As a vampire, Vladimir Kalkovich was not a fan of the sun. He powers would always weaken. Yet, on show days, Vladimir was always up at the crack of dawn making sure everything was set up just perfectly. The countryside of France was a beautiful area, one of Vladimir's favorite. At the moment, Vladimir's Circus was outside of Lyons. After two weeks here, the Circus would move North to Paris. Vladimir wandered the circus tent inspecting everything. He made sure the seats were clean, the side show tents were in order, and the cooks were getting ready with the sweets and treats that were needed for tonight.  

Show time. Vladimir Kalkovich's favorite time. In his carriage he could hear the sounds of families, couples, and his 'children,' the creatures seeking refuge; all sounded happy. Vladimir loved the evening and even more spending it in the presence of humans. He had learned to control he predatory urges like all creatures who join his circus. Although he could control his urges, Vladimir still needed blood to function. Vladimir found an easy way around that. He would get 'donations' from human blood banks. Vladimir felt calm and sat in his carriage. He heard the shouts of joy coming from the main tent. "I'm no longer damned. I've redeemed myself." were the words Vladimir always told himself in the morning and before he went to sleep. The enjoyment he heard come from the tent just reenforced that idea. Just then Vladimir heard a knock at his carriage door. Vladimir opened the door. Two police officers were at the door.

"Nous avons besoin de vous parler." One officer said.

Switching to french Vladimir spoke, "What about officer's?" His Russian accent was thick and deep. One officer motioned for Vladimir to follow him. Worried, Vladimir followed them behind the main circus tent. His eyes being acute to the night saw and smelt immediately what they were going to. "A body…A human body." Vladimir thought. When they got closer and he was sure the officers could see the body. "Is that a body?" Vladimir asked in French.

"Oui. Do you know anything about this issue?" An officer asked. 

Vladimir answered all their questions to the best of his ability. Although the police were stumped on who the culprit was, Vladimir had a good idea. He and the ringmaster were explicit with the idea of "No killing, no eating, no harm will come to humans." Vladimir needed to find out who did this. He walked back into the circus area. He walked in the back entrance to the circus ten and ended up back stage. He was greeted brightly and Vladimir teased a few of the performers. Vladimir found the ringmaster back stage. "Rosalind, full circus meeting after the performance. We have a problem…" Vladimir looked serious while speaking. He left the tent and went back to his carriage. 

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Jean-Jaques Brouillard, had just joined the circus a week ago. The rumors about the place had been circulating around Europe for a few years. The supernatural viewed the circus as a safe haven. Regardless if you had a talent the Manager, would give you a job and provide protection from the human world. "Ouch." Jean's head always hurt when he thought about humans for some reason. It was as if his body was trying to remember something. After the slight headaches, they would escalate into the voices in his head reappearing. He would have to cut himself with a  silver knife to get the voices to stop. Silver is a major weakness Shapeshifters had. Silver burns like acid on their skin. It's a pain. Sometimes the voices wouldn't stop and Jean would black out. That particular event happened that day. He forgot everything he did on the Morning of the performance, it was only when he was in the fortune teller side show act when he came to his senses. Jean felt like telling the Manager that he was loosing his memory, but he felt embarrassed by it. Jean had this idea that his problems did not belong in the Circus. He just wanted to be safe. The Manager made it his goal to make everything better for Supernatural creatures and helping them get over memory loss was on his agenda. "I can't the Manager is always busy during the performance." Sighing, Jean went back stage to talk to the performers. He had nothing to do till after the main event. Jean heard the manager's voice from behind him. "Rosalind, full circus meeting after the performance. We have a problem…" "A problem…" Muttered Jean.

"Wonder what this is about." He returned his attention to Acrobats who were on stage. 

Alvira Roystan stood on stage preparing for the performance, she could hear the friendly chatter of the people drifting into the seats. She stretched out and soothed herself quietly.
"Shh... just another performance. You've done it a million time's before, you can do it again." Alvira always felt safe at the circus, it was always a shelter that she could turn to but it was times like these that worried her the most. She'd gotten used to the distinctive smell of the souls by now but they still distracted her on numerous occasions. Standing up, she tied her black hair back into a tight bun and attempted the flying flip, a simple move. With a slight crash she landed on the floor. Sixth fail in a row. She went off the stage in little leaps and bounds to get out of the attention of the sad souls that fluttered around her. She reached for her drink, gripping it a little too tightly when she sipped on it. It was just the nerves building up, wasn't it? Alvira always managed to get through the show without fail but what was distracting her this time? A rotten soul? There wasn't any soul in particular that spoke out to her but there was something a little... off. She could feel it in the atmosphere.

She sat up on one of the barrels to allow the other performers some time to practice and to allow herself some time to cool down.She couldn't get herself too worked up, who'd know what would happen. There had been a few situations in the past and she hoped that today wouldn't be one of them. She loosened her hair and sat back, watching the seats being slowly filled up.

Rosalind, always the demure, was in her fancy black and red dress, preparing to don her small, quirky RingMaster outfit. So when Vladimir came backstage the Pactress could only smile coyly with her frock down, sitting at her make up mirror. Then he leaned down, murmuring to her in instruction to call a meeting after the show. "We have a problem," He said. Her face went from coy to stoic and angry. She watched him walk away in the mirror, her chin raising in defiance of her reflection.

'Ooohhh~ is that the cologne of... mild panic I smell on our dear managers sweat?' Meesdovah asked within her mind.

"Vladimir is no coward," Rosalind spat back in defense of her dear friend, a mild french accent, long faded, painted over her words. "If he says there is a problem that requires all the ears of our beloved performers, I trust him. Though," She looked over her shoulder, "I've yet to see him in this sort of stress."

'Perhaps you should ease the tension of the poor soul,' Meesdovah said, a smirk in his voice.

"Haha..." She looked down. "My dear Medoh," She murmured faintly as she looked up at the mirror, the reflection of her demon present with his arms folded behind her. "He cares for no ones advances. The only ease I may bring our Dearest Manager is the ease of knowing I can only cause more tension."

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Sasha stood in the kitchen, singing a tune in russian quietly to himself. He set the cotton candy aside to be made, and focused on making breakfast. Many of the performers were already lining up, demanding food. He set out the food, trying to smile at them... which came off as more of a grimace. With a sigh, he turned from the line to the meat locker. God knows his meal was inside... Huffing, he went inside to one of the pieces of hanging meat and sliced off a good chunk for himself. He ate the slice almost like an apple, a bloody, raw apple made of meat. He blushed before looking down. He didn't like to eat in front of everyone and chose to satisfy his extremely picky belly in the meat locker. Perhaps he should start bringing in a blanket...

Hammond grabbed several lightbulbs from the storage closet and swiftly shut the door. Going next to one of the soft boxes, Hammond switched out several of the lightbulbs. All the while Hammond flipped a coin casually, never dropping it or missing a beat. When he was done, Hammond walked around the back, looking over some of the workers. He grabbed one of the acrobat's hand and analyzed it quickly, then let it go. "It'll be good for today's performance, but you'll need to see me before tonight," Hammond told her before moving on. He checked on several other people and gave them similar orders to renew their glamour sometime before tomorrow. He turned his head when he saw Vladimir pass by him, seeming worried over something. Hammond shrugged and continued walking around, he was usually worried over everything. Wonder what that smell is, he thought as he went back into the main tent to continue his work on preparing the stage.

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Phillip stood over the sink with the water on, holding his silver dagger under the faucet. The blood spread off, dripping down into the sink. After a wipe with a towel the dagger was once again clean. The phone rang loudly in the other room, making Phillip glance over. He set the dagger down and walked over to pick it up. "Yes? Right we just finished a job. Yeah we're nearby. You sure? Alright, we'll look into it." Phillip hung up the phone and took out his wallet, flipping past several of his cards including his FBI and NCA IDs and grabbing his DCRI (French Central Directorate of Interior Intelligence) ID to place in the front. "Right, off to the circus we go," he muttered, closing his wallet then opening the closet to pull out his suit.

Fia had spend the morning cleaning her cart. She placed all things that were not human friendly or not from this world away in the back under lock and key. After they were hidden she draped fabrics around making sure that everything was covered and it looked showy enough for the humans that were going to visit her. Opening one of the windows of her cart she allowed the smell of rot from her current body to leave and be replaced with fresh air and she went around lighting candles to cover the smell. A caw called to her at the window as a crow sat on her window sill. She turned to look at the crow that turned its head to and fro ruffling its feathers.

CAW! it cried loudly.

"I know." She replied back then shooed the crow away. When all her preparations were complete she opened up her cart for the public. Dragging all her layered robes with her she stepped out of her cart and placed her signs reading "MADAM FORTUNE". Her other signs read about how she was able to see the future and tell the customer about their love, life, wealth, and even death. When everything was set up she retreated back to her cart waiting for someone to come in.

Titania took a last glance around her cart. The caravan wasn't large by any means, but that was the way she liked it, and asked to keep a smaller cart years ago when she had the chance to "upgrade". It simply held a small cooler, a hammock like bed, a wardrobe like closet and a small table accompanied by three little chairs. Little trees and plants covered almost every available space in what seemed like an unorganized fashion. No one else knew that the cactus actually enjoyed sitting next to the lily plant, or that the Palm liked sharing the same window as the pine. The plants were all happy and in their perfect place.
She walked out of the caravan cart lightly, making sure her light green flowing dress didn't catch in the door. She swept a loose curl from her face, so that it lay perfectly outlining her cheekbone. Then touched the little silver band on her wrist. It was her disguise, her glamour from showing humans her true form, without it she would look at herself and see only the death and destruction that the nymphs had suffered. "What are you doing? What if people were to see you like this? you're supposed to be wild animals remember?" she gently chastised her friends, the two wolves splayed out in front of her door. They both snorted and sprang to their feet to follow Titania to the back of the tent.
A horrible feeling came to her stomach as she slipped off her sandals and let her bare feet touch the earth. Something was wrong here, affecting the grass around them. Tears almost sprang to her eyes. Decay was spreading, filling the ground and it hurt to touch it and let it flow through her. Slipping her sandals back on she shuddered, walking out into the ring. She would mention it to Vladimir about it after the show. Her friend would figure out what the trouble was, as he always did.

A child stood outside the tents, waiting with her parents. In the girl's hand, a sweet, sweet milk chocolate bar. The little girl smiled as a teenage boy approached, appearing to work at the circus. He was carrying a balloon in his left hand, extending it to the child with a kind smile on his face. The small girl smiled, the parents thanking him before returning to their conversation. The girl started to thank him as well when he suddenly reached up and tapped the balloon, as it burst with a loud pop. The girl yelped, dropping the candy bar. He scooped down quickly picking up the bar, walking away quickly leaving a crying child behind, still startled by the bursting balloon. Blake Todd bit down on the candy bar, continuing towards where Hammond should be. He glanced at his hands, the red claws starting to show.

He smirked, wolfing down the rest of the candy bar before approaching Hammond and the rest of the group. Chocolate was smeared slightly on one side of his face as he approached, his hands in his pockets. Hammond was probably checking the glamour on the group of performers, most needing their glamour renewed no doubt.. Blake didn't see the point of glamours, as they were uncomfortable and didn't last long. He also figured that the people would find the circus a bit more interesting if everyone was looking like their true self... but then again, with hunters, they couldn't take that risk. He chuckled slightly to himself, his mind returning to the surprised face of the latest victim of his pranks. He approached Hammond before speaking with his somewhat grating voice. "Hey Mr. Strin! How are you doing?"

The pale face human that stared back at Eleana through the reflective glass was unhappy. She worked the delicate nerves, triggering the faces humans tend to wear when they feel emotions: happy, excited, sad, angry. Anger was Eleana's favorite face her human mask made. She loved how her curved eyebrows arched together and her plump lips would either push together in a pout or a stretch across her face into a snarl. It didn't seem to matter what emoticon she pretended to wear because her eyes gave away her true feelings. She was growing restless again. The flesh cage around her was beginning to suffocate her. She could feel her wings try to spread and push against the glamor, her sharp talons tearing at the skin with no result. She knew how easy it would be to shed this horrible skin if she truly let go, but the promise she made long ago was always fresh in her mind. Remain human, keep the secret, keep us safe. Vladimir passes by Eleana's table, and her face goes back to neutral. No more over thinking these silly things, she had a performance to prepare for.

With a flustered sigh, Eleana reaches for her brush and begins to process of teasing her wild hair. It may be very useless, but Eleana liked her human hair. Once it was put up and held into place, Eleana starts on her clothing and makeup next. She removes the silk robe to reveal a skin tight leotard. It was a simple black one piece with long sleeves. Eleana had cut a number of small slithers into the sides to show a little skin. Finally, the deep red dress was adorn onto Eleana's frame. It was made with a material that would burn away easily at the climax of Eleana's performance to reveal the leotard underneath. Her favorite part of the dress were the strips of cloth that clung to the sleeves. When they catch fire, they gave the appearance of wings. The unhappiness returns to the women staring back at Eleana from the mirror. Without thinking, she raises her arms above her head, locking her wrist together and watches the artificial wings catch in the breeze. The sadness her human mask was wearing almost felt real..
Just like Wings.

As people came into Fia's cart she heard the sounds of the coins dropping into her collection box along with a caw followed by a gasp when one human decided to be tricky and not pay for her time. She had one of the crows that followed her perched beside the box like an ornament. It did a good job of not moving until sometime did not pay the right price or they tried to touch it. A couple placed their coins into her box and walked into her cart pushing past some drapes that allowed for more privacy inside. "Welcome, I've been expecting you." Fia said as she stood by her window holding a crow on her arm. She slipped a piece of paper into the beak of the crow and shooed it out the window to deliver the message. She turned her attention back to the couple that walked in. Stretching her covered arm out she gracefully motioned for them to have a seat. After she took her seat across from them she didn't bother asking why they were here. "You want to know if your love is true.. I can help you see the ties that bind you." She stated smiling to herself from under her head dress. The girl and boy exchanged looks with one another and held each others hand tights. "Please" The boy asked timidly. Fia look out a red string and tied it to the couples right pinky. "This is a string of faith. If it breaks before evening your love is not meant to be." She continued to explain to the couple the meaning until they understood.

The crow flew through the circus in search of Vladimir. It flew into tents peering at the occupants until it finally found him. Landing away from him, the crow knew better then to fly to his shoulder, the crow dropped the rolled paper and let out a caw. It fluffed it's feathers and hopped from side to side never getting to far away from the paper. It would stay there and snap at anyone that wasn't Vladimir if they got to close to the note. Inside the note it read in very elaborate hand writing and in an old Russian dialect that she was sure he would know, but others would have a difficult time figuring out.

"Unwelcome guests arrive soon."

A note like that would only mean one thing from Fia since she did not make a habit of carrying on idle conversations. Hunter.

Vladimir was in his carriage, crunching numbers, when a crow flew in his carriage. The loud caw made him shoot his head up. "Fia" Vladimir muttered. The crow dropped a note on his desk. Vladimir carefully opened the note from Fia. The note read, "Unwelcome guests arrive soon." It took Vladimir a second to understand the meaning of the message. "Hunters!?" Vladimir exclaimed. He started to pace back and forth talking to himself aloud. "This is bad. There aren't suppose to be a lot of hunters left in the first place. Do they know about the circus? They can't I've taken precautions since the very start of the circus." Vladimir slammed his fist on his wooden desk cracking it. As much as it displeased him, he knew his top priority was to find the creature who killed that human. Then once finding them, he'd banish them from the circus. That would have to shake the hunters off the trail of all the creatures in the circus. Vladimir wrenched opened the door to his carriage. The door became unhinged.

It was the end of the show and Vladimir saw humans coming out of the main tent. The looks of joy on their faces lifted his spirits a tad. Still he had more pressing issues. Vladimir went behind the tent, and entered backstage. "Meeting NOW!" Vladimir called out. He had never had this sort of tone before. The situation was getting out of hand. Vladimir went out into the main circus ring and waited for everyone to come out.

"As you all know the Circus was started as a safe haven for creatures of supernatural origin. History has made us seem as monsters that harm humans, which we are. That's specifically why I have a no killing slash hurting human policy. We're hated and feared and violent actions towards humans justify that!" Vladimir's voice started to get angrier. "This evening the Police came to visit me. They found a dead human body behind the tent. The marks on the body weren't anything that came from a human…Someone in the circus defied my rules…To make matters worse Hunters have gotten wind of this body and are coming to investigate! I know for fact who ever did this won't step forward, but keep in mind, I will find out, and I will make sure you regret putting all of us in danger. Now, get some rest everyone. We have another day performance tomorrow before we head to Paris."

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Jean listened to the Manager's speech. "Who could have done such a horrible thing? We're a family right? Surely this was all a joke." However, something in the manager's tone told him otherwise. Jean looked around at the fellow performers. They all had the same worried expression on their face. After the meeting was adjured, Jean went back to his tent. He laid down in his sleeping bag.

"Hahaha." Jean's head was spinning. "You could help this whole situation."

"No. Just leave me alone" Jeans said

"I am here to help you. I am your friend. I am you." The voice said. "Let me help you, so you can save this family of yours. So you can finally have an identity. I can help you. Trust me Jean-Jaques Brouillard."

Jean stood up and went to the restroom. He splashed water on his face.

"LET ME HELP!!"

Jean's memory went balck

After Vlad was done with his speech Rosalind sauntered over to her friend, gently massaging the stressed vampires shoulders. "Now dear don't be so tense~" She chided softly. She called over her shoulder as everyone left, "If you have any information regarding who is behind all this, let me or Vlad know and we will keep your identity anonymous." She looked back to Vlad. "Come dear, have a sit." She ushered him gently to the dressing room where he was sat down. She went to the small fridge, containing her salt-free snacks and sweets, and pulled out a bag of donated blood she kept for when her friend came by. She handed him the bag of red liquid before sitting across from him.
Her eyes went red.
"Who do you think did this?" The voice of Medoh and Rosalind intertwined as she spoke to him.

Alvira sat nervously in her trailer. After the speech she walked away without saying a word.
"The urge to kill somebody was understandable, we've all had that urge once or twice, it just took some major balls to do it and cover it up. But... it seems like they didn't do too well covering it up." Alvira thought to herself out loud. The death explains the smell from earlier on in the day and she thought it would have drifted off by now but the smell wouldn't leave her, like it was haunting and It was driving her nuts. The lost soul, roaming around the tent. She imagined it swirling around with the disturbing circus music on in the background. She shook her head and laid down but after a few minutes the temptation was too much and she bounced out of the trailer and ran towards the circus tent.

Alvira searched the outskirts of the tent for a good few minutes but there was no sign of the body but the scent of the soul was even stronger now. She climbed through the closed curtains of the tent and there it was. The golden, precious soul was drifting around the stage. Alvira wouldn't wait for a sign, she went for it. Sucking it in and letting it fulfill her body. It had been years since she'd had a good soul like that... which was sort of strange since she wouldn't had thought that the soul would have been murdered very happily. A crash from outside alarmed her and she quickly hid behind some packed up equipment. She'd be in a lot of trouble if she was caught at this time.

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Victoria sat on the wall twirling her pistol and rolling her bullets. She was worn out and hungry from that last mission but got told off by Phillip from complaining too much. She tucked her pistols into her belt and went to find Phillip, maybe he had some food she could 'borrow'. Victoria jumped in his room with a childish grin on her face whilst her pink her swayed past her shoulders. The blood had made a stain in his clothing which explained his fresh suit. "What's going on partner? We got another job?" She said in an American hillbilly accent to lighten the mood. The atmosphere felt heavy as always and she perched herself on a damp stool in the corner as she started twirling her pistol again, a habit she always had.

Eleana arrives with the rest of the performers, still feeling fresh and energized from her time in the ring. Vladamir was like a different vampire as he approaches the group. Now, when the circus was formed, there were very strict rules about the killing of humans. However, humans are fragile, it can be so easy to kill them, so of course there is a death from time to time. It seems someone was sloppy this time. A body was found and even worse the human authority was involved. Eleana rolls her eyes as she listens, some people need to learn how to clean up after themselves. The crowd shrinks as figures drafted toward their caravans or tents until its just Eleana and a few others. Vladimir and the ringmaster Rosalind seem to have gathered to talk quickly. Eleana watches this for a moment then wanders away from the circle herself.

She finds herself at the circle of caravans and walks toward the patches of grass in the middle served as a short of gathering place for the creatures to relax. The set of tables where they share their meals sits empty and the fire put populated by chairs is silent. Eleana leans, letting her fingers dance over the scorched logs and the whole pit erupts in flames. She pulls her robe together as the fire flickers and cracks the air enjoying the silence. Then Eleana catches the sound of footsteps as others approach the caravan circle. With arms folded, Eleana steps around the fire pit and lets her feet carry her toward the treeline, Eleana needed the fresh air.

Sitting in the trees, watching everyone as per Rosalinds orders, Sashas legs dangled from the tree limbs. He listened, calmly, to the breeze. Ah, a cloudy night. He loved it when he could go outside, it made him sad to stay within... He perked up, hearing someone approach. He jumped down in front of who dare walk toward the forest right now, tall and looming over the figure in front of him.
"Who goes?" He asked, russian accent thick. Then he noticed... "Ah... Eleana. I'm sorry..." He blushed, stepping back, a bit embarassed. The pretty woman enjoyed her privacy. "Do not mind me... Do you need accompaniment?"

Hammond turned to see Blake approaching him. He noticed the chocolate smear and the sly grin Blake had on. "I'm doing quite well, but it looks like I'll have to renew the glamour of a lot of people tonight. How's yours holding up?" Before he was able to check without Blake's permission, Vladimir began his swift announcement. All the while, Hammond observed as he leaned against the wall. He wasn't the least bit surprised that someone was killed. He had been expecting for this to happen for months, years even. And now it finally happened. The trickster watched Jean walking out Hammond casually turned back to Blake, almost already forgetting. "So like I said how's your glamour holding?"

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Phillip looked away from his suit and turned to Victoria who had come in unannounced. He was quite relieved that he hadn't started changing before she had come in. "I know it's soon after our last job, but I got a call on a body that showed up in a circus tent. From the description of the body, it sounds are kind of thing," Phillip explained in a somewhat casual manner but , setting his suit on his bed. The hunter turned back to Victoria, leaning against the bed. "Disguising as French Internal Intelligence would be ideal, they'd ask less questions and stay out of our way. Besides, I haven't been to a circus before so I figured it'd be nice to go to." Phillip turned away and opened up his drawer, pulling out his pistol and setting it on top of it.

Blake opened his mouth to answer when a meeting was called, and Vlad did not sound happy. Blake shook his head, knowing this would not attract wanted attention. If they were lucky, only the police would be snooping around... but when were they ever lucky? Someone was risking everyone's safety for their own personal gain... or maybe there was an explanation that had just failed to come to light. Either way, it wouldn't matter to Vlad. He looked at his co-workers, his family, knowing that someone here was guilty. Then again, who wasn't guilty of a little murder now and then, intentional or not.

When Hammond wasn't looking, he quickly wiped the chocolate from his face, the scales of his claw scratching against the glamour-created skin. He tucked his hands back into his pocket, just before Hammond turned and picked up where they left off. "Oh, my glamour? It's fine, haven't noticed any problems recently. If anything comes up, I'll be sure to let you know." He gave Hammond his best smile, not wishing to be caught in his lie. Anyone that knew Blake, and his habits, would recognize this smile as his lying face.

Titania listened to Vlad, resisting the urge to run into the closest forest and hide. Another encounter with the hunters was not something she wanted ever to happen. But, accidents happen, and even nymphs can kill humans for nutrition, when there was not enough plant life to support them, it was bound to happen. Memories of burning woods and of Titania's friends faces flashing before her eyes. She twisted the small silver bracelet on her wrist and glanced at the wolves, who sat calmly by her side. 'do you know what happened?' She asked with her mind. They both looked at her, both set of eyes telling her they were not the culprits.
Once dismissed Titania sighed and rushed to her quarters to change into more comfortable clothes, before walking over to the clairvoyants cart. The demon was seclusive, as much as she was, but they made a small habit of simply talking once in a while, if just to remain entertained. Calmly she knocked on the door, "Fia, its Titania. May I come in?"

Vladimir ripped open the bag of blood. He drained the bag viciously as if it would be his last meal for awhile. "The Hell if I know who did this!" Vladimir's calm, happy, joking demeanor had been vanishing since this morning. Vladimir slammed his fist on the table cracking the table. "Rosalind, Medoh...I am doing the right thing? Protecting creatures who just harm others? I have to be...don't all living things have a given right to live?" Vladimir slumped in his chair. "When I find whoever did this, I going to tear them limb from limb for putting all of us in danger. "Thank you, both of you." Vladimir said in a depressing tone before leaving the dressing room he needed sleep. Vladimir went his carriage. Vladimir laid down in his bed. He always laughed the idea Vampires sleeping in a coffin, yet tonight he didn't find it amusing. Vladimir stayed awake the whole night. Walking around the circus area. After walking around the Circus twice Vladimir shot off into the forest, continuing his walk.

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The next morning
Vladimir had come out of the woods. His mind refreshed. Then, a strange scent hit his nose. "Blood." Vladimir muttered. He speed off to the source of the scent. "Shit..." Vladimir cursed. "Another Human...dead." Vladimir sighed. He needed to clean up the evidence before the police....or worse came. Vladimir ran into the circus encampment to get a shovel. While running he passed Jean, in which it appeared he was coming from the restroom. "Monsieur Brouillard. I need your help." Vladimir sprinted to get two shovels. When he returned he looked at Jean, "Follow me." Vladimir brought Jean to the body he just found. "I highly doubt you did any of this. Shapeshifters don't have any lust for killing humans. I feel like I can trust you and Rosalind only in this whole ordeal. Everyone I thought I knew....They're all suspects. Anyway, Jean I need to get his body far away from the circus. I can carry the body, and you at the same time and cover good distance. I'll be right back." Vladimir game back with a little thing of gasoline and a box of matches. "I'll run 8-9 miles, bury and burn the body."

Jean got on Vladimir's back without a second word. "He can trust me...I feel honored. Maybe he'll be willing to listen to me from now on." Jean smiled. He felt happy for the first time in a very long time.

"Do you know why we need to exterminate this body?" Vladimir asked starting to run at blinding speeds. "There's an old saying, Every dead body that's not exterminated, gets up and kills, the people it kills get up and kill...Think about it." Vladimir said.

While thinking about this idea, Jean felt Vladimir suddenly stop. They then both started to dig a hole. After the hole was big enough for a body, Jean dumped the body in a whole. Next Jean let Vladimir pour gasoline on the body and then light it on fire. Jean stood there watching the body burn. For some odd reason his head started to pound. Then as soon as it came, the pain went away. "What do we do if Hunters find us all out?"

"I am taking precautions to make sure that won't happen, Monsieur Brouillard. If worse comes to worse, we maim the hunters and flee." Vladimir replied. Soon the body finished burning and nothing left was the scent of burnt flesh and a pile of ashes. Vladimir started to refill the hole. When they finished the filling the whole, Vladimir had Jean get back on his back. They soon arrived back at camp. "Now that's taken care of get back to work!" Vladimir smiled at Jean and walked back to his carriage hoping to get a few hours of sleep. He was exhausted at the moment.

Fia had kept things like they were during the opening hours of the circus knowing she would have a visitor before the nights end. She had been busy putting all of her human fortune telling things away, such as her crystal ball and cards. She didn't really know why human wanted to believe in things like crystal balls being able to read the future. She knew though that if she didn't have it and told the future it would bother the humans even more. Plus normal humans tended to use such tricks and seemed to get away with it. She had remembered one time she let a human tell her all about her past and future. It was a laugh to hear what all he had told her.

The knock finally came to her door as she was finished putting away the last of her equipment. "Enter." Was the only thing she said to allow the nymph to enter. Though Fia wasn't overly fond of Titania she did allow her to make small talk. When the nymph entered her cart she motioned to a chair less gracefully then she had when the humans came in to spend money. Her being informal wasn't an insult to Titania, but a sign of being relaxed. Also unlike she would do with others to end the conversation, Fia would not answer her questions before asked. "Welcome Titania. What brings you to my cart this evening?" Though her entire body was covered a faint smile could be felt in the tone of her voice as she spoke.

The first thing Eleana hears is the soft cracking of branches and leaves, then Sasha is looming before her. She was always in marvel how the others seem to move. Sasha seem to move with the shadows, combining both his vampiric and lycan instincts that makes him silent like a ghost. She catches his blush and watches his predator stance relax.
"And a good evening to you as well Sasha." Eleana eases his embarrassment with a soft smile but she cannot keep eye contact for long, the forest keeps stealing her attention.
"Do you need accompaniment?"

Eleana returns her gaze on Sasha. She usually enjoys her walks when in isolation, but with the current situation leaving everyone so tense, perhaps she should accept the company when she wanders off late at night. Sasha wouldn't be the worst to accompany her. He appeared so young, but the ancientness in his eyes was something she could relate to.
"I by no means need a escort, there is very little that can harm me." Eleana replies and she begins to walk forward, she does look back at the moment toward Sasha "But, if you wish to follow anyway, you are welcome to." She doesn't give time for response, but instead walks with arms crossed around herself deeper within the forest.