The early morning sun cascaded a beam of light through the blinds. The light shining down on the young vampire's face.
She turned and moaned before peeling her eyelids open. Staring up at a light brown ceiling, with the fan spinning around. An unfamiliar sight.
The child slowly sat up on the bed, looking around the room, not knowing that it was a travel trailer, she realized it was really small.
Climbing out of the bed, her feet felt the plush carpeting between her toes. It felt really soft and nice. When she stood, her legs wobbled and she lost balance, missed grabbing the bed and fell to the ground with an oof sound.
Her legs were numb, still asleep; no telling how long she was out. When she fell, the child noticed that she wasn't wearing the gown she had worn beforehand had been replaced with a much cleaner, whiter sleeveless nightgown. It was a lighter material but it draped down to her ankles.
Judging how she looked to her arms, she could see that she was washed as well.
While the little girl was taking in her new surroundings, Evra, along with a couple of Cirque members - Truska, the bearded lady, Hans and a couple of stagehands were gathering outside of the trailer.
All wanting to see the poor girl.
Evra stood on a box to peer in the window.
"So? How is she?" One of the helpers asked him.
"She's up and moving around." Evra said, watching her looking around.
Truska spoke but she sounded like a dying seal in her tongue.
"Snakey boy, translate please." Hans grunted, not understanding what she said.
"She just asked if the little girl looked hungry." Evra replied, turning his head around to look at Truska and did his best to reply to what she said. "And right now, I don't know."
Evra looks back and then lets out a giggle.
"What is she doing now?" Hans asked.
"Playing with the light switch." Evra giggled.
The child was flipping the switch in the trailer, eyes locked in the light on the wall with curiosity. Flipping it repeatedly on and off. Another thing she has never seen before.
So many things she has never seen before.
When she got bored of the light switch, the child walked over to the bathroom.
Something she did recognize, though very small. The child walked up to the sink, standing on her tiptoes, she jumped when she saw her reflection.
She hesitantly looked at herself in the mirror. Seeing the bandage on her head for the first time. Though she didn't look sick like before, her skin was still pale, still thin, but cleaner.
She pulled the bandage off of her head before peering back at her reflection. The child reached over and touched the glass.
Her eyes flashed back to one of the few times she was in front of a mirror… being pushed against it, being forced to watch the reflection of her sire taking advantage of her from behind. Feeling his disgusting breath on her skin….
The child grabbed a random object, she didn't know what she grabbed, but she let out a shout and threw it as hard as she could at the mirror. It shattered upon impact and backed away from it.
"What was that?" The child gasped when she heard Hans asked.
"I don't know, but I'm going in." Evra said.
The child scrambled out of the bathroom, she looked around in the tiny trailer for a place to hide. She looked before seeing the cabinet in the kitchen area just above the sink.
She jumped on the counter, opening the cabinet doors. She climbed inside, pushing the plates and cups around, just barely fitting inside and closed the doors and waited.
After telling everyone to stay behind, Evra knocked on the door.
"Hello? Is everything ok?" Evra asked.
And as usual, no response.
"I'm coming in," Evra calmly said before opening the door.
He didn't see the little girl inside. "Hello? Little girl?" He steps in, looking around.
Truska asked something in her tongue to Evra.
"I don't see her." Evra responded.
"Did she escape or something?" Hans asked, pushing himself in.
"Hans, don't be such a brute!" One of the stage hands hissed at him.
"No, none of the windows have been tampered with." Evra said.
The child slowly opens the door, cracking it to see what these people are doing. She sees Evra discovering the broken mirror.
"She broke the mirror...odd." Evra muttered
"Maybe she saw something ugly or a spider. Since...yano, she threw Larten's." Hans quipped.
The child covered her mouth to muffle her breathing, waiting and hoping they would just leave her alone.
"Man, I'm thirsty," Hans grunted, alerting the girl.
Oh crap.
Hans opens the cabinets and jumps back with a shout, falling right on the bed. "Oh shit!"
"What?! What is it?" Evra looks to Hans.
"Kid's in the bloody cabinet!"
The child whimpered from her spot as Evra looked at her.
"Oh, hello." He said calmly and slowly, hands up to show he meant no harm. "It's okay, we're not going to hurt you."
Truska said something that only confuses the little girl.
"Say, why don't you come down from there." Then he heard the girl's stomach growling loud, probably the loudest Evra ever heard a belly growl.
Not even Rhamus could top it and he's the fattest person in the camp.
He looked over his shoulders at his Cirque mates. "Anyone got food?"
A moment later a stage hand brings back a couple of hot sausages on a stick.
"Thanks," Evra says as he grabbed a stick and held it up to the girl inside the cabinet.. "here ya go."
The girl blinked at the sight of it. The smell of actual cooked meat hurt her empty stomach, it smelled delicious.
She stared at the sausage before turning her attention to Evra, her near lifeless eyes glaring at him. Making her single red eye even more menacing.
As if she's asking what's the catch? She doesn't know these people.
Evra lets out a nervous chuckle, the glare was a little unsettling.
"It's totally fine, see?" He took a small bite of the sausage and chewed it. "Mmmhmm! So good!" He waved the stick in front of her. "See, it's safe, take it….please?"
The young vampire stared at Evra for a long time before she reached out, snatching the sausage out of his hand and taking a bite out of it.
"C-careful, it's hot!" He warned her.
The girl's eyes widened a little, she didn't care about it being scorching hot, the sausage was the best thing she had in a long time and began wolfing it all up till the stick remained and a belly not even close to be satisfied.
She looks at the Cirque with a look that was a bit unsettling to some. Wanting more food.
"You like that? Well, we got plenty." Evra said with a sly smirk, taking another sausage on a stick out to show her. Waving it at her.
She tried snatching it from the snake boy but he managed to avoid her. Keeping the food away from her. She hissed at him then.
"You can have another, if you come down here." Evra said. "We're not going to hurt you."
"Yeah, we just want to help you." One of the stagehands said. Truska says something equivalent to that statement.
"I don't know, Snakey," Hans said, not liking the look on the little girl's face. "The kid looks like she wants to rip your face off."
Evra gave Hans a look before turning back to the girl. "Please? Look."
He placed the sausage on a paper towel and set it down on the ground and backs away from her.
She didn't look like she wanted to come out, but the power of hot food wins once again. The little girl slowly crawls out of the cabinet. She jumps and lands on her feet in a crouch.
She stared at the freaks before grabbing the sausage on the towel and began eating it. Savoring each bite she took.
Evra and the others began to lower their guard for a moment before hearing a knock.
"I think it's unwise for all of you to crowd up to her." Mr. Tall's voice made the cirque members jump.
"M-mr. Tall." Evra yelped before gulping. "She was hungry."
"Yeah, we weren't doing anything." Hans said, wiping his hand on his shirt.
The child's eyes widened when she saw the tallest man in the world!
Truska and Hans vacated the Trailer so the Cirque leader came in, having to bend a little to fit inside.
The little girl backed away from him and Evra, backing all the way to a wall.
"Don't be frightened little one," Mr. Tall said assuring. "Well looking at you, it seems you are doing well. How are you feeling?"
She just stared at him.
"Hmm," Mr. Tall stares at her. "I am Mr. Tall….miss…" he stared at her, trying to get her name. Searching for something at least, feeling his black, coal eyes upon her, the child felt something rattling in her head.
She made an uncomfortable sound, shaking her head and rubbing it, trying to get this feeling out.
"Interesting…" Mr. Tall said a moment later.
"What?" Evra asked.
"I… I cannot find her name." Mr. Tall muttered, scratching his neck.
"What?" Evra blinked. "You know everyone's name, you knew mine when we met."
"I know...but I cannot locate her name."