Listen to this while you read this part..<br/><object height="360" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AdHtbQth474"/><param name="wmode" value="transparent"/><embed height="360" src="https://www.youtube.com/v/AdHtbQth474" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" wmode="transparent"/></object><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Look at me please...I like your looks. Am I so horrible to look at?" </span>Rem spoke his voice much like a dream to her. Camilla tried to pull further away from him. By moving her head. If her heart could beat it would beat a million times per seconds. But her heart was still like a rock. It would never beat again. She felt his hands rip the blanket away from her. Before she could react -the lips of Rem gently kissed her forehead just like when they were little. Again she felt the familiar feeling that if her heart could beat it would most likely beat enough that she would feel like she was dying.<span style="font-style: italic">"Our friendship and companionship has not changed..." </span>He whispered.<br/><br/>But she felt a slow change commence. Ever since she was 16 her feelings for Rem had developed into a very different relationship. She wished she could be pretty, human, and bear a child again.  But she knew that would never happen. She was turned into a vampire after she had met Rem. The two of them had met one day when she was 16. It wasnâ€™t a huge meeting. But ever since they got along. However when a vampire hunted her down, and changed her at twenty. She started feeling utterly ugly. That she was no longer right in the world. She felt damned like she was meant for hell and there was nothing that could break her away from that damnation. This feeling had slowly been pulling her away from Rem.<br/><br/>Her body quickly arched away from his touch. â€œItâ€™s not you that is ugly. It is me. I am as one would say the one that could suck the life out of you. A parasite. â€œ She spat. â€œWith blood dripping down my chin.â€ She curled her body against the metal bars of the carriage trying to put distance between the two of them. â€œYou deserve a girl like Cora not like me. One that is still with a heart.â€ She turned her eyes towards the sky. Trying to look any-where's but at him. She heard in the distance the sound of the crowd cheering in amazement for the man that could change into a wolf. She knew his wolf form was a sleek black handsome animal. Nothing like her. The crowd roared and her ears could pick up the faint sound of Rodne keeping the carnival going.<br/><br/>Just as she had predicted the beauty of the carnival wouldn't last. The human's were about to see the carnival for what it truly was. A carnival of death. Cora took a step into the ring a wicked smile on her face. Long locks of blonde hair falling in front of her soulless blue eyes. Fire lapped around her hand like a whirl pool in water. The crowd once again applauded thinking that this was of course part of the show. She flicked the fire to roll around the crowd. Dooming the poor crowd to their  own shameful death. Fire could almost be seen in the reflection of Cora's eyes. The audience again was awed by the show their eyes almost full of longing.<br/><br/>Slowly the fire came closer to the audience flickering as if it was a monster. The orange, red, and even yellow flickers of flame seemed to eat the sky. The only way out was to cross through the gap that led to the ring. The ring would be sudden death. It was like a game and this audience was about to lose. Rodne stepped in front of the crowd with a devilish grin. His brown eyes almost tinged with a redness from the fire. He waved his arms as if to ask for an applaud from the audience. When in fact he was just smiling at their fear.<br/><br/>Cora's eyes passed upon each member of the crowd. Till she landed on one poor sap who was trying to run. But it was not going to be his lucky day. For the sin of his soul was all over his eyes, and she could not help but smile as her hand raised up to the sky. Flames danced around her hand in the form of a ball. Within seconds her wrist flicked the ball towards her target. The man's hopeless screams could be heard by the crowd. His screams never reached past the flames. The crowd began to become panicked by the first death. This was just what Rodne wanted.<br/><br/>Then Rodne took a step back to allow the slaughter house to really start. Cora just stood making sure that the crowd had learned their lesson about escape. A man with a chain around the sleek black wolf walked next to Rodne. Rodne leaned down and whispered  in the wolf's ear.<span style="font-style: italic">â€œ Remember leave two alive for Camilla. She needs to feed at some point.â€ </span>Rodne laughed as he released the wolf to begin his slaughter. One after another the wolf ripped limbs,arms,chests,hearts, and even legs off the people. Blood dripped down the wolf's fangs. His dark leaf green eyes a fine reminder of hell. Blood was scattered all around the ground. The ground was soaked in the dark juice.<br/><br/>It was then that Rodne grabbed the chains for the wolf, and chained the wolf back up. Rodne's hands got drenched in blood just by touching the wolf's fur. Only two out of the crowd had survived. A young man, and his wife. Rodne smiled as he looked at the blood that drenched the two survivors. They would have their moment. He looked at the man that had brought the wolf to him.<span style="font-style: italic">â€œBring me Camilla the temptress. I want to see this women in all her  horror see her husband get raped.â€ </span>Then he looked back at the man. As he gave the wolf back to the man , and watched him leave. Only Cora, and Rodne stood in front of the two last surviving members of the crowd. The air smelt like smoke, and death.