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He stood from his stooping position and wiped a dribble of my blood from his lips then nodded, "Give me your hands."
I nodded in agreement and gave him my hands stiffening as I knew what would happen next. He rapidly punctured to skin on my fingertips with his own nails, the pain was excruciating, but I dared not make myself look weak. He then did the same to his own hands before placing them over mine.
I soon began to feel weak at the knees with the agonizing pain that commenced, but I didn't have to hold on for long though, as it was soon over. "There you have it." He said, licking his thumb and rubbing it over the wounds I had received.
"Is there anyone who would notice you missing?" He asked, as we both fully realized what we'd just done.
"Not a soul" I replied somewhat sadly. "I don't even have a job, let alone house or friends. So I think we're safe with that point." He nodded in understanding and simply replied.
"Shall we go then?" I nodded, and smiled.
"Where are we going exactly?"
"To the Cirque" He said with a grin on his face. "Madame Octa must be hungry by now. I must catch something for her on the way." He said, bending down to the earth and pulling out a few worms.
"Madame Octa?" I asked.
"Yes," He replied "My performing spider." I shrunk back at his words. A spider, and an intelligent one at that! I would have to be careful.
"I-i don't like spiders..." I laughed making light of a scary situation. "You won't make me feed her will you?"
"No."he replied. "Not if you do not want to."
I nodded. We walked on in silence for the rest of the way, eventualy landing at the cirque du freak.
I walked about shying away from the performers, not because they were freaks, but because I was shy. Vur Hursten, who had reintroduced himself as Mr. Crepsly, had walked into a van, saying that he had to speak to a friend, and that I should make myself at home. That of course was rather hard to do while surrounded by people performing the strangest of acts.
Meanwhile, a boy that apeared to have a skin condition, giving him scales instead of smooth flesh walked up to me..
"Who're you?" he asked, inquisitivly, though it sounded somewhat rude.
"Eeh...Ann Mclaughlen" I announced. "Might I inquire as to who you, my strangely scaly friend are?"
"Evra Von." He replied smiling at my use of wordplay. "Oh, Hi Mr. Crepsly." He commented. It appears that He had climbed out of the van during my breif conversation with Mr. Von.
"You're welcome to stay." He said with a smile