Seigfried looked from out of the ticket booth were he stood to look at cars heading over to park themselves comfortably. The early ones, which ould wait in their car for another twenty minutes or so, wanted the best parking spaces, the spots where they could easily come back to if they had forgotted something, or if they wanted to leave.

He rolled his eyes, both the demon and the human one, getting out of the ticket booth and locking the door. He didn't feel like waiting for the mortals, he wanted to see Ringmaster. He ran a hand into blue hair, and turned to where he heard snarls and growls. Those two again.. he adjusted the small glas.ses propped on his nose and walked to where the noises where coming from.

Just as Nathaniel started to make his way towards the tent, the Ringmaster pas.sed by in front of him, holding his morphing cane in one hand. Seigfried smiled to himself, deciding that it would be much more enjoyable to watch the two get scolded by the Ringmaster than to get his hands dirty.

He had heard it all through the thin fabric that lined the tent. Once the Ringmaster took Christian out of the tent and out into the open, Nathaniel growled. Now he couldn't speak to the Ringmaster.

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Matheo tagged behind Viral, who had tried desperately to look his best before the show started. Viral breathed in deeply, fixing his blonde hair with a brush. He turned to Matheo, looking at him with his dual-colored eyes. It sent chills down Matheo's spine. "Get me some hairspray." He ordered, and Matheo got right to it.

He brought it back, and Viral quickly got to work fixing his hair. Suddenly, the crack of a whip made Viral jump, and Matheo was already protectively crouched over him. Viral set down his hairspray violently, getting up and stalking out of the tent, Matheo trailing not to far behind.

"Where is that Ringmaster?! Who is he scolding now?!" Viral growled to no one in particular. Matheo followed the Ringmaster with his gold eyes as he took Christian by the wrist out of a tent. Matheo turned to Viral. "One of the twins." He said simply, causing Viral to roll his eyes. "Damn him.. and that cursed whip too." He said, remembering that he too, was almost struck by it, but Matheo took the blow.

((-openly stalks lol-))

Christofer huffed letting low growls come from his throat. He didn't care for the Ringmaster. His mind was made up about the man. I'll really deal with you later.  That statment caused the Demon to let out a ominous laugh. Threats were all the Ringmaster could do right now.

Empty threats until after the circus was over and their performances were finished. Then he was sure whatever he was going to do was eithr going to hurt or cause him some type of mental anguish. If it was physical harm the Ringmaster wnated to do he wouldn't do so until they were on the move again giving his dead body days to heal jus tin time for the next show. If it was mental...well one could never be to sure on the effects of that. 

Christofer seemed to freeze though as soon as his eyes focused on Ringmaster's hand wrap around his brother's wrist. In a flash, or so it seemed, both were gone causing Christofer to jump at the tent enterance in all intent to go after the two. He was worried what the man might do to his brother.

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Christian, on the other hand, allowed himself to be pulled out of the tent and behind the Ringmaster. He knew fighting was wrong but in all reaity, Christofer started it. He was the idiot wanting to run away with his boy toy in which was no more. This caused the twin to smirk as the thoughts from just a few hours previous came back to him. The silent screams of the man as his giant Demon jaws were on his throat. The warm taste of blood trickling down his throat and chin as he ripped the man to peices.

The twin had to snap his thoughts back to reality when he realized they were away from the tent and Ringmaster had turned to face him. "Sir...I apolgize for my actions" He spoke shifting his weight wondering just how much he was goin to get in trouble. He didn't know of the body did he? Oh he hoped not. That was pretty messy to just acomplish yet find and clean up.

Ashley, usually a happy go lucky blonde with saphire blue eyes, had been hiding within the tent that the two twins had come into to fight. He rather liked this tent because it was usually not very light, rather dark actualy and he liked dark places. Thrived off them actually, he pulled his energy out of the dark.

He witnessed everything. From the moment the twins had come into the tint so when ringmaster drug away Christian for whatever reason and he could only as.sume that it was for punishment reasons. And he watched Chistofer lunge at the tent exit and he made his move. He was probably the only other creature in this circus that could stop the twins when they were in one of their raging stages.

He moved foward in a flash, a mask of black shadows whisping around like smoke and caught Christofer mid stride before he could even get his paw back onto the ground. "Tsk tsk tsk...." He clicked his tongue on the back of his teeth. "Baaaaad idea Chistofer." He told the other in demon form.

"Rushing off without thinking is only going to get yourself and your brother into more trouble than you're already in and remember that Ringmaster would dare hurt one of his performers right before a show." He told him, reminding him of the simple fact that everyone in this circus knew. It was actually an odd source of hope for them all.

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Ringmaster smirked, his eyes taking on a glint that could almost be called amusement if you didn't know him any better. "Don't grovel." He spoke, "Meaningless words mean nothing to me and so are a waste of valuable breath..." He said, referring to Christian's apology.

He knew that he didn't mean a word of it, he could amost taste the satisfaction radiating from the boy and the blood lust on him and knew that he was the one to kill the man that he found. But the fact that Christian was saying what he thought Ringmaster would like to hear amused him to no end.

He reached up and grabbed Christian's chin forcibly, 'gentle' not being in his vocabulary and aparently not in his arsenal of actions either. "Now..." He started, looking over Christian's face. "I want to know what this is all about and lying is useless..." He said with a sigh, turning Christian's head to one side to look down at his neck. "And I hate lyers...." He tilting his head, eyes roaming, quickly inspecting damages. 

Christofer was in the mood to rip out Ringmaster's throat but the shadows alarmed him causing him to lash out at them with his powerful jaws. It dawned to him that his feet where no longer on the ground only upsetting the Demon even more. "Let go of me! I want to rip his throat out" the Demon snarled, jaws bared towards the darkness surrounding him.

His breathing deepend and growls seemed to subside as he focused on his fellow circus mates words. His eyes focused on the surrounding shadows creating sort of a botomless abis of black. This seemed to calm Christofer as his breathing returned to normal and his ears pinned against his skull. "He took Christian" he spoke out to Ashley's mind. Sure he was the one that started the fight but that didn't mean he cared for his brother's wellbeing.

With anouther sigh like growl, Christofer shifted back into his vampire form not really worried about the shadow's holding him off the ground. His now red eyes focused below him trying to figure out what his next move was. Ringmaster had Christian and he was in more trouble than he could even wrap his mind around. It was going to be a long night he could feel it.

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Christian listened to Ringmaster's words before frowning. Okay so his apologies wern't going to work but he already figured that one. He couldn't help but to apologize though. It was in his nature to be the first one to admit he was wrong.

He felt Ringmaster's fingers on his chin making him look at him rather roughly but Christian didn't complain. He just staired up at his face listening to the words that seemed to slip off his tongue so easily. He allowed Ringmaster to do what he wished with him seeming to not protest or anything. Once his head was turned to the side he focused on the ground beginning to lay out the story for him.

"Christofer had a fling with a worker here. The man whispered promises of freedom and planted it inside my brother's mind. He thought the man could get him out of here. To run with him and away from me and this place. I couldn't have that..." Christian growled his upper lip curling into a slight snarl.

"He attacked me because I ripped the man to peices. I made sure he wasn't going to whisper any other nonsence into my brother's mind. I made sure he couldn't run nor call for help. Slaughtering him like a baby lamb. It was easy to kill that idiot. My paws easily broke his legs like they were mere twigs. My jaws wrapped around his throat; fangs slowly peirced his skin. The blood pouring out as I tightened my grip on him. My claws digging into his flesh nearly disembowling him. He disurved it. Trying to take my brother away from me! I let my anger out on that man. Using my jaws to rip his flesh to peices and enjoying his taste. His sticky blood running down my throat and jaws, not to mention on my paws. There was nothin left of him and Christofer found out. He attacked me and I defended myself. That's all. My only regret is not letting him scream. Not hearing his sounds of pain and pleading. I should have let him beg for mercy...." He explained.

His breathing seemed to deepen just by the thoughts of his murder. It was oddly satisfying to him but wasn't quite sure how Ringmaster would take it. Ringmaster didn't like lying so he didn't lie. He explained to him exactly what happened, what he felt, everything.

Christian chuckled, "Don't worry about your brother. I told you that he'll be fine. At least until after the show tonight. You two perform together, yes?" he asked light heartedly. "You can see him then and make sure he's in one piece." He stated. He would have let him go, but didn't think he was quite ready to be released yet.

He then, with his ability to control his shadows, egan to bounce Christofer in the air slightly, seeing how much he could get away with. And since when do you get ot mess with another circus member and they have no control over anything? It was fun. He stood off to the side of the black mas.s of shadows, pointing his finger lazily at it, moving it up and down and the mas.s would follow.

"Lower than yo momma's ever seen it in her lifetime~ Never would have imagined it not even in her right mind~" e began to sing a song he'd picked up from a child on one of those iPods. "How low can you go?" he giggled, watching the mas.s of shadows bounce in thin air in front of him.

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Ringmaster listened, the deion didn't bother him in the slightest. He'd killed people in his own time and took the same amount of pleasure in doing so that Christian did, if not more. His deion was actually exciting him.

"Ah, yes." Ringmaster said, still looking Christian over carefully. He was pretty sure e was fine but he wanted to make sure before putting Christian out tonight and have him wreck the performance because of missing something. "I knew of their plans... Its best this way." He said, his voice was flat and hard. "If you hadn't have stopped him,"

He circled Christian to check his back side. "I would have killed them both." He finished simply, without the slightest hesitation. Ringmaster didn't play around and he had no such attachments to any piece of his collections so if he got bored of them, or they became useless they were exterminated.

"And who started this fight, Christian?" he asked, wanting to get down to the bottom of this so that it wouldn't happen again.

Viral had snorted and already started to head back into the tent, but Matheo clutched his arm gently, pointing to the shadows that seemed to dance around. Viral pulled his arm away. "What?!" asked, not seeing anything at first, but as he allowed his vision to examine the floor closer, Viral tsked. "So the Shadow Dancer is out to play tonight?" He asked no one in particular, stalking to where Ashley had stopped to speak to Christofer, who had not been able to follow his brother. Matheo sighed but did not prevent his master from walking over to the Demon dog and the one who controlled shadows.

Viral put a hand on his hip, studying Christofer as he morphed back into his previous form. The mane gave way to his usual greenish hair, his big wolfen ears shrinking back into his elfish ears, and his eyes turning their usual shade of red. Matheo watched intently as the shadows seemed to open a hole in the ground. "What are you too blabbering about?" Viral barked. "You should be getting ready for the damn show!"

Viral stepped over to Christopher, examining his tethered clothes. He clutched some fabric with his right hand and tore straight through the middle, peeling off the clothing. He dropped it on the ground. "I am NOT participating in the same circus act with someone who looks like a homeless man off the street. Go put on something!" He said, giving orders his calling. Matheo turned to glance at Ashley then back to Viral. He wanted to watch everything his master did.

"Ashley! Quit it!" Christofer snapped at the other performer swatting the shadows with his hand. He froze though as Viral and his little minion made an apearance within the tent. He listened to Viral, his eyes narrowing sligthly as he spoke and pulled tearing his clothes that were already in peices. This caused the vampire to hiss lowly under his breath. Who was he to give him orders? Barking at him to go change clothes. What if he didn't want to change clothes?

Christofer went to swing at Viral but a shadow wrapped it's way around his arm holding it firmly down against his side only causing the vampire to hiss out of anger. "Who do you think you are barking orders at me?! If you don't perform it doesn't bother me any. I can wear what ever the hell I want including rags if I wished" He snapped wanting to hit Viral so bad but knew Ashley wouldn't allow him. Just like he wouldn't allow him to chase after his brother or hurt Ringmaster no matter how much he wanted to.

His anger wasn't getting any better and Viral sure didn't help anything.

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Christian listened to Ringmaster's words as he watched the man circle him. He didn't bother to protest or move the slightest allowing him to study him. He did, however, feel his heart drop as the words slipped from Ringmaster's tongue. Kill Christofer? He couldn't! His eyes widened as he focused on Ringmaster allowing his own breathing to quicken. "Don't kill him....I can keep him in check. I always have" he spoke not wanting to go without his brother.

He didn't even know what he would do without his brother. He loved him to no end and just the thought of being without him nearly killed his heart. This caused the boy to sigh shaking his head. Who started the fight? Well in reality Christofer did. He attacked first but if they were going on everything, he started the fight.

"I did, Ringmaster" He spoke wanting to crawl under a rock.

Ashley tilted his head at Viral. He was currently in his human form, as tight and consticting as it was, and so was in a rather good mood. He didn't understand what was wrong with Viral, but he seemed to always be in this sort of mood. He smiled, revealing his perfectly shaped, white human teeth. 

"Don't be mean, Viral." He stated, bring his free hand up, "You're just nervous about the show.." He stated simply, his fingers curling in mid air as he pulled more shadows from the darkest corners of the room to bend at his will. The rushed forward and wrapped around Viral. "Wanna play?" He asked. He lifted the other sandy blonde off of the ground without allowing him to answer. 

"Laughing releaves stress and calm the body." He spoke facts and began bouncing both shadow in the air. His already bright saphire orbs light up with amusement as he played with his unwilling, human dolls. 

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Ringmaster was done with his little inspection. He sighed and stepped back and away, alerting Chritian to the fact that he was done with him. "I wasn't going to kill him unless he attempted an escape. But I am still holding you to your previous statement of being able to keep him in check. make sure you do so."

He turned away from his subboardinate, he was done speaking so the conversation was over. But he paused once more. "Your brother is in sh*t amount of trouble, Christian." He said without so much and glancing over his should as he spoke. "Might as well let him suffer his punishment and you learn from his mistakes....? Hm?" He asked, not wanting an answer. 

He started to walk away again. "I told you not to lie to me..." he was disappointed that he had disobeyed him so easily though he didn't care about it so much. It was a waste of Christian's breath, not his.  

Nathaniel saw the Ringmaster left Christian alone, making him smile deeply to himself. What  powerful and enticing being... I'd love for him to be my contractor. He said, pleasuring himself by imagining himself doing everything at his master's whim. Although he usually did this already, getting whatever Ringmaster ordered, be it fetch him his cane or straighten out a wyry performer, although Ringmater usually did those jobs himself.

Seigfried took his chances, stepping out from the shadows to seemingly walk accidentally in the path of the Ringmaster. "Ah- Ringmaster." It gave him chills just to speak his name. "I was just looking for you.. I have made all the preparations for tonights show, which should start in about 10 minutes." He said. He knew that his 'master' did not like lies, but it wasn't an entire lie, he did indeed make the preparations and was looking for him before the whole demon incident.

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Matheo glanced at Christofer's hand, growling deeply to mirror Christofer's. He stepped out from behind Viral and stepped half-way in front of him protectively, clutching his master's waist. Viral didn't look down but crossed his arms, holding his head up. "I can tell you anything I want, Bas.tard- someone needs to leash the doggie." He said, making a hand gesture to show disgust. "When people speak of Vampire's MY image comes to mind, a crisp, cleanly cut man who looks the part, while your picture reminds people of a dirty old commoner." He was going to ramble on and on, but he was cut short when he felt himself shoot upwards.

Matheo's grip on his master's waist slipped when Viral was shot into the air. Matheo lunched at the shadows, but his hand went through them. He shot a golden glare at Ashley, growling deeply. "Put. Him. Down." He scrapped through gritted teeth. He clenched his fists, not wanting to turn into demon form, but knew that he was on the verge too. The last thing the Ringmaster needed was another pair of circus freaks going at it.

Viral tried to move his arms but couldn't, they were securely attached to his sides by the shadows. He stopped squirming, and glanced at Matheo. "Leave him be, Matheo, he's just a low life performer who likes to play silly little tricks." Matheo headed his master's orders but still kept tense, ready to lunch at the shadow wielder. Viral looked at Ashley with dual-colored eyes. "I'm not stressed, you bas.tard. You did get it right that I'm worried about the show, with you two idiots rambling it up out here. And look at my hair, it's completely messed up now!" He barked, even though his hair looked almost exactly the same as before.

Christian sighed watching Ringmaster leave him. He knew his brother was in deep trouble and that he'd regret his actions tonight after the show. He could only worry about him now and try to keep him in check. His eyes watched the other male step up to Ringmaster before turning his back on the two walking back to the tent just in time to hear Viral's words and his brother tensing within the shadows.

Christofer snarled within the shadows clearly beyond pissed again. Did he seriously think of himself as this all mighty vampire? "Boy you are just a low life brat who needs to learn his place. If you'd stop hiddin behind your bas.tard minion I might show you just how a real vampire acts. Prim and propper my as.s. Your image just makes them think of a rich snot nosed kid who needs to be put in his place. Who's image gives them nightmares? Them fears of the dark? Yours?...as if! You think these people are here for you? To see a regular boring vampire who has a stick shoved so far up his as.s that he can't thi---" Christofer was cut off by a low growl causing him to turn towards the tent enterance. There in the door way Christian stood in his Demon form stairing at the group of misfits.

"Shut it Christofer....Your already in trouble with Ringmaster. Dont' start shit with the brat" Christian called into his brother's mind before turning his head toward's Ashley focusing on his human form. "Will you please release my brother? I have a few words for him and the brat is only pissing him off more. We can't have anouther outbreak here or we're all dead after the show" He asked huffing slightly. He dug his claws into the soft earth glancing over at Matheo.

"You should keep your master in check. If he keeps speaking in out breaks like this he'll end up like the circus hand I slaughtered this morning. I will not have words so harshly be spoken to my brother and nor will he" He growled into the other's mind, baring his jaws slightly.

Ashely's eyes darkened slightly, but a smile remained on his face. It was slightly strained,however, and even his hair was starting to be whisped around by an invisible force. He didn't like when other people started things with him here, and for no reason as well. He was a happy little moron, or so he acted that way, if they saw what he was like in his demon form even Ringmaster would shake in his boots.

He glanced over at Christian, his eyes brightening back to their light and happy stage and his hair fell limpy at the sides of his head like usual. "Hey, Christian!" He chirped, then glanced over at the shadow that held Christofer. "What did I tell you, he's fine. Not a sratch on his.... expect the ones you put there of course ^_^" He said and then made the shadow go toward Christian and set it down gently. He dropped his hands and thus, the Shadow seemed to burst and reveal the other twin to his match. 

"One big, happy family again." He said with a content sigh. He looked up at Viral and blinked. Figuring that he would want to get down as well. He sighed and tilted his head."You guys are no fun..." He pouted to the two of them. "You never rip my clothes.... what a shame. Then we could all have fun." He said with a demented smile.

His eyes darkened again, "But I guess.... the weak must stand together." He said with a slow nod, not even looking at the two as he battled with something inside of himself. "You mustn't let your guard down. You prey must strain your minds all the time and run around in the pressense of a preditor." he said, looking at Viral. "I suppose....." He continued, "The only sort of hope prey has from a preditor would be to..." he glanced at Matheo from the borner or his darkening eyes. "hand over something else to eat..." And back to Viral, " To save itself?" he seemed to ask.

With his interest in playing around he dropped Viral from his precarious height, more that throwing him to the ground. "Go fix your hair..." he saighed and left the tent to those that still wanted to play. 

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A rather excited and low pitched chuckle resonated through out the tent. And if you didn't know better it sounded like it was coming from the top of the tent. "You've managed to upset Ashley..." It purred, and then something black dropped from the ceiling of the tent. "I'm impresssssed....." It seemed to hiss and purr at the same time when it hit the ground, landing on all fours. 

It was Apollo. The circus freak if there was one. He stood up slowly, yellow eyes peering around the tecnt and his flexibly body flowing as he moved. "O wouldn't want to do it again, however." He told them. "Its the... quiet ones you have to look out for!!" He cackled, holding his hands over his stomach. He had gone mad a long timme ago, it happened at a yound age with Apollo's kind.  

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Ringmaster continued forward, heading back to his own tent when something stepping up to his side and began talking. At first he had toned it out, not by choice simply because it happened. "....for tonight's show, which should start in about 10 minutes..." ringmaster glanced at another one of his suboardinates, one that actually did what he was supposed to and pleased him most of the time. 

He stopped momentarily, "Good." he answered, looking over Nathaniel, emerald eyes calculating. He seemed to be in order. "Dont disappoint me tonight." He added and continued to walk. he had to make his own preparations before the show began and there was still the matter of cleaning up that horrid body. "Make sure one of the twins deal with their mess over by the tent." he growled and he strode away. 

Christian nodded to Ashley in thanks before turning his attention to his brother. He shifted back into his vampire form before plcing his hand on Christofer's cheek. "You can't keep disobeying him Christofer. Please don't do anything stupid. If you can't stand it here then just talk to me. I love you but if you keep acting out. He will slaughter you. I..." Christian paused looking down at the ground.

"I won't, brother" Christofer frowned pulling his twin's chin up to look in his red eyes which held so much sadness at the moment. "I'll handle my temper under control if you don't go around killing my flings" Christofer chuckled. "Only if you stay with me here" Christian spoke causing his brother to pull him into a hug. "Ugh get off you big lug" Christian frowned pulling away from his brother.

Christofer huffed before sighing. Ashley had left and he actually liked that dude. He was the only one in this circus who wasn't as annoying as hell. "Hey...I'm going to go hang out with Ash, you comming?" Christofer asked holding out his hand for Christian.

"Umm..." Christian paused before glancing over at Apollo and the others before shaking his head. "No, Christofer. I have something I need to do. Go...run after Ash" He smiled shooing off his brother who shifted into his Demon form and lept out of the tent after the shadow bender.

Ashley had made his way into another tent, this one brighter than the last but empty. He wanted to be in a good mood again for the show and not accidentally kill Viral during the performance He wondered if Ringmaster would care much if he did. It wasn't like Viral was an important part of this group of traveling performers anyway. He was important; not Viral. 

He huffed, laying down in a corner and closing his eyes. The show wasn't far away but Ashley could at least calm his senses until it began. He hummed a tune, it was simple and slow but sounded quite creepy in the large quiet tent as it echoed. He pulled some shadows around him until he was a heap in the corner so that he wasn't out in the open.

He hated the light, even artificial human lights. They were an annoyance to him and irritated his skin and hurt his eyes. He especially idn't like the performance nights when those big spot lights were roaming all over the place and over the oerformers. He could simply spoit they upset his so. And he refrained from being drty in his human form, wantng to preserve it and keep it clean.

Christofer followed Ashley quietly into the tent and sort of just stood aside for a moment watching him. He could tell the other performer was mad but then again who had the pip squeek not made mad? He let out a soft sigh walking further into the tent stairing at the blob of shadows the performer was hidding in. "Hey, Ashley" Christofer spoke actually sitting down on the ground stairing at the shadows.

"I....uhhh." He stopped himself and let out a soft sigh shaking his head from side to side. How was he going to do this? "I wanted to thank you back there. For..not letting me make the biggest mistake of my life" He spoke refuring to Ashley restraining him from attacking Ringmaster. That woulda been a really bad mistake on his part but when he was angry...he couldn't control things. It was like his anger turns on a switch and blocks his logical thinking. "So...yeah" he spoke glancing up at the ceiling.

"Hey...Umm. Do you think you could help me find an outfit for my brother and I to perform in tonight? I sora....killed our clothes with my fighting. If it were up to me i'd go in rags but I wanna out stage the little twerp who thinks he's better than me." Christofer hissed slightly just with the thought of the other vampire made him mad.  He wasn't better than him or his brother. He really needed to find his place. With those thoughts he huffed and turned hsi attention back to the shadows. "I mean, you don't have to if you dont' want to. I was just bored and wondered if you wanted company or wanted to help."