The bond of blood

Rik walked forward, he had his Nodachi hid in a fishing rod case he had slung across his back

 

OOC: Recap?

 

Zane quickly walked forward, bumping Rik to the side in quite a rude manner.

ooc: ummmm, nothen really. Mostly everyone is headen out to this carnivle place that is supposed to be the real deal, but everyone thinks it is a sham, which the circus guys want the people to think, becuz it really isn't a sham! In other words, it is the fake fake real!


ANd if you don't want a head ache from tryen to figure that out, basicly, we all goin to the carnivle of freaks! (its a vampire carnivle lead by a human)

 

OOC: Thanks.

Emma, who finished the book, set it down and opened the window to walk on the balcony. There were a lot of lights, it seemed like some kind of carnival Looks like fun. She turned into a large bat and flew toward it. After a few minutes, she hid behind some trees and turned back to normal. Then she casually walked up to the ticket booth and bought a ticket. She didn't see the hunters as she walked into the carnival.

 

As Nate continued to walk home, he saw some bright lights far off. "What's this now?" He said to himself walking towards the source. He could smell the blood from here, humans were gathering..but for what? He reached the carnivale and after buying a ticket, he slipped into the crowds of people.

 

Rik cursed under his breath and walked to a ticket booth. After getting a ticket he stood around in the middle of the carnival eyeing up the crowd, checking for vampires.

 

Lucian walked around looking for this "ringmaster". "where are you ringmaster"He said to himself

 

OOC: Lol, no problem. Like I said, it was a moment. I truly just wanted to test out if he was acceptable or not. (Plus, I couldn't think of a weapon really x.x) Anyway, yea, atleast I know there's a plot now, dammit :P

Anywho... Recap? :P

 

OOC: theres a recap a couple posts above you, but it's basically everybodies going to a carnival in the center of the city XD i'm good with details XD

 

OOC: roflmfao, thanks XD (I'm such a dumbass '>.>)

Juste walks into the carnival, his face grim, his clan's memory inbedded into his brain. He wished he could fight the impulses, to settle problems peacefully. He was broken. He walked farther in, releasing an aura of sorrow, of pity, and of ancient rage. His crimson eyes began to glow with an inner flame, accepting any challenge, his tears not slaying the fires. Juste stood still, near the giant tent, taking in a deep breath. He waited.

 

Rik was now walking amoung the crowd, he hadn't seen any obvious vampires in the crowd.

OOC: Roflmfaool XD

 

He lifted the ticket in his hand, reading it. It seemed plan, but curiously different. As if it had a purpose. He shoved the ticket into his coat pocket, his coat's tail caressing his ankles. 'Twas ancient, this cloak, for it was passed down since the first Belmont, the first vampire-slayer had a son. Generation after generation until Juste was born. He held the ancient cloak, the powerful tool of his ancestors. This cloak was not the ordinary rag you would see in Hollister or Hot Topic, it was a powerful, Transylvanian artifact!

Juste turned around to see several vampires in the crowd. He knew which were human, and which weren't. His Belmont Paranoia was still high. They were always ready for battle. Born and trained to be. He saw the flash of a Hunter's item, smirking to himself. A grim smirk. Vampires will die this night, he knew.

 

Rik wondered through the crowd unable to tell the difference between certain vampires and humans, but he still knew there where vampires in the crowd he couldn't tell who they where though.

 

Juste made a high-pitched whistle, meant for only the hunter he saw passing through. Rik. He leaned casually against a wooden beam near the tent, watching as both vampires and humans alike past through the flap. He shook violently, keeping himself from attacking vampires.

 

Rik heard the whistle and turned to see Juste leaned on a wooden beam. Rik moved over to him recognising his discription from a hunter he once talked to, A Belmont

 

A white brow shot up in intrigue as he noticed Rik's stare. He recognized a Belmont. "Jesus, can't any damn Hunter keep things shut?" He muttered with false anger, waiting for Rik to reach him. He needed information and he figured this Hunter would know something.

 

Rik walked over to Juste, "You come to enjoy the circus or enjoy the after party?" He asked joking of the slaughter to come, as if it was all planned out.

 

Juste's intrigue became anger. He kept the sharp retort to himself. "No, I am here to figure out what the hell is going on. Do you?" He asked, his english flawless. There was a hint of a Transylvanian accent in his voice.

 

"Yeah, theres some sort of circus of freaks going on here, apparantly theres real vampires here. It was probibly a gimic but from what I heard they sound liike the real deal", Rik said looking over his shoulder to check for someone listening in on their conversation.

 

His anger became as apparent as a knife in the heart. "Obviously a hunter of your stature knows nothing of respect," Juste blurted out, his white gloved hands clenching into fists, "I can see there's a circus of vampires. I know who are vampire and who are not. This is not some random gathering. It is something more. My guess could be a mass feeding for mating season... or..." he trailed off, letting his words hang ominously in the air.

War... he thought grimly, not appreciating the thought to kill more vampires. Something in him wanted to be nothing like his ancestors. He wanted to believe he was different, but Juste felt worse. Either he shames the family and its name, or himself and everyone around him. The Belmont was beginning to break down. He turned. "Please, just make it swift if you plan to slaughter them. Remember, though. What if they were family? Keep that question in mind..." He disappeared through the flap of the tent...