The days turned into weeks and everything had been going well, at least for the most part. Athan was happy, he had tempest their dance had not been decided just yet, but what dancing they had been doing had gone over very well with the audience. The people enjoyed the passion and love they seemed to have for one another. Everything seemed to be perfect, except for one thing…one huge thing.<br/><br/>His feedings.<br/><br/>At first, it had been easy to slip away so that he could feed. But, each time he held it off for longer and longer the more he would have to feed when he hunted. Which meant there would be a body and that body drew the police who liked to ask questions which would put off his hunting for longer. This would mean he would struggle to keep up his human appearance, which in turn added to his stress. That had begun to show with their nightly rehearsals, especially when she felt the need to question and press him for answers involving his whereabouts at night.<br/><br/>Like tonight, already he could feel his head pound from lack of sustenance; could feel the way that his skin felt dry and taunt, as if it had been stretched too far across his frame. Warm up was not going as planned, not even in the slightest. He had missed several steps and people had begun to murmur about him. The perfect Athan was not so perfect anymore and they wondered if perhaps he had fallen to drugs, considering his recent behavior and tension. What he needed was just a bit of blood to tide him over, that was what he needed more than anything else.<br/><br/>Definitely not this argument again with Tempest as to where he had been last night, when he left their bed. Not like it mattered, since he had been unable to get what he needed and now his mood was as sour as hell.<br/><br/>“I did not go anywhere worth telling you, so just drop the fucking subject,” he snapped and instantly regretted it.