Following the sound of the flute playing, the child cautiously approached back to the Cirque Du Freak. The closer she came towards the sound of the flute, the more the delicious scent of food filled her nose. A roar rattled her stomach as hunger pinged her.
Sweet, hot, delicious food… she was already drooling just by thinking of food. After scavenging for scraps and bugs, she would give anything for nourishment…
The notes of the flute lead the child towards the back of the cirque, not knowing what may lie ahead. She was chased away by the green boy, whoever was playing the music notes might chase her away again, or finally put her out of her misery.
She didn't know which one was better.
The child stalked her way towards one of the freak's tents. Hiding behind a set of bushes, she watched and listened. The flute sounds lasted a few more moments before it urruptedly stopped.
After a moment of waiting, a tall red man with orange hair and a scar stepped out of the tent. The child's eyes widened a little, she could smell what that man was. Despite her being a dirty, smelly child, she knew what that man smells like. It strummed the fear cord from within her soul.
This man, no doubt about it, was a vampire.
A vampire like her: a vampire like Him.
The tall red man adjusted his cloak before he walked off.
The child remained hidden, frozen in the bushes. Though she never came in contact with another vampire before, she was scared. A constant feeling it would seem.
The ping of hunger was strong. Strong enough to defy any fear the little vampire had.
If she was right, then the red vampire may have some blood in store. He did, why not this guy.
Hunger and sickness can make one do ballsy things.
When the child felt like the coast was clear, she slipped away from the bushes and slowly went into the tent from the back. Inside of the tent was simple, a rack full of clothes and costume the man wears during a performance, his coffin sitting in a corner with a small table.
Resting a very colorful spider in a cage, a tin whistle, and a couple of bottles of red liquid.
The spider was pretty.
The child eyed at the bottles, staring intensely at it.
Awakened from her slumber, Madam Octa stared at the little girl. It made a warning hiss at her. Though most of her venom was drained from a goat earlier that night, she could still bite the intruder.
The little girl hissed back at the colorful bug before turning back to the bottles.
Standing in her tiptoes, the child makes a reach for a bottle. It's red, so...pretty looking. When she felt the bottle, the table tipped over and knocked everything over. Bottles fell over, a sound of a glass breaking on a small rock or something, and the spider cage landed on the ground.
The child jumped with a gasp, she retreated a foot from the mess. She stood frozen for a moment before the smell of blood hit her nose. She looked down and quickly spotted the broken bottle and it's spilled contents.
She dipped her fingers into the spilled blood and put them in her mouth. Enlightened by the taste, she grabbed one of the other bottles, fought to pull the cork off with her teeth. After a few tugs, she pulled it out and spat the cork out somewhere else and downed the bottle of it's precious stored blood. When emptied, she drops the bottle and grabs another one.
As she rummaged through the blood stash, Madam Octa crept closer to the child. After fallen off of the table, she was able to break free of the cage. The spider was close enough for the child to mistaken her for a bottle and picked her up.
The little girl screamed out of fright before throwing the spider and got up. She went to race out of the tent when she ran dead smack into something tall and solid…
Wearing red.
The child slowly raised her head up to see the orange haired man staring down at her. There was no telling how long he was there watching.
And he didn't look too happy to see the girl throwing his pet spider.
"Well, it seems you are in a predicament, my dear child."