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Cirque de Vampire: The Blood Chronicle(IC)

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Cirque de Vampire: The Blood Chronicle(IC)

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Litria Death on Sat May 29, 2010 6:03 pm



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Rougelina "Mama Rouge" Sato stood on the edge of the Cirque compound, staring as the throng of people filed into the large, horrifically dark tent. Light spilled over the crowd like warm water, bathing them in gold. Rougelina took a deep, steadying breath, then, shutting the tent flap, turned into the chaos of the backstage rush.

"Come, come, we must hurry. Are all of you dressed?" She called as many of the preformers and stagehands ran before her to do something that involved the show to start sooner. The roaring murmur of the audience pierced the bustle going on behind the curtain, making Rougelina's heart pound. Although she had been though this procedure many, many times before, the pre-preformance rush made her as nervous as it had her first night there...

"Rougelina!" Her name was called harshly by the old Semtress whom had died a few years after Rougelina had been there. Rougelina swallowed and rushed to where the Semtress stood. "Take this costume to Killia! Hurry, you stupid demon!" She nodded and turned to dash towards the old Animal Tamer's quarters. The flap that led to her dressing room was tacked upwards to the side, revealing a pale, naked body in the glow of the mirror lights.

"Ki-Killa-sama..." Rougelina spoke in a tiny voice, clutching the shimmering costume tightly in her hands. The Animal Tamer glowered down at her, then, seeing the costume, snatched it from her grasp without so much as a 'Thank you'.


Rougelina snapped from the haze of the past that overtook her and blinked, returning to the cirque as the madness behind her began to quiet. The Ringleader, Roman Illusion, was beginning the speech to the crowd of onlookers that everyone in the cirque knew; Rougelina began to speak with him, a gentle blush on her cheeks.

"Tonight, you shall witness things your human eyes have never behold, and probably never would, if you hadn't dared yourself to journey here." Rougelina mimicked him as he gestured back with his long, spidery arms. "Tonight, you will behold things you only could imagine in your wildest nightmares, in your ugliest dreams..." The overhead lights flickered, then filtered to dark purple, emersing the circus floor in an ominous sea of deathly violet. The crowd gasped, a few young children screaming as their eyes adjusted. Suddenly, flames jutted dangerously up towards the high, arched ceiling of the tent, the adults gasping, fearing the thing to catch fire; which, would be a silly thing to consider after they saw the act.
"Please," The Ringleader began. "Put your hands together for... The Fire Eater!" ~





Darkness and light; what was it truly? Darkness: black of night? Unpure, unholy? Light: white of day? Cleanesed? Righteous? Well, whatever it was, it was all Kathleen Carter saw as she stumbled through the woods surrounding Rockmart, Georgia. Flashes of it, like the strikes of a katana, here, no there! She couldn't catch it, couldn't follow it. Lost. Empty. Numb. A ceiling of pinpricks of sparkling light floated overhead, her skin chilling as it was overtaken by a wave of goosebumps. She wanted to stop, submerge into the darkness, because the light revealed too much; her pain, her suffering, her utter sorrows... And her family...

A gut-wrenching agony convulsed inside her abdomen, making her double over in pain. The moon swished around her vision like a cat toy on a flexible stick. She had been having these spells more recently and more often, but, she fought back the pain and stood unstably, tripping over obstacles as she trudged forward, eyes narrowed and pinched with trauma.

Suddenly, bright, warm, golden light spilled over her like a tremor of water, and the slurred screams of a crowd assaulted her ears as she fell to her knees in the opening of what she barely recognized as a tent. Her narrowed eyes widened as she took in the blurred sight before her, towering up like a very large pilar of gold. The scenery consisted of an enormous dirt floor with dark rings surrounding certain areas. Bleachers rose up to many feet off the ground around her like she was resting in a valley in the nestle of a mountain. Fire, she aburptly saw, spurted from the earth like blood from a wound as a man moved about the ground. She swallowed slowly, hypnotized herself as the man did strange, intriguing things. Suddenly, the name came to her lips without her knowledge, as, well, it always did;

"Henri..." Her child, her son... Pushing up on her feeble arms, she attempted to rush inside, run to him, grasp her son in her arms again!... But, that... wasn't him.. She swallowed and blinked back tears, trying to calm herself as her breathing began to quicken, her bronchi swelling, halting precious air. She sniffled, her mind pulsing as his image fooled around inside her. Now that she really looked at the man preforming, he looked nothing like her son... But, something inside her triggered his memory. She tried not to sob as she scooted back into the shadows of the cirque walls. She folded her hands in her lap, feeling her revolver firmly strapped to her thigh. The pain from seeing him... She could easily end him.... Just with a simple shot...

Suddenly, she was lifting her dress up to her upper thigh, going for the gun, ready to end her pain. To get rid of anything that reminded her of her family, of her precious boy...

"Commander Kathleen!" A muffled voice buzzed low in her mind, and only seconds later did she reailze that it was coming from the headset attached to her ear. She pressed the button on its top and spoke back;

"Yes, Commander here... What is it?"

"It seems the super-natural's troupe is in town..."

Without much thought, nor consciously realizing it, she spoke bluntly to her lesser,

"No, I had no idea..." Her tone took that of sarcasm, and the lesser was silent for a minute, but he replied with,

"Yes, ma'am. We're spending Kadriye to go and inspect it before we plan an attack-"

"Or, we can just go in shooting... That's always been my favorite plan..." She cut him off with a wicked, insane grin, her hand on her cool gun, met by the silk of her gown. Again, the lesser hesitated, which, truly, was good of him, as speaking too soon would cause the tough, frightening facade of Kathleen's to shatter like a mirror. Moments later, he spoke with finalty,

"Ma'am, Kadriye is on her way to the cirque." With that, the lesser clicked off, and, indeed, Kathleen slumped against the side of the bleachers, tears threatening to break loose and escape down her cheeks. She took a deep, moist breath and went to stand in the archway of the cirque entrance, watching for Kadriye.~

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Re: Cirque de Vampire: The Blood Chronicle(IC)

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Kadriye was never stopped, it's what made her the perfect spy. Who after all would stop a...helpless...child. She chuckled as she passed the demon known as Mama Rougue, she didn't even stop her. Her blonde piggy tails and small frame dressed in a baby doll outfit always kept out suspicion. Her mission was to gather information on each act, first up was the fire breather. She put on a smile that could fool even the ring leader himself and watched the show.

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Re: Cirque de Vampire: The Blood Chronicle(IC)

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The mirror in the dressing booth gave James 's hair a ember like glow as he stared into it becoming lost in the visages of the lights in the background. Smiling he opened his mouth blowing a billow of white smoke from his lungs. It was show time again standing up he looked away from the mirror watching Rouge from an opening in the curtains his eyes flickered back and forth as he took in the crowd around him.

Finally the words he waited for every show were announced. Walking slowly he made his way to the stage standing silently before the crowd he looked back his head lowered so that his long red hair covered his eyes and face, he eyed Rouge and then smiled giving her a wink.

Turning his head back around he continued staring down slowly raising his hands from his side and up when they reached his waist the pyrotechnics around the stage burned two jets along the sides raising and falling with his hands. James looked up at the crowd his glowing green eyes meeting many of those out before him shock and awe was event in their faces.

"They call me Torch and I would like to play a little ditty for you called Trial by Fire", he said loud enough for all to here. With both hands he began to imitate directing a symphony and the two jets of fire on the sides of the stage started to rise up and down following ever move he made with his hand. A few members in the crowd gasped watching the fire eater work with the flames and some watched not even know what they were seeing finally he closed the symphony the fires disappearing sending the crowd and the stage into darkness.

He laughed a sinister and creepy laugh, fire surrounded his body and crept up him covering his body in fire he screamed as though he were in pain and then walked towards the stage with one out stretched hand begging for someone in the crowd to help him. He cried and eventually fell off the stage dropping ashes all over the crowd below some fainted and others stared not sure what it was they were seeing.

Suddenly in the middle of the stage a pillar of fire stretched up from the ground and there he walked out of it bowing to the crowd where most of them stood to scared to move. James smiled to them and shook his head and then he grabbed a wooden stick from the ground which he caught fire, he then eat it burping out a cloud of smoke, with a smile he acted as though he were throwing up and then barfed up liquid stream of fire which smoldered out once again leaving him alone in the darkness.

"I hope you all enjoyed my act have a blazing good night", he said bowing to them as he made his way back to the curtains. He stopped and blew the crowd a kiss a tiny fire ball coming off his hand as he blew the kiss to the crowd the ball of fire grew and grew until it transformed into an phoenix the size of an eagle it flapped its firey wings and then disappeared into the sky exploding into a cloud of smoke.

James smiled as he walked back Rouge and then turned back staring her up and down, "Tell Jer I got twenty three faints and I said good luck, cause I'm winning the Faint comp tonight", he said walking away from the stage and back to his tent.
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Re: Cirque de Vampire: The Blood Chronicle(IC)

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Kadiye's first reaction to the pillar of fire was a sort of evil smile that flashed on her face. First note: Fire breather manipulates a wide range of attacks varying in power and shape. As she watched the fire breather introduce himself her smile vanished, not because of his name or really any other thing concerning his voice, no it was his hair. It was red. Kadiye stared at the man, her eyes flashing between fear and hate but never resting on one or the other.

It only took a moment before her breathing escalated, she wanted to watch the show, she truly did, but she couldn't take her eyes off the man's hair. She lifted her hands, they were shaking furiously, and began fiddling with her pig tails, praying desperately she could distract herself. Kadiye bit her bottom lip to stop it from shaking, a scared child brought to much attention, and she needed to avoid that. Even when the man lit himself on fire it was his hair color she feared and hated. When he finally left the stage she allowed her hands to fall into her lap, she blinked furiously trying to stop the tears.

The only other not she could really make about him was that his hair was red and that he could light himself on fire, otherwise she had no idea what happend. She closed her eyes and breathed, calming herself in preparation for the next preformer. When she opened them again she caught from the corner of her eye, her Boss. 'Lovely' she thought, 'Let's hope she doesn't start shooting aimlessly...again' Kadiye's innocent smile once again returned to her face and she watched for the next introduction.




Lavani watched Torch's preformance from where she sat, on a platform at the very tip top of the tent. From way up she felt safe from the crowds, the people looked like ants and thus really didn't bother her. She also kept earplugs in her ears so the loud noises didn't truly unnerve her either. She watched women faint in the bleachers, twenty three of them to be precise. A smile twitched on her face, perhaps Torch would beat Vane, but he wouldn't beat her. Then again they didn't know she was going to play, that is what made it so fun.

She turned back to her book, right now she was rereading Scar Night, her favorite of the trilogy in her posession. The well loved book was quite worn, the cover was bended in every which way and the picture was slowly being worn away. The pages had been taped back together in some places and all of them had a folding imprint of some kind. She had read this book hundreds of times and could quote most lines from the book. Though she loved to read this book, she also wanted a new one, a new story, a new adventure, but she could wait.

Tonight she knew she was going after Vane and Lilly, but before the Freak Show, this is how she could tell when it was time for her to go. She remembered her first preformace and the awkward silence because she didn't know it was her turn, she hadn't done it since then. She finally allowed a smile to form on her face when she read her favorite line in the book: "That bastard cut down my tree." said by Carnival the demigod and one of the main characters.

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Rouge fiddled behind the curtain, watching as James finished his preformance; she clapped along with the crowd, smiling a bit. Once the lights dimmed and focused on a simple white circle on the Ringleader, Torch escaped the viewing-eye of the audience and through the flap that Rouge held open for him.

"Tell Jer I got twenty three faints and I said good luck, cause I'm winning the Faint comp tonight.", he spoke with humor in his voice as he passed her. Rouge smirked and patted his forearm motherly, then lightly shoved him on, watching as the Ringleader began to annouce the next act. She ran a gentle hand through her light hair, her lips motioning the words booming through the tent.

"If you didn't enjoy our first preformer, you will find the next utterly terrifying." Gasps, groans and other negative noises erupted through the crowd, but no one made a motion of leaving; they never did. Human curiousity, such a mysterious thing. Rouge clasped her hands together over her chest, watching as the Ringleader pointed high above the cirque floor. Near the ceiling of the enormous tent, Lavani was difficult to notice from that high up, but, eventually, the eyes spotted her dark form on the small, rectangular platform.

"Ladies, Gentlemen, behold! The Amazing Tight Rope Walker!" Many people of the crowd made noises and murmurs protested its danger; 'A Tight Rope Walker? Please! That's the oldest circus preformer; it can't be any good!' But, Rougelina knew they would be horrified by the end of the act. After the act commensed, Rouge turned to go and check on the others before they went on. Spotting Jeremiah, she waved him down to tell him the joking message from James.~






Kathleen huddled in the shadows with a shivering hand on her revolver, before long noticing her own spy, Kadriye, sitting above her in the bleachers, her innocent smile plastered on like a Noh mask. Kathleen almost considered going up and sitting with her; the presence of a child would keep her unrecognized. But, one would note their association, as people would connect the two whenever scouting around later, and she couldn't blow either one of their covers. So, she lingered below, concealed in the darkness, watching as the Fire Eater finished his act. The arena went pure black, but Kathleen could see the preformer disappear through a dimly lit flap, a dark, feminine frame silhoutted against the light.

Demon... She thought with pure disguist, her lip pulled forward in a sort of a growl. Filthy creatures, those awful demons; all those super-naturals and their... their low-down, no-good, bloody-

Suddenly, the image of her family, slaughter, mangled, bloodied, overtook her mind in a blinding flash, causing her to stagger backwards, falling back outside the entrance, landing on her arse. Her throat pulsed, eyes large, unseeing the sights that were actually in front of her. Then, just as suddenly as it appeared, it vanished, her eyes slowly adjusting to the still-darkened dirt floor, the blue night crushing around her. She inhaled harshly, then blew it out as if she had been on a long run. Pushing back the tangled, short-cut hair that now blocked her gaze, she stood up, trying to retain the visions that wanted desperately to haunt her again. With no thought whatsoever, she tromped back inside, loudly clattered up the stair-like seat, smacking a few now-angered onlookers with her hand, and went to join Kadriye at the top, trying to search for the nasty creature who was now beginning their preformance.

"Grüße, Puppe, haben gesehen etwas interessant?" She spoke, leaning towards her with a parental smile.

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Lavani stood, placing her book down they always expected her to appear on the tight rope, not her, never her. She opened her mouth and unleashed the power the voice of a lilith could do. "ah, ah, ah." the gentle voice echoed throughout the tent, she could not hear them but she knew they were whispering. She then lept forward jumping from the platform, plummeting down, down, down, down. She faintly heard screams, she knew they thought she would die, she knew she wouldn't. As she approached the bottom she screamed, and disappeared into nothing but rose petals, the scream was ominous, muderous, dripping with a lilith's song. She reappeared on the tight rope. Looking down she saw that already women had fainted, she would count afterwards.

She started as she always did, with a front areal, or a no handed cartwheel, whichever you prefer. From there she preformed a series of acrobatics and dance steps, by now the audience was hypnotized by her seduction. Once they had been pulled into her preformance she would of course allow the her lilith voice magic to take over. At the moment her simple humming was echoing throughout the tent, soon the siren's of the lilith's song would appear. They were of course ghastly, but they could do not harm. They are simply harmless, and effective tools to be used for the creation of lust, which she feeds on, or more importantly fear.

As she began to reach the climax of her preformance she began to actually vocalize her voice, rose petals began to flow around her. From the rose petals emerged to sirens, whom began to wander freely around the tent. The sirens had the appearance of beautiful woman, with long flowy hair and seductive bodies. Their faces were also beautiful at first, that is untill Lavani began spinning; the siren's face became ugly, their smiles elongating untill they crossed their whole face and sharp triangular teeth emerged, their eyes begame red slits. Though she could not hear them she knew woman and children were screaming, and when she looked down she saw that anyone the siren's stopped at passed out, like always.

Finally for the ending. She stopped her spinning and her singing, the siren's froze completely. Lavani then allowed herself to fall backwords, once again she could hear the faint, faint screams through her earbuds. She smiled before lightly humming, the sirens spun around and around and around her untill all three of them disappeared completely. She reappeared on the platform she had started on alone, and proceeded to bow. She counted how many had fainted - thirty-seven, more than last time.

She waited for the spot light to be shone away from her before sliding quietly sliding down the latter and disappearing behind the curtain. She stopped infront of Mama Rouge, "I summoned more sirens than last time! My voice is becoming stronger, and I think the acrobatics are helping too!" she didn't smile but from her tone of voice you could tell she wanted to, it was hard for a lilith whom had never fed to summon sirens, least of all two, their voices usually never reached the proper strength, but Lavani had discovered away to process her acrobatics into creating the sirens also. She then whispered to her "Thirty-seven faints, sshh, don't tell Torch or Vane yet. Wait till the end." She then proceeded to walk to her tent, leaving Rouge to continue to watch the circus.

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Away from the main stage back in the tents of the other performers there stood an ominous black tent within in the tent dwelled the man of mystery, the Freaks very own Dare Devil. His name was Jeremiah and as always he stayed far away from the others and their performances. Never was he one for being around the others he enjoyed the silence and solitude but not the lust for that crimson desert though he was not compelled by its site or its touch he hated blood but it sustained his life force.

With a yawn Jeremiah leaned back in an old creaky chair shutting his jade like eyes and kicking his feet up on his old battered traveling trunk it had been a long day and he was more then tired after the day of setting up the circus grounds. Even though he was only a half vampire the sun still drained his strength and energy it was the downfall of being out in it. Weary eyed Jer looked down at a styrofoam cup that he had sitting on the desk infront of him. With his right hand he grasped the cup and lifted it up to his lips wincing as he sipped at the blood inside.

It was nearly time for his performance judging by the noises he could hear from so far off he could already tell the number of faints both Torch and Lavani had accrued. A half smirk formed across his pale face one fang hanging free of his lips twenty three is ok, thirty seven was pretty good but he knew he could do much better. Especially with his best performance, he would juggle four chainsaws and allow them to slice through him. That would get the attention of the crowd or maybe blowing himself through the cannon an smack into a stone wall.

The many ideas swirled around his head as he leaned his head back staring up at the black cloth that was the ceiling of his tent, the darkness caused his eye lids to grown heavy it made him want to sleep. Until his mind drifted off to a much more productive stage, he thought about the other things that were going on he could feel that there were much more then civilians and freaks running about and he wondered if the others knew. Then again he had been wrong before and just showing up having something to say was nothing anyone would see coming with his personality.

Jer placed both his hands infront of him on the desk and then pushed himself up, within seconds he slid into his long black tailed tux like jacket and then smashed his top hat on his make up was slightly smeared from sweating during the day but it was fine it would give him a much creepier appearance. After he had his usual attire on he reached down and buckled the chains around his arms, legs, and chest.

Quietly he opened the tent flap with one hand and walked out into the growing darkness sparks of light showing off every clear surface. He could see the disappointed look on Torch's face having heard that Lavani shattered his record. It made him chuckle to himself as he continued pushing through the darkness and towards the main tent where he eagerly walked into the dressing room and then to where Rouge stood.

Silently like a ghost he appeared behind her and picked his cane up twirling it with angst. "We are not alone there are others I can feel their heart beats, to calm to be civllian and to slow to be freaks", he whispered and then he simply walked away back into the darkness. Not wanting to be seen by anyone for he didn't feel like talking he made himself comfortable standing infront of a large oak tree from there he watched and listened waiting for his turn and the others to make their move.

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Kadiye smiled at her boss, Kathleen, she loved the fact that someon could speak German, but hated the fact it was Kathleen that could. She answered her boss, "Ich bin keiner Puppe, und ja, ja ich habe. Das Feuer Fleischfresser mit seiner Feuer ganz qualifiziert ist, und ich muss zugeben, ist er nicht sehr erschreckend. Mehr würde, Sie kümmern, mich beizutreten? Ich bin ganz allein, ohne eine übergeordnete, sorgen für mich fühlen." She continued her innocent smile, and then turned back to the preformance without waiting for Kathleen's answer. Next apparently was the tight rope walker, a classic, which of course caught her interest. She couldn't help but wonder how they were going to take a human act and create a horrendous demonic act out of, but she did believe if anyone could do it they can.

Unlike the Fire Eater, the Tight Rope walker did not introduce herself, inside she voiced a short tune. Kadiye realized immediately what kind of demon the tight rope walker was, a lilith. The lilith lept right into her act after she sang, Kadiye watched her fall from her platform, head first. She heard screams from all around, and she internally roled her eyes, these acts shouldn't be scary because she knew that the whole point was to scare someone, not die. She watched closely, and her chest tightened when the lilith screamed, many people around her covered their ears, while even more women fainted. A lilith's scream no matter how hardended one is could bring back the worst memories from the back of ones psyche all the way to the front. Kadiye was no different.

"No please, stop, don't kill him! PLEASE RICHARD! NOOO!" I watched as my step-father smiled an insane smile and ripped the man's head off. Blood spewed from the head and neck, coating the room with the horrid, bright red, coating me with its warmth. I looked down at my hands, blood dripping from them, I saw in my reflection my face, painted red. The scariest thing of all was my hair, I tried to wipe it away, but my bloodied hands made it worse. My tears began to well up, and soon they poured out of my eyes, leaving paths in the blood.

Kadiye came back from the memory, her heart had only sped up a little, but returned to normal almost immediately. Her plastered smile never left her face, it was doubtful anyone could tell she took a trip down memory lane. She watched the lilith closely, she was dressed in a black, white, and...red outfit. Kadiye managed to look past it, though her breathing did become unnoticably shakey. Warching closely she saw something in the lilith's ears, they were hard to see and she had to squint just to see their color but they were there. Ear plugs. She turned to Kathleen. " Der Lilith ist Angst Störungen heraus. Sie ist Ohrenstöpsel während der Durchführung tragen." Kadiye turned her attention back to the preformance.

By now the the lilith had created sirens, they were beautiful, many men were falling out of their seats trying to get a closer look at the gorgeous creatures. Kadiye's smile flashed evil, but returned to normal quickly. She proceeded to wait for the event that was soon to happen, she watched the lilith began to spin. The sirens changed into terrifying creatures, the men once swooning over them fell out of their seats, and the scared women screamed. The women that had one of the two sirens stop at them usually fainted, one siren even hovered over them, Kadiye let her most sweetest and evilest smile lose on the creature, it left.

As she watched the lilith fall from the tight rope, she knew the preformance was now over, her innocent smile returned as she made some notes: 1. The lilith was an excellent acrobat with alot of balance, and could prove a hard target for a kill, 2. She was scared of noise. 3. She had never feasted on any form of lust. How she knew this last part was due to the fact the lilith only summoned two sirens. A lilith that had feasted on its first meal could easily summon at least four, and no doubt if the lilith could she would have to provide an even more terrifying preformance. Kadiye then waited for whom ever was next, some what proud of her great deduction on the llith.

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"Ha ha, ja, natürlich nicht; nur eine Marionette in meinem Spiel ... Ich weiß Sinne einen Hass auf diesen ... Fire Eater... Widerlich Tier, das ist er. Ich verstehe Ihren Schmerz ..." Kathleen laughed a cruel chuckle, one that could be mistaken for a grown woman's nervous chortle. She lightly patted Kadriye on the shoulder, attempting to provide a parental facade for the two. As she turned her attention back to the preformance, she saw the dark figure high, high above the circus floor preforming tricks she had never witnessed before in her insane existance. Taking a light breath, she turned her gaze towards the place where the Fire Eater disappeared to; the woman figure was still standing there, the flap lower than before. Kathleen smirked, hand slowly moving over her gun.

Soon enough, demon... Her mental plans were interupted by Kadriye's voice with its proper German accient.

"Der Lilith ist Angst Störungen heraus. Sie ist Ohrenstöpsel während der Durchführung tragen." Kathleen almost busted out with fits of laughter.

"Ha! Was für ein Schwächling. Was schwachen Geschöpfe, Angst vor solch triviale Dinge. Wir ernähren sich von ihren Ängsten wie Blutegel ..." She giggled quietly, folding her hands in her lap. She ignored the siren beasts that floated at the corners of her vision, focusing on the lilith creature balancing on the wire like a cat. Her gun felt like a beautiful thing just then....





Rouge smiled at Lavani as she stated her faint count. She patted the girl on the shoulder, a pure grin on her face.

"Oh, darling, that's wonderful; of course you are growing stronger." She smirked, tapping her temple. "And your secret is safe until the end of the show." She laughed lightly, then sent the girl on her way, watching as the Ringleader appeared out of a coil of smoke. She began her mimicry of Roman as his voice echoed from the mountainous ceilings.

"A beauty to witness, a fear to experience!" He gestured widely with his hands, the microphone revibrating ominously like thunder. "Please, calm and wake the fainted nearby for the next preformer; the incongruousness terror that will keep you awake during those unholy hours: The Dare Devil!" She could hear many women either swoon or demand to their spouses to leave; the legendary Dare Devil was honestly the show's most exciting event and most talked about oddity. She imagined all the emo/goth/vampire-wannabes collapsing with joy as the preformance was annouced. Rouge smiled and, with a quick glance behind her, pulled the curtain back for Jeremiah as he made his way out onto the floor. Just as he neared her, though, he muttered something that struck her as a little peculiar;

"We are not alone; there are others; I can feel their heart beats, too calm to be civllian and too slow to be freaks." Rouge blinked, watching as he stalked past and stared at his dwindling back. What could that mean? What human wouldn't be as frightened as a cat hung above water? Rouge took a large breath, then, closing her eyes with two fingers pressed to her head, she exhaled it as the cirque was immersed in dull red light, more women swooning and a chorus of protesting.

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Re: Cirque de Vampire: The Blood Chronicle(IC)

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Lavani listened to the announcement of Vane, the Dare Devil. She slid out of her tent and climbed back up the latter to her little platform, book in hand. She liked to watch the circus preformance, though most would say she was reading, not watching. Vani would ignore those people the main reason being those people could easily be scared away by her sirens and she didn't like those kind of people. At the top of her platform she once again felt safe, safe from the crowds and froms the noise - due to her earplugs- and safe from anything that could do her harm.

Looking out into the audience she saw many fearful faces, no one would claim to like the dare devil's preformance, she knew they would be lying though. Horror appeared on women's faces just at the mentioning of them, all of the womens faces...Lavani stopped at two faces.

A child and her...mother, if one consider her that. The child's face had a smile plastered on it, as though she was not scared, she looked almost...calm. Her blonde hair emerged from two spots on her head and twirled around her face, though she did look childish, she also had an adult like look about her. She also had an adult like aura around her, Vani almost doubted if she was really a child, looks could be decieving, if anyone knew that it would be her.

The mother figure, had shorter, darker hair. She was in a dress and a smile appeared to be carved onto her face, definately forced. She looked older, definately old enough to be a mother, she just didn't look like this girl's mother. Lavani noticed that her hand almost appeared to be hovering, over what she didn't know, but she could make an educated guess. A gun. Vani tensed, her eyes unmoving on the two, she considered jumping into the crowd or at least warning everyone else, but she was frozen in place. Maybe it was just her imagination, even so she watched from her perch in the air.

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Re: Cirque de Vampire: The Blood Chronicle(IC)

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Kadiye shivered when Kathleen laughed at the lilith, she didn't have the same mass hate for demons. Her father was a demon and yes he abused her greatly, but it was also a demon who saved her from that hell on earth. She couldn't bring herself to hate all demons, even so she still wished to help those who had been hurt by demons, and in those events she became part of this group. She didn't mind, as long as she didn't have to do the dirty work. Kadiye shamed herself by that way of thinking, but even so she continued on with these kinds of actions. The fact that the lilith had a fear of something so 'trivial' almost brought her down to earth, made her seem more human, and made Kadiye pity her. She would never voice these opinions though, her boss was intelectually warped, so that would be a death sentence.

Turning back to Kathleen she told her this, "Nehmen Sie nicht die Kreatur so leicht, obwohl Sie Angst von Klang sein können Sie Weg, um ihn herum gefunden hat. Vergessen wir nicht die Tatsache Sie ist eine ausgezeichnete Acrobat, und Sie durch eine Horde von anderen Dämonen gesichert ist. Ihr leicht aufnehmen könnte unsere schlimmste Fehler sein. Kennen ihr aber fürchte, könnte sich zu unserem Vorteil erweisen." Kadiye then turned her attention back to the arena. The Dare Devil was next, she was getting the feeling she wasn't going to like this one, not even a little bit.

She allowed her eyes to adjust to the sudden change in lighting, the red glow that had erupted around the tent. Kadiye shivered and turned her attention to the demon that just walked out onto the stage. He was dressed in all black with sever make-up underneath his eyes. 'Ah the dare devil is a true goth' she chuckled a bit and prepared herself for what she knew was to come. Lots and lots of...blood and gore. Shivers went up and down her spine, but she didn't move, she remained calm her heart beat remaining at its normal pulse, and kept her stone hard smile on her face.

"This should be interesting." she said to Kathleen, her english lacked what most people would expect, and accent. As a spy she worked long and hard to dispose of her thick german accent and replace it with an all american english accent. It was a long process that required her to learn French, Latin, Russian, and most importantly English. By learning all the languages she was forced to release her accent for the replacement of the ability to be understood, it was an effective technique becuase now no one would be able to distinguish a specific home country.

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Re: Cirque de Vampire: The Blood Chronicle(IC)

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Walking out of the trailer lates as can be she noticed they already started. Not worried she walks around the area of the tent to look for thos who try to gain free access into the circus. Once the outside is down she walks into the tent and takes a high place up at the corner overlooking the area with the customers inside. Smelling the air as she always does, her mouth watering a little, the smell of humans makes her senses a little more heightened. Watching the current act ending she expects the next person would be “The Dare Devil”. covering her eyes from the sudden light change she relaxes a little enjoying the show since there is no problems at the moment.
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Kathleen leaned back, smiling a wicked grin as the next preformer appeared in his own unique way, making the audience gasp. She covered her abnormally large grin and turned to Kadriye.

"Ha,Ich bin gespannt zu sehen, seine Seele zu handeln; diese schrecklichen Dämonen ihnen wird bald genug bekommen ..." She chortled vilely again, ignoring a few odd images that fluttered under her eyes lids like frightened butterflies. A few she caught, her heart lurching at the sights; distorted, deformed bodies tangled on the floor of the cellar, the bright, curious eyes of her 18 month old son frozen in that state, but the skin on the face was gone, the adorable dimple she always played with to tickle him was ripped from him like a bandage from a wound. Her 13 year old son coated in dried crimson as if it were a second skin, his gothic attire framed with the bodily fluid like an old picture. Her lover, her all, her forever partner, along with her offspring, stripped of flesh and muscle, a few of these still clinging to the bones like embedded gum. Her head spun, her stomach clenched with nausea, and it took every fiber of her being to retain from the acid in the back of her throat that threatened to escape her body. Dizzy and unwell, she stared ahead with deer-in-the-headlight eyes, blinking repeatedly as if she were disoriented. Taking a deep, loud, obvious breath, she clutched the gun on her thigh. With her consciousness busy with the horrid display, she uncased the gun and held it level with the preformer introducing himself.

One shot... One shot... One shot... She wasn't mentally aware of her finger slowly clenching the trigger to her.~





Rouge watched as Jeremiah began his own little speech, smiling widely as the Ringleader ducked under the flap with a quick peck on the cheek for her.

"He's doing wonderfully, eh, Rougelina..." Rouge loved the French accent that sounded whenever he spoke her name, and blushed like a young school girl with her crush, foolishly fiddling with a strand of white hair.

"Of course, Roman-dear. He is our most popular preformance, and he probably wants to give the people what they came here for." Her smile widened, although it looked totally natural on her kind, round face, and she turned her flushed gaze out into the crowd, watching their expression. One woman was clutching her child tightly, the child's face glistening with tears. Another was a young teenage girl with fine, curly hair, her face showing utter amazement. Finally, her gaze rested on something that made her heart hammer and roar in her ears like the oncoming gunshot she feared.

"R-Roman! Roman!" She cried, turning to gaze at him with huge, terrifyed eyes. She quickly stabbed a shaking finger at the black, glinting gun barrell that shone in the light of the cirque lamps that lined the emergency exits, something they rarely used. Her breathing increased as he dashed over to her side to gaze along with her at the weapon in the mortal woman's hand. His mouth hung wide, his hand painfully clasping her dainty shoulder; he clutched so hard that she subconsciously cried out in agony. He released her with a quiet appology, unsure of what to do.~

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watching the perfomance of the dare devil, a small flash of light caught her eye, looking around it shows up again, looking down she notices the female was scared, sweating and clutching something what looked like metel, not to sure of what it was, she starts to wonder the possibles of what it could be. Noticing someone taping her shoulder as she screams a little from the other person griping at her shoulder. "well never seen this before." she says to herself outloud

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"SHIT!" Kadiye yelled, grabbing the gun in Kathleen's hand, this action caused the gun to shoot but it didn't hit anyone. She heard the lilith's scream and flinched, it was horrorfying but still she screamed "QUE SE PASSE-T-IL DANS LE MONDE PENSEZ-VOUS QUE VOUS FAITES ! LÂCHER DE L'ARME À FEU ! QUELQU'UN VA MAL GET ! ET IL NE SERA PAS UN DÉMON ! ME DONNER L'ARME À FEU ! AVANT VOUS CAUSER DES DOMMAGES PLUS !" She said this with a perfect french accent even though she was battling for the gun. She was insane, she could have shot an innocent by-stander. She did not stand for this kind of violence. She pushed the gun up and over her head, trying desperately to get the gun away from this woman. People had begun screaming, filing out of the tent leaving only her and Kathleen, fighting over the gun. She knew she was gonna get shot for this, but what she had done was rediculous. Trying a different language trying desperately to get her to let go.

"WAS IN DER WELT DENKEN SIE, SIE TUN! LASSEN SIE DAS GEWEHR! JEMAND GEHT, GET WEH! UND ES KEIN DÄMON! GEBEN SIE MIR DAS GEWEHR! BEVOR SIE WEITERE SCHÄDEN VERURSACHEN!" Again Kadiye tried another language. "ЧТО ДЕЛАТЬ В МИРЕ ВЫ ДУМАЕТЕ, ВЫ ДЕЛАЕТЕ! ОТПУСТИТЕ ИЗ ПУШКИ! КТО-ТО СОБИРАЕТСЯ ПОЛУЧИТЬ БОЛЬНО! И ОН НЕ БУДЕТ ДЕМОН! ДАЙТЕ МНЕ ПИСТОЛЕТ! ПРЕЖДЕ ЧЕМ ВЫ ПРИЧИНИТЬ БОЛЬШИЙ УЩЕРБ!" It was hopeless there was no getting through to this insane women, so instead she tried something else, taking a single hand off the gun she slapped Kathleen, the noise resonated through out the entire tent. Now she just waited for some kind of reply.



Lavani froze, the noise echoed in her ear even with her earplugs on. Her eyes watered, though her face did not change in emotion, and slowly the tears over flowed. The last thing she did before everything went pitch black was scream so loudly no one wouldn't be able to hear it. It echoed with her normal voice and lilith voice creating a sound so unatural even she flinched at her own voice. She gave into her fear and collapsed, it was to much for her, too many terrible memories, too many noises.

Lavani's body plummeted down, down, down though she wouldn't be aware of it untill she actually collided with the oncoming ground. By then though it could be a little to late.
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Looking at what now is the gun, she starts to wonder as the two fight over it, over there head and screams as everyone get out, Jumping down i head down the help everyone out the tent to safety as the other two fight. Going back to the main area where they are fighting, the other has the gun as the other is on the ground crying. walking over with caution "Please, put the gun down on the ground, i really dont want to see anyone hurt today, i have no idea what going on"

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Re: Cirque de Vampire: The Blood Chronicle(IC)

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The applause alone caused Jer to turn towards the flap which he ducked under nodding to Roman as he his pale face became the only light on the stage women clutched their childeren and it made him smile one of his fangs protruding from his lip he bowed to the crowd and then walked away from the stage grasping his favorite items the Chainsaws he pulled the string firing them up.

Using his supernatural voice he walked towards the center and stared out at the people, "There are blades on these chain saws and just to assure every boy and girl that this stunt is completely real I will cut off my middle finger", he said calmly with one chainsaw in his right hand, in his left hand was another which he casually sat down on the ground before him. The people in the crowd stared at him obviously not believing that any man would take off his own finger.

Jer pulled the throttle reving the chainsaw up and then held his left hand up and then he cut off his left finger it dropped to the ground sending blood flying out at the crowd. A few ran away getting up and just running for the door, Jer didn't look at the blood he already felt sick to his stomach just hearing the sound of the liquid splatter on the stage floor. Smiling he lifted up his left hand looking past the blood stump he held it up for the crowd to see.

After a few seconds he could hear the sound of retching meaning his act had caught many attentions. Slowly he bent down and picked up the finger which he put it on the stump. The skin, bones, muscles, and tendons melded back together and then he showed it to the crowd. Some fainters maybe he would win the Faint comp after all. He was about to pick up the chainsaw when he heard the shot.


Because of his supernatural hearing the shot rang in his head and caused him to drop down to one knee his eyes scanned until he found the origin of it he was pissed someone had just ruined his act and it was far from over. Obviously he wasn't getting shot from the cannon tonight calmly he stood up and walked to where Lavani lay he knelt not touching her which was one of his fears and looked her body over, "Are you alright little one", he asked concern not very evident on his face.

Raising his head he saw James walking out onto the stage pointing his hand like a mock gun, ducking Jer ran back stage and towards his tent his performance was ruined he had failed Rouge and Roman he didn't want to be seen or around anyone. Tears trailed down his cheeks as he jumped on his bed burying his screaming face into a pillow which muffled the sound slightly.



James had been sitting his in tent stealing flames from the array of lighters he had around him it had been tough for him to speak to anyone after because he was embarrased that the lilith beat his Faint score. Quietly he flicked open a zippo and then struck it watching the flame rise up and down, it was not his fire so it could burn him. So he kept his hands away from the flame.

Finally he heard the Dare Devil being blasted through the speakers and rose from his chair wandering out of his tent and slowly towards the stage he stood up against a cross beam watching Jer walk out onto the stage and talk about the reality of his act. Of course the dhamphir wouldn't feel it he didn't feel anything James was convinced that the boy had and showed no emotion whatsoever it was puzzling to him and it only made him want to know more about him.

James looked away when Jer cut his own finger of and even he could feel the need to retch even though this act he had seen performed many times. It always amazed him watching Jer put his finger back on, to actually watch the regerating take place was pretty cool

Then he watched him reach down for he chainsaw and he himself heard the shot immediatley he ran out onto the stage aiming his fingers like mock guns at any moment he could fire bullet sized fire ball with the same speed and accuracy of someone holding a pistol with a copper bullet. His eyes searched around the stage and crowd as Jer checked on Lavani before running out like a sniveling baby.

James shook his head and then walked to where Lavani stood his hand still cocked as he aimed at the crowd, he placed his left hand on her shoulder double taking as he asked her, "Lav get up and get off the stage, before they start shooting again", he whispered standing up and walking towards the front of the stage he saw the two women fighting over the gun and aimed his mock gun at them glaring at them.

People always had to come and screw with freaks and today he was hoping to invite them to a barbeque he thought to himself watching Sage walk up to them, "Girl becareful jeez you don't just walk up to someone holding a gun, I don't care what you are", he shouted not taking his eyes off the two women except to look back and make sure Roman and Rouge were unharmed.

James stayed there watching and waiting for their next move.

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Re: Cirque de Vampire: The Blood Chronicle(IC)

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Kadiye immediatley released her hold on the gun, and stepped back from Kathleen. She knew things would be alright she managed to put the safety lock in the gun and now there was the fire breather. She couldn't help herself she glared at him all the whil shaking due to his red hair. She looked away towards the lilith, she couldn't help wondering if she would be alright.

"I saved the ring leader, shoot me and you are shooting someone whom helped you." Kadiye said to the red haired man. She didn't look at him knowing his hair would cause a spark of anger and fear. "Will the lilith be alright?" she didn't even know why she cared, perhaps it was guilt.

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Lavani hissed at James when be touched her shoulder. The fall had brought her back fronthe darkness, though it was a rather uncomfortable way of doing it. She wobbled off the stage, she had a blistering migrain, though there was no pain on he face. She stopped in front of Rouge and Roman, "You guys aren't hurt right?"

She decided that after checking on them she would go bother Jer, two reasons 1. He didn't catch her - actually she was glad he didn't she hated being touched, that was just an excuse for the second reason. 2. To make sure he was alright, psychologically that is.

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James ignored her and continued to point his mock gun at her the tip of his index finger now smoldering until its tip sparked a flame it was long and jet like he clutched his fist the jet of flame now turning into a whip. He stood still watching the gunner.

"Thats where your wrong the ringleader nor the Dare Devil should have been shot at", he shouted cracking the fire whip several feet infront of him. James was ready to fight for his family these people were his family he would protect them with every breath.

"Take your friend and get the hell out of here before I barbeque you both and don't worry your deaths won't guilt me", he shouted changing his foot work so it gave him a braver stance. "Why won't you look at me when you speak, you people are all the same always coming after us freaks we didn't do anything to you", he screamed his angry eyes resting on her face.

"The freaks that do bad and evil out there have a different name and thats Monsters as far as I'm concerned you people are no better", he shouted speaking his peace.

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