Camilla rozenheart awoke to the ever so familiar  sound of tapping on metal bars. The stuffy, rough blanket stayed over her head. She didnâ€™t want to move, and her body stayed stiller than even a dead body. That was the gift she got for being such a creature as she was. A freak of nature. She knew it was night time for they never awoke her in day. Instead , forced her to stay covered up on the cold, barred in carriage floor.  It killed her some to never be able to see that day light. She had a slight memory of it, but it was so faint that she couldnâ€™t quite remember  how bright the daylight was. The tapping began to bother her so much that she stirred just enough for the person to notice that she was at least alive.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Hey Rodne!!! Sheâ€™s stirring!!!" </span>The voice was new to her. One that she couldnâ€™t remember hearing. That must have meant they had picked some new helping hand during their travel. Her ears pin pointed the sound of a horse stomping their feet on soft ground, and footsteps that were rough, loud, and terrifying making their way toward her. She knew immediately who it was. Rodne the ring master of the circus. Or as most people considered him the boss.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Jack you can go. I just needed to make sure she was wellâ€¦stirring. This part is always the worst to see. " </span>He directed the other man with a demanding tone.<span style="font-style: italic">"Go make sure everything, and everyone is set tonight. This will be extraordinary."</span>What had to be the sound of jackâ€™s boots touching the ground as he left stirred her just a little more. She was hungry but for her food was different. It always got this way before a show. They teased her with food, but never actually gave her food until after she does what they want her to. She felt like an animal, or a chaotic pet.<span style="font-style: italic">"Now you missy must do an extraordinary job to set this freak show circus alight." </span>He chuckled.<span style="font-style: italic">" Get that damned cloth off your beautiful face or else Im going to have to go in there and rip it off your face."</span><br/><br/>"Shut up." Camilla threw the blanket to the side of the carriage as usual. She feared more that Rodne would rape her than starve her for a week. She shuddered. If he did starve her for that long it was possible that she would die.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"That a girl." </span>He coaxed as if talking to a lioness. She wasnâ€™t an animal and her predatory instincts always told her that when he coaxed her it was bad. Instinctively, she curled near the other corner of the carriage far away from Rodne. His eyes seemed to gleam a deep dark red , even though they were naturally brown. In his right hand a knife gleamed, its silver blade reflecting off the bar. He had a wicked smile on his face reminding her of something evil. So evil that it put shivers down her spine. Slowly, he brought the blade towards his wrist, and with one simple slice cut his wrist. Dark red liquid ran down his arm , and onto the ground. The smell revitalized her so much that she nearly jumped to the other side of the carriage. Hardly realizing how much theyâ€™ve been starving her. She stuck out her tongue to catch the small droops of blood that were falling from Rodneâ€™s wrist.  It seemed as if she could only get a few drops before he pulled his wrist away violently.<span style="font-style: italic">"Enough!!" </span>He wrapped his wrist in some sort of  blanket thing.<span style="font-style: italic">"If you do well tonight you can get more." </span><br/><br/>With that he turned and walked towards the other carriages. It seemed forever before the back door to the cage was opened. The chains that bound her seemed to tighten as the person at the other end dragged her closer to them. She tasted the wet remnants of the blood from Rodne. It made her want more of that life giving blood. Once the person had her outside the carriage, she was walked like a dog that was chained by a leash, to the center of the town. Or as the center of town was now changed into a ring. The people cheered , and roared at her. Like every other time. Her eyes continued to dart from person to person.<br/><br/>Their were four others that were in the freak show. A man that could change his form from a human, to a wolf. They often called him a werewolf. But she could hardly understand why. Then there was a women who could create fire with just flick of her hand. But the one that she had gotten along best with was a man who could read minds. At least any mind but hers. Even the other freaks minds he could read. But hers was an exception. He said it must of been because she was vampiric. But she hardly knew what vampiric meant.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"LADY AND GENTELMEN!! I WELCOME YOU TO THE ONE AND ONLY FREAK SHOW CIRCUS. YOU WILL NEVER SEE ONE ANYWHERE CLOSE TO THIS. EACH ONE OF THESE INDIVIDUALS HAS A DIFFERENT TALENT. PLEASE ENJOY THE SHOW, AND STAY BACK." </span>He spoke loud and clear to warn the people that they were dangerous.