Koli threw a frustrated hand through his hair as he left his iron cage and had the privacy of the backstage darkness to shift back into his human appearance without an audience. Still hearing their astonishment through echoing comments, he was still ashamed and depressed of his situation. Shaking any piece of residual fur from his body, he opened his trunk to find some new clothes, but heard foot steps. Turning his attention, his eyes widened to see the circus master standing before him. Fear he would be fired from his job, the result of embarrassment meant alcoholism for his future. Instead, the circus master smiled at him and actually complimented on his animal acting as the crowd was bigger this time and more entertained. "Ah, thank you, sir. Great hearing that from you. Any word on a new knife partner?" He asked while raising his eyebrow. The circus master simply walked away and shook his head, leaving the young Lycubus behind to wonder and feel helpless. Feeling hungry, the wolf side of his genes caused him to subconsciously lick his teeth and his mouth as he threw on a shirt and vest combo. Adding a Hamburg hat, and he was set to jog over towards the food court of the fair.
Standing in line, he watched humans and observed their culture and behavior. Fascinated, he knew normal was far from his future, but he insisted on focusing on their interactions. When it was his turn to order, he paid for an elephant ear and quickly returned back towards the tents and behind the giant red curtain. He sat back there quietly and listened to the bearded lady sing the same song for what seemed like the millionth time. In between bites, he caught himself mouthing the words of her song. Licking his fingers, he smelled the most unusual scent, and his pupils widened in curiosity of what his nose caught. Why was this scent so familiar?
Leaving his food behind, he followed his nose and before he could fully conduct a search, his shoulder was grabbed. Startled, he turned around and had the circus master barking in his face to don some clothes, get in gear, and prepare a knife throwing act that didn't involve actually hitting the victim. Koli, frowned, yet jumped into action, getting his clothes prepared for the act, the usual pinstripe suit and top hat attire, his blood pressure made his face warm, and the face paint was just not sticking for him. Panicking, he hurried the best he could and when he heard the circus master's introduction for the blind knife thrower, he felt the sweat drop fall down his face. He grabbed his set of knives, popped his colored contacts into his eyes, and put on his best fake smile as the great Vrykolas, master knife marksman took the stage. The lights were way to bright at this venue, the crowd was smashed together like sardines in a can, and yet they were eager and ready with their phones to capture his act.
A smirk curled over his face as an assistant blindfolded his eyes tightly. He didn't even get to see his victim, but she was already singing and the music was already dramatic. The difference was, this girl could NOT die tonight like his beloved Delia could.
Putting on his best of act of a concerned disabled blindness, he stumbled over towards his mark with the help of an assistant. Pulling the first knife out and getting in stance to throw, that routine of throwing the knife at a certain key note as the woman sang, sent his arm flinging forward and the crowd held their breath as he heard the sounds of the knife thudding into the newly constructed target panel. The second knife was prepared and this time, he was preoccupied by that scent again. He hesitated, and the girl singing hit her mark and it was time for him to throw. Pausing, he couldn't throw. That scent was overwhelming. The pressure of pulling this act off without missing his chance to confront this creature was unbearable. At the third mark, he threw two daggers at the same time, and that created a hopeful climax for the crowd. Thud, thud, the knifes missed his victim's flesh.
Preparing the third knife, the music was off key, her singing became awkward, remembering how angry the circus master sounded, how hungry he still was. The stresses of realizing that scent was vampire, sent red alert fireworks in the pit of his stomach, his core became nauseous and his knees buckled. As that happened, he threw the knife sideways. The crowd shrieked loudly, and his heart sank. He ripped the blindfold off and realized he had just struck the new girl directly in her jugular. Koli bit his bottom lip, watching the blood fall, and watched her suffer to breath. He nonchalantly let his darting wolf eyes target the resource of the scent at the crowd. Before he could look any further, the curtain closed and medical staff was rushing the stage. The circus master was red in the face with anger and grabbed his black nightstick. The rush of feeling sorry for the girl, and needing to talk to this vampire, made him throw the curtain open and jump the stage.
Once inside the crowd, the looks of fears and terror surrounded him and he was spiraling out of control, not knowing where to hide. That scent of vampire was gone and he felt all alone. He knew he needed to run, but where?
When he woke, he could still smell the cow dung and horse feces inside the stable. He had a sense of depression, and didn't know how long he had been hiding and sleep inside the festival stables. Sitting up on bales of hay, he shook the debris from his hair and reached in his pocket for a steel mirror. Checking his face paint and his face, he saw himself and then an image of someone standing behind him. Startled, he jumped from the hay, onto the ground, and wolf growled from his throat out of reaction and faced this person. "Who are you?!" He bellowed out of fear, not knowing if he just found by the circus master's cronies or the police. His legs tensed and he was ready to run.