in the comment sections and it looked fun soooo yeah. Why not?
imagine a tim burton atmosphere, your lover infront of you "care to dance my dear?" They ask you agree as you take their hand and dance to the following songs, their ice cold skin against your own makes shivers run up your spine...you two gaze into each others eyes lovingly and at the end they kiss your hand and pull you closer whispering in you ear "do you want to take our business elsewhere, darling?"
guys, please stream Salem's Heir by Peter Gundry. he's so talented and every track I've listened from him are the best. I recommend The Weirdoz Waltz for this kinda vampiric vibes or Forest Queen if you want something more magical and sweet
The two of us stand before each other, illuminated by the moonlight in this empty ballroom, gazing into each other’s eyes, my hazel orbs starring into her crimson ones. I extended my hand outward. “May I have this dance, my Countess?” I ask her. She accepts my hand and she smiles at me, her fangs slightly showing. “Of course my love.” She says, and the two of us began waltzing.
I'm feeling like.. I'm the Queen of Vampire dynasty...and there's a ball in my kingdom...everyone's dancing and swinging in little with the tone...I'm there up enjoying the Music with a glass of blood..( if that make sense lul) That's when a good looking guy approached me ( ugly potato) and bowed in 90° angle so I nod...then he offered his hand for a dance with him...
If this were my D&D character, dancing with her vampire lover under a blood moon would be nice if she wasn't worried about his older brother (a vampire count btw) finding them and trying to kill her.
The Semi-Conscious Vampiric Dance My semi-conscious body walks to a castle, and I wake up, in a developpe. I realise a slender shadow is on my left, mimicking me. We were doing ballet together, and my body was dancing, yet my head was feeling nervous. I feel like if I was bitten by a shark, unknowingly, and I fall to the floor, the last thing I see, is the shadow, yet more clearly. It looks like an empress, of which I don't know. I close my eyes, and die.
Instant like from me for there being two songs by Peter Gundry. I barely see him in any playlists, and the ones he is in always end with only vampire Masquerade. ^^
-dance with me, little lady. there is nothing to fear here.. -but, who are you? I don't know you -yes, you are. you saw me in the forest when you were searching through the trees. what were you doing there at night? shouldn't you be in your room, sleeping? -how do you know that? YOU LIE. you're a liar! -no, my dear. I'm not a liar, I only know when someone is interested in what they shouldn't. a princess like you shouldn't be in the woods at night, you're very curious, by the way. -go to hell. -no, I'm from hell, and I will stay in the dark of the forest every night. -why? -because I will wait for you, so that you unwrap your dark secret.. my little vampire... now will you dance with me?
Yo ando escribiendo un fanfic de una pareja así, pero en lugar de un vampiro el novio es un monstruo que devora personas. Esa pareja vive en el año 1879 y creo que queda también muy bien con estas canciones, con los bailes elegantes y el romance 👉🏻👈🏻
Raphael : _”well then, let us dance”_ Talim, stood there : **staring and confused in babaylan** Also Talim : ᜆᜀᜈᜄᜒᜈᜀᜈᜄ ᜌᜀᜏᜀᜈᜄ ᜒᜆ (translation : tanginang yawang ito)
All girls: The prince came to me in a dream and said that he couldn’t live without me and would come for me so that we could be together! I will wait for this day! Me: A vampire came to me in a dream and said that he was ready to surrender himself to me like a kitten to its owner and do whatever I wanted, I think why he is so submissive to me (I feel myself like a tyrant 😭)...
As we sway in the waltz Spinning wheel of fortune Reveals your mask to me The last waltz of Little Prince Stephen Burns me up in the fires of recreation The full dark Lord of All Knowledge Calls me to the masquerade ball of The dark Lycanthrope of the Masters pronagy That's me as I sweep you off your feet For the masquerade of the Lamb 🐑 Consumes the flesh of my Lavrancha And the blood of the Lamb 🐑 of Yeshua DaVita Is spilled upon the marble thrown Of the king who never was Is at peace with the King who always is Mr. Yeshua
