Her name is Natasha Ivanova. 19 year old Russian woman. Natasha fell into a deep depression, after her dream of becoming a prima donna at the Mariinsky Theater in the City of Saint Petersburgs, Russia, failed. A leg injury while auditioning for a potential lead actor for Swan Lake meant that her chances of going worldwide were gone. 

I smelled the sweet smell of his blood while watching ballet at the Mariinsky Theatre. Natasha sat watching not far from where I watched which was on the third floor of this theater building. At that time Natasha was wearing a red scarf and sunglasses. tried a second time to see the object to cover her identity during the ballet in the theater. 

I accidentally got information about Natasha from one of her ballet practice partners at one of the studios. In the middle of the event Natasha left her seat. As usual I will follow the scent wherever the humans who have it go. Natasha did not go out of the theater, but she entered one of the toilets. I stopped following and waited outside the toilet. My ears are as sharp as a wolf's, so I can tell when Natasha is crying in the toilet. 

"Why me, God? Why am I the only one who suffers this fate? My dream of a worldwide ballerina has been destroyed, perish!" Natasha's cries echoed through the toilet. 

"If only I could forget all my years of training memories, I might have nightmares." I smiled sarcastically hearing Natasha's singing lament. 

Persuading her would be easy. The woman was completely distraught with her memories.I waited, leaning against the wall beside the toilet door. 

Fifteen minutes later, Natasha came out of the toilet. Her eyes looked puffy. I don't want to waste time. I immediately greeted the woman who had a beautiful body. 

"Hi, Natasha! Is it true that you want your memories to be erased so you can continue living even if you leave the world you love?" 

Natasha was surprised. His body jumped slightly. She holds his chest. "Are you talking to me, sir?" asked Natasha. 

Apparently she was afraid of mistaking me for not greeting her. "Yeah, who else but you is here, Natasha." I straightened up facing Natasha. 

"Aren't you the one crying in the toilet, so that your memories of ballet practice are erased. I can help you get rid of them quickly." 

Natasha's eyes narrowed. A reaction that indicated she was curious about what I said to her. 

"Is that so, sir?" 

"Claude, just call me Claude." I was quick to respond to Natasha's question. 

"Mr. Claude, is what you said true? Can you erase my memories? Really?" Natasha repeated her question to make sure I wasn't telling lies. 

"Yes, I'll help you erase those memories. But not here. Follow me!" I invite Natasha. 

The woman obediently followed me. I took Natasha backstage. There was one room for the ballerinas to prepare that wasn't being used. Natasha suddenly stopped at the entrance. There was doubt in his eyes.

"Why did you invite me here, Mr. Claude? Precisely a place like this will only strengthen my memories of ballet. It's even painful to enter this place," Natasha whispered. 

Her tears rolled down her cheeks. Ah, that's exactly what I want, poor ballerina. The stronger your memories, the more pronounced that sweet scent wafts from your body. 

"It's okay, calm down. Come on in! It'll be quick so you won't feel the pain of reminiscing about your failure to become a global ballerina." Natasha clenched her fists under her chin. 

She entered with no Doubt in the look in her eyes. She closed the door of the room, then challenged me or rather directly allowed me to erase her memories. "Come on, do it now, Mister Claude!" Wow, amazing. Only this time there was a human being eager to have her memories erased. "Alright, with no regrets at all I will erase your memories." I took Natasha's hand. Then pulled her into my arms. I hugged her tightly. 

"W-wait what are you doing, sir?" asked Natasha nervously. 

"Calm down, don't get me wrong. I won't be rude to you. It's just that the process is like this," I coaxed as I took off Natasha's red hood. 

Her long golden hair fell beautifully down her back. I brushed the hair that covered the neck area. I tighten my grip on Natasha's body.

 "Don't be afraid I won't hurt you," I whispered in Natasha's ear. Then, I swiftly pounced on the Russian girl's neck. My fangs plunged deep into Natasha's veins. Only briefly did I hear Natasha scream in pain because moments later, the slumped ballerina fell unconscious to the floor. Ah, I couldn't hold it in. Before receiving a flash of Natasha's memories. I lap the girl's body and put it on the sofa which is available in the special room for the ballerinas.

A lively little girl practices ballet in a studio. She asked her parents to put her in the studio so that she could become a ballerina according to her dreams. It was Natasha Ivanova, the talented ballerina. 

She has won dozens of ballet competitions since she was young. One of her goals is to stand gracefully in a theater where she can be selected as one of the world's class ballerinas—the Mariinsky Theatre. Actually Natasha is well known in the country of her birth. 

However, Natasha is not content to be known only in Russia. She wanted to be known by people all over the world. One chance finally came. There is an audition for the selection of the main ballerina who will perform at the theater of Natasha's dreams. The ballet that will be staged is Pyotr Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake. 

Natasha really liked the ballet dance. She signed up as one of the ballerina candidates who would perform the dance of the swan princess Odette. Natasha rehearsed months before the auditions started. Continue to perfect her ballet dance. Until sometimes he fainted because of the hard training to achieve his dream. 

Even Natasha's parents were worried about how hard she trained to the maximum extent of her strength. And the day began. The day of the audition that Natasha had been waiting for. Natasha is very confident in her talent as a ballerina. She thought it would be easy going through her audition, after all Natasha had won dozens of ballet contests and she had never lost once. It's a very proud achievement. 

One by one the audition participants were called and showed their abilities. To be honest, Natasha had underestimated the other ballerinas who wanted the role of Odette. She even sneered at one of his rivals, named Bianca, who, according to Natasha, had no advantages in her ballet dance. 

"Standard quality," Natasha sneered as the jury applauded with Bianca's usual ability. Natasha's turn to show her talent arrived. She excitedly walked in in a swaying Tutu skirt as she walked towards the stage where the auditions were being held. Natasha started by exhaling. 

A smile grew along with her agile movements. Her dynamic body makes her dance so energetic, perfect hand position, powerful and beautiful footwork. It really fascinated everyone who saw it. Until one move makes Natasha get a disaster. Natasha uses fouettes. The spinning motion that was too exciting and powerful actually made Natasha get into an accident. 

In the middle of the round, Natasha sprained her ankle so she fell to the floor of the stage. Natasha screamed in pain, her ankle was so sore. She couldn't even keep his feet on the floor. Because the pain is excruciating.

Natasha was rushed to the hospital. Unfortunately for Natasha her dream stopped right then and there. The doctor who examined her said Natasha's ankle joint was badly injured, and she would not even be able to fulfill her dream of becoming a world-famous ballerina, even if her ankle was healed after surgery. 

"No! I can still continue. That audition, I can still dance I beg you!" shouted Natasha after she got out of the hospital. 

Unfortunately the audition was over while she was on medication. Even more pathetic, Odette's position that Natasha really wanted was obtained by Bianca, her rival. This made Natasha worse off. She did not accept the jury's decision to disqualify her because of an injury during the audition. 

It was even worse to watch Bianca become Odette on the stage of the Mariinsky Theatre. I was pensive in front of the girl who was sleeping on the sofa. I don't know, the sense of prestige caused by fate that kept her away from her dreams made Natasha really want to erase all her memories so far. 

"Live your life well after this, Natasha. Goodbye." I stroked Natasha's golden hair. I walked to the door to leave Natasha in the ballerina-only room alone. But there was a surprise behind the door waiting for me. 

When I open the door. A young girl with long white hair, wearing a lolita dress stood staring at me. 

"Hi, Claude Nice to find you," the girl said. I don't know why I suddenly had a bad feeling. Who is the girl in front of me? Why does he know me?