<span style="font-style: italic">"The bonds of friends shall endeavor through the hardships and trials of time. Do not feed from anyone left alive. I will be your food tonight. I will not allow father to humiliate you...not tonight...not on your birthday."</span>Remâ€™s words ran through her head as his strong arms wrapped around her body. He made sure that her collar and chains were torn off her, and that she was a free women but still her body shivered from cold, and overbearing scent of death. The chainmasterâ€™s tiny sputters hardly mattered to her<span style="font-style: italic">. "Tell father WE are coming. Do not stutter and do not disobey my spoken will." </span>His words were law much like his father but she could hardly manage speaking a even a sentence. Her body was numb even before the bloodlust would kick in. She knew the dreaded moment was coming as the scent of blood covered her nose. It was intoxicating and exhilarating at the same time.<span style="font-style: italic">"Do whatever else you feel you must but you will not feed from them...if you do not too much." </span>The pleads rem spoke were little to no use. She knew that with the hunger in her stomach she wouldnâ€™t be able to fulfill his pleads. Though her will wished to make a valiant effort to. A little drowsy from the blood loss she was placed on her feet in front of Rodne.  Her body wanted to run but her mind was needing much other things.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Time stop."</span>The words were spoken almost from a dream as the blood from the carnage of the carnival reeked through her nose.  Her normal silverish blue eyes turned into a coal black with a dot of blood red in the center.  Her mind was winning over her will and the battle was just begging inside of her. She knew time was frozen as the two victims or meat prizes froze with a stilled petrified face staring into the abyss. The two did not know of the horrors around themâ€¦just that the horrors were coming for them. .<span style="font-style: italic"> "It is her birthday today father...I will not let her drink spoiled goods. "Therefore she is not feeding from soiled food. In other words she will NOT be feeding from destructive victims. Poisoned I say...both are dying and filled with lack of life. It will kill her versus nourish her. So it is not happening. I can feel the magic that makes up their lives....there is little to none." </span>His words rang through her head. It would kill her but the blood its tasted goodâ€¦as long as it fed her in some way. Her eyes flickered from Rem to Rodne and the argument that was bound to explode around her. She wanted nothing to do with this argument but it was there, and it was about herâ€¦her birthday which she had forgotten almost completely about. Life had no meaning when one was chained to the floor and bound by an iron hand but she did it for rem. She held through for him. If she was to lose himâ€¦she would lose her willâ€¦not her heart. It was a far worse thing for a vampire to lose itâ€™s will. That meant that the vampire had completely succumbed to the evilâ€™s that entice it<span style="font-style: italic">." She can do whatever you will but she does not need nourishment from them."</span>With that rem flicked his hand and she smelt death as it over took the screaming women.<br/><br/>Her body acted against her will and it struck out running to through the frozen flames as they did not flicker her skin but rather soaked it â€¦.then ran to the frozen man tossing his neck back as her two canines dug into the thick and soft white skin of the jugular. Blood dripped from the manâ€™s throat and her eyes came back slowly to reality. Her feet buckled. As her eyes looked back up at rem with fear because she had defied him without meaning too. "Iâ€™m sorryâ€¦I â€¦" She had felt the flash of his arms around her before her vampire instincts, and felt the loud shake of Rodne as laughter erupted through his thick throat.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">Son you expect me to care from who she feeds fromâ€¦It was food, and probably the best she is going to get for another two weeksâ€¦we are beckoned and called to almost every city, village, and town. Do not take advantage of my kindness son I am not in the mood for your antics. Camilla is our aceâ€¦and we must treat her as such."</span>A spiteful grin crossed his face as he turned to Cora.<span style="font-style: italic">"Cora on the other hand is a diamond in a rusty forest. She is beautiful spicy and living. A much more liable beingâ€¦we can find other camillaâ€™s once she is worn and broken from the soul I will â€¦find me another â€¦she bitch to feed."</span>He turned then like a man in charge and waved his hand at rem with dismissal.<br/><br/>The time spell lapsed and time erupted upon her ears like a drum ringing in her ears.  The sounds of fire , and talk with chains shifting, and barâ€™s moving collided in her senses. Her body shivered. She wanted out of this carnivalâ€¦out of hell. She wasnâ€™t meant to live, and she wasnâ€™t meant to see anything. The only one she allows her self to love is rem, and nowâ€¦..even she could feel his anger. Whether at her or at his father meant nothing to her. "Rem I failed you â€¦please..pleaseâ€¦.donâ€™t â€¦" She didnâ€™t know what to say the hunger was immense, and it was hardly cured by the smoke ridden man that she had just bled out. How many deathâ€™s were on her name? How many innocents? Even now she knew not what was going to happen. But she allowed her will to pull her through as the fire collided Cora spoke with a hiss.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Leave the bitch to simmer in my flamesâ€¦sheâ€™s useless if she has no will." </span>With that the princess of the circus who fell under Camilla turned and walked away with a petty gold staff to swing around her arms.