Vladimir glared at Blaire. A glare few have ever seen. "You don't know anything about what happened. Those Hunters aren't in the circus, they're probably at the scene of the crime. They saw nothing. If you really want to help Blaire, Sit down and shut up." Vladimir decided to tap into his powers to see if they were hiding anything from him. "Dammit..." Vladimir thought, "Wards. What should I have expected from purebreeds though?"
Vladimir's expression changed as soon as Malcolm started to ask him questions about the hunters. "You really don't get it do you? Hunters have, and always will be, racist, as humans call it, and dangerous. They've been hunting us supernatural from day one. They don't know the circus is full of Supernatural...In fact they think a Djinn is hiding out here. They're trying to find it, but we'll be long gone by the time they realize there is no Djinn." Just then, Vladimir heard a knock and someone new stuck their head in. "Helloooo? I'm Lithuania merrel....er Elena for short? I'm looking for a body." They said. "Vladimir looked up. "Shit..." He cursed under his breath. He recognized the scent. Djinn and...Hellhound. "Come in, Elena." Vladimir said flatly. He was having the worse day possible. "I'm the Manager of This Circus, Vladimir Kalkovhich." He motioned for her to sit down as Blaire got up. "Malcolm. If you want to help, you're help would be appreciated. I need to take care of Elena here, so go talk to Rosalind, the Ringleader, or Hammond for a job. Tell them I gave you the OK to help out. They should be in a big tent near the main one. It's the second biggest tent here. Can't miss it. Have Rosalind come to me as soon as possible as well. Thank you, you two are dismissed welcome to the circus. Also, Blaire, if you screw up and let something slip...I won't hesitate to give you a 'haircut'" Vladimir finished putting quotation marks around haircut.
"Now Elena, how may I be of service to you?" Vladimir asked. His mood was looking up a bit. A Djinn/Hellhound had just walked through his door. She could be put to good use...No he would never do that to another creature. He vowed to protect...Not exploit. His mood dampened again. He wasn't himself.
Jean Placed Blake down on the desk. "Vladimir went Psycho...Rosalind, has he ever done something like this before? He could have killed Blake if he didn't stop. He was furious."