I felt my heart up inside my throat as I stood frozen in place. The cold barrel of a gun pressed up against me, sending chills down my spine.

"I fucking had enough of you snobbling kids stealing my livestock!" the farmer snapped angrily. "Turn around and put your hands up."

I did, real slow. Doing what he wants and not escalate this any further. I didn't want to get shot or having to use my sword.

"Sir, I'm not here to-" he reached over and snatched it from my scabbard.

"Kid, you have a samurai sword? What the-"

Before I was going to grab the goat and sword and flit off, a creature jumped him from behind, slamming a tree branch over the farmer's head.

Crack!

The sound the farmer's head made before the man collapsed, gun scattered from his hand and onto the grass along with my sword..

"You should really have a back-up when you leave the camp…. Nyx."

I turned to my hero and smiled brightly. It was Harkat Mulds, a little person and my best friend out of the whole Cirque and world. One of 's servants (at least it's what I called them), it's hard to tell any of them apart, all have gray stitched skin, large green fishy looking eyes. All wore the blue hoods and wear this special gas mask that filters the air. They can go without it for a few hours but they will die without the mask. But Harkat, when we're alone, keeps his hood down and we talk without his mask.

I laughed and jumped him, bringing him in and we hugged. "My hero!" I giggled.

"You think you...leaving the camp alone after last time? Not a chance!" he wheesily chuckled.

This little necro creature has been with me since I first came to the Cirque twenty years ago. Sure I had Erva as a friend and everyone else in the cirque, but times changes. People come and go, relationships happen, families grow and torn all the time, this guy here been with me.

"Honestly, for a tiny person with short, stumpy legs and a limp, you get here fast." I said after we hugged. I walked over and grabbed my sword.

"I was already out here with Nicky and the other little people getting food." Harkat said, patting the dirt off my jacket. "You flitted past me and I caught a glimpse of your hair."

"So you ditched the flock to spend time with me?"

"Every chance I get." He giggled.

I pulled his hood over his head and gave him a playful shove. The tiny farm was filled with our laughter.

After grabbing the goat with a leash, we turned back to the man unconcious. The top of his head was bleeding where Harkat smack him with the branch.

"So...what are we going to do with him?" I asked him.

"We could eat him?"

I patted his grotesque head. "No eating ...light bulb."

After a few minutes later, the farmer was underneath a shady tree, some cash stuffed in his pocket to replace the goat - in the wallet. We placed the branch on top of his head and had a magazine that was in his back pocket and had him stage. The farmer was reading underneath the tree when the branch broke off and bopped him in the head.

Sounds legit.

"You know, maybe you can use this chance to feed while… you're at it." Harkat suggested petting the goat by his neck.

I looked at the farmer, tilting my head to the side. The bottom of one of his pants legs had scrunched up, exposing his ankle. I could see see his blue veins pulsing. I hadn't fed in a while. A good couple of weeks the most, my stomach was craving for the crimson mercury - as Pops sometimes calls it.

I felt this twinge in my gut, a dribble of sweat cascaded down the side of my forehead. My heart started to race. "I…" I turned my head and shook it. "I'm good. I'll take a bottle…"

I felt Harkat staring at me. I could sense his necro green eyes beaming at the back of my head.

"Nightmares again?" he asked me. I subtly nodded to him. He patted my back. "Take a bottle from Larten when you get back need to feed."

Honestly, I didn't get the bottle from Larten later that night. After I fed wolfy the goat, I ended up getting kidnapped by Lilia and Urcha and I had to play dressup for hours and by the freaking time it was for be to get going and meet up with Darren and Steve, I ended up wearing this gothic lolita costume.

I didn't have time to change by the time I had to leave.

I hated the doily on my head but whatevs.

Darren looked annoyed as always and Steve looked a little too eager this evening. So everything was going the right way.

"So guys, are you two ready for this?" I asked them as we walked down the road towards the stadium.

"Oh you bet!" Steve chirped as we walked. "Believe it or not, Darren and I went to the cirque when we were kids." He elbowed Darren and he grunted.

"It's been twenty years ago, but yeah." Darren grumbled something.

Honestly, can't this clown crack a smile?

As we walked and chatted total bullshit, my stomach continued to growl. I hope I could grab a bottle from pops before the show or Mr. Tall slips one to me with his magic swiping thingy.

I eventually trailed off from talking and looked ahead. It wasn't the first time I didn't take any blood from a nightmare.

My nightmares can suck a bag of dicks.

I could feel a bit of my stamina decrease each day passes by without blood intakes. And depending how bad my nightmares are, the longer I don't drink blood.

It's not that I have a fear of drinking blood, I don't. I just-

All of the sudden, one of the guys grabbed my arms and harshly jerked back.

The sound of a semi truck sped by in the road in front of of us.

I don't remember walking up here!

I am so sorry for not posting for a while I have been incredibly busy lately. This is not dead, I promise all who have been reading this. 3