Fate has an odd way of sticking it's hand's into the wheel's of our everyday lives. Meetings with people you never thought possible, happen daily and change our lives forever.

This story is one that (undoubtedly) fate has decided to change. a chance meeting, between a man, and a vampire, that will thrust the two into a spiraling web of heroism, and misfortune. Neither of the two would ever expect that the meeting this day, would cause such a dark tale to unfold and a new friendship (or more) to fall into their laps.

But before the story begins, shall I set the scene of which you are to be told?

Camilla Rozenheart, a half vampire (Born of a human mother, and vampire father) is twenty years old and for the past year or so, has been traveling with the "Freak show" Circus. I use the term "traveling" loosely. You see, like most circus's, this one is for the entertainment of people all over the world, however, it's troupe is not... will we say; "Willing"? to be a part of this act. Each of the members of the circus has been enslaved by the ring master for the purpose of showing off their unique "Talents" or appearances. Thus is the case with Camilla, and desperately has she sought to free herself from the enveloping darkness she is surrounded by.

On this most auspicious of nights, a man, Preston Deathsong, is traveling on the road, battered and weary, only a few miles ahead of the traveling circus. Had Preston known what was in store for him, perhaps he would not have traveled this road on this night.

However, i bore you no more with the details. The stage is set, the curtains rising, and the fate of Camilla and Preston are to be forever changed in a single act of bravery and kindness, truth and deceit, that one can only understand after the act is played out.

Welcome to the show, welcome to nightmare circus...

Camilla rozenheart awoke to the ever so familiar sound of tapping on metal bars. The stuffy, rough blanket stayed over her head. She didn’t want to move, and her body stayed stiller than even a dead body. That was the gift she got for being such a creature as she was. A freak of nature. She knew it was night time for they never awoke her in day. Instead , forced her to stay covered up on the cold, barred in carriage floor. It killed her some to never be able to see that day light. She had a slight memory of it, but it was so faint that she couldn’t quite remember how bright the daylight was. The tapping began to bother her so much that she stirred just enough for the person to notice that she was at least alive.

"Hey Rodne!!! She’s stirring!!!" The voice was new to her. One that she couldn’t remember hearing. That must have meant they had picked some new helping hand during their travel. Her ears pin pointed the sound of a horse stomping their feet on soft ground, and footsteps that were rough, loud, and terrifying making their way toward her. She knew immediately who it was. Rodne the ring master of the circus. Or as most people considered him the boss.

"Jack you can go. I just needed to make sure she was well…stirring. This part is always the worst to see. " He directed the other man with a demanding tone. "Go make sure everything, and everyone is set tonight. This will be extraordinary." What had to be the sound of jack’s boots touching the ground as he left stirred her just a little more. She was hungry but for her food was different. It always got this way before a show. They teased her with food, but never actually gave her food until after she does what they want her to. She felt like an animal, or a chaotic pet. "Now you missy must do an extraordinary job to set this freak show circus alight." He chuckled. " Get that damned cloth off your beautiful face or else Im going to have to go in there and rip it off your face."

"Shut up." Camilla threw the blanket to the side of the carriage as usual. She feared more that Rodne would rape her than starve her for a week. She shuddered. If he did starve her for that long it was possible that she would die.

"That a girl." He coaxed as if talking to a lioness. She wasn’t an animal and her predatory instincts always told her that when he coaxed her it was bad. Instinctively, she curled near the other corner of the carriage far away from Rodne. His eyes seemed to gleam a deep dark red , even though they were naturally brown. In his right hand a knife gleamed, its silver blade reflecting off the bar. He had a wicked smile on his face reminding her of something evil. So evil that it put shivers down her spine. Slowly, he brought the blade towards his wrist, and with one simple slice cut his wrist. Dark red liquid ran down his arm , and onto the ground. The smell revitalized her so much that she nearly jumped to the other side of the carriage. Hardly realizing how much they’ve been starving her. She stuck out her tongue to catch the small droops of blood that were falling from Rodne’s wrist. It seemed as if she could only get a few drops before he pulled his wrist away violently. "Enough!!" He wrapped his wrist in some sort of blanket thing. "If you do well tonight you can get more."

With that he turned and walked towards the other carriages. It seemed forever before the back door to the cage was opened. The chains that bound her seemed to tighten as the person at the other end dragged her closer to them. She tasted the wet remnants of the blood from Rodne. It made her want more of that life giving blood. Once the person had her outside the carriage, she was walked like a dog that was chained by a leash, to the center of the town. Or as the center of town was now changed into a ring. The people cheered , and roared at her. Like every other time. Her eyes continued to dart from person to person.

Their were four others that were in the freak show. A man that could change his form from a human, to a wolf. They often called him a werewolf. But she could hardly understand why. Then there was a women who could create fire with just flick of her hand. But the one that she had gotten along best with was a man who could read minds. At least any mind but hers. Even the other freaks minds he could read. But hers was an exception. He said it must of been because she was vampiric. But she hardly knew what vampiric meant.

"LADY AND GENTELMEN!! I WELCOME YOU TO THE ONE AND ONLY FREAK SHOW CIRCUS. YOU WILL NEVER SEE ONE ANYWHERE CLOSE TO THIS. EACH ONE OF THESE INDIVIDUALS HAS A DIFFERENT TALENT. PLEASE ENJOY THE SHOW, AND STAY BACK." He spoke loud and clear to warn the people that they were dangerous.

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Preston Deathsong strode down the narrow road, feet thumping in stride with a melody he heard in the last time. For some reason, he couldn't get the song out of his head, and he knew it was best to just let the song remain and vanish on it's own.

Standing at Five feet, nine and a half inches, Preston wore nothing but black garments and a hat. A cloak covered his shoulders and nearly dragged on the ground, and his hands were covered with gloves. All in all, Not much of the man could be seen unless he wanted it to be. It was his way of saying "Stay away" without actually seeing it.

Preston had been a lonely man since the day he turned of age, never traveling with anyone other than himself. Once he enjoyed the company of another male, but they just happen to be walking the same road at about the same stride. The man stopped to rest for the night, asking if Preston would like to join him, but Preston bid him farewell and continued on ahead a few hours before finally stopping for the night. It wasn't that he hated others, but that he preferred quietness over companionship any day.

The moon shone bright over the desolate road, and Preston was on the verge of calling it a night when he finally started to make out the distant lights of what looked like a town. Deciding that the bed of an Inn would be welcomed to the harsh dirt and rubble, Preston forced himself to press on until he at least reached the town.

After another hour's walk, he was there, and Preston could feel the weight of the days journey practically lift off him, while he though of a nice warm bed and good food. Almost too delighted with his thoughts, Preston almost missed the fact that with as much noise as he heard in the town, there weren't really any people around.

Must be having a festival of some kind... he told himself, and decided it best to ignore it, before a deep voice could be heard over the low murmur of the others.

"LADY AND GENTELMEN!! I WELCOME YOU TO THE ONE AND ONLY FREAK SHOW..." Preston heard, then the voice trailed off to a lower tone, and the rest could barely be heard.

Freak show? Preston thought. I have never seen a freak show... what do they even do at one of those things anyways?...

Moving from the sluggishness he was faced with before, a new pace beat into Preston's movements. Following the voice, Preston finally found himself in the middle of the town. He could see a group of people in a large circle, but not much else. Deciding that he should probably get a better view if he wished to see, Preston pushed past a few people, and climbed to the top of an old fountain, that was dry. It made a good sitting spot for the viewing.

Ok, so nothing out of the ordinary right now... the familiar voice trailed of. That thought would have stuck had he not seen 'her'. She looked normal enough, and the only noticeable thing about her was the collar around her neck and the chain that practically dragged her around.

He couldn't speak. weather Preston wanted to, or not he knew not, he couldn't tell, but the inability to verbally compress and speak words escaped him. She was beautiful, and he something in his mind told him he wanted to stay, to see her for as long as he could.

"FOR OUR FIRST ACT WE WILL HAVE THE ONE, THE MAGNIFICENT, THE REGENERATOR, THE LIFE TAKING CAMILLA ROZENHEART." Rodne announced this while his hands seemed to make signs. It seemed like with each sign the person that held her chains would shake the chains. Causing her to nearly growl in reaction. She was scowling because of the pain that the chains did to her. They caused her to bleed down her arm. Then just as fast the wound would heal.

"Bring her to me my lovely assistant." His voice was luring, and the assistant took the chains and brought them to Rodne. When Rodne got the chains he smiled. Carefully unchaining her. Allowing her to be free but not free at the same time. For he still left the chain around her legs that way she couldn’t escape too far. "Now ladies and gentlemen enjoy the show." With that he bowed and turned to face her.

Camilla knew what she had to do. Her first trick was to show off her speed. Rodne waved his dark hand in a motion that meant for her to start. It was the starting signal. With that she did her signature move which was a graceful back flip. Which most people in the crowd only saw her twist backwards and then was on the ground. That was simply because she was too fast for the human eye to really register the movements. Then she did another signature move which was to twirl her body as if she was dancing. Allowing her long legs to show. Since she was wearing a dress it showed her bare legs, and how delicate , and beautiful her legs were. A small tune made its way into her head. It was the tune of the "wows" and "ahhs." Of the crowd. The wind whisping through her hair.

Rodne then whistled which was the signal for her stop. Just like she stooped. It was like one instant she was moving and the next she was completely still. Like a lioness right before it strikes. " For those that are well ….weak ..this is not for the weak minded to see." Rodne announced to the crowd. As usual nobody said a thing, or left. This was the worst part for. Everyone would get to see her feed, and what feeding does to her. He pulled out a sharp glistening knife and slowly walked towards. When at least he reached her. He took the knife and slashed it across both her wrists. Allowing the blood to drip onto the ground. Then her turned and took 5 paces back the way he came.

Then brought the knife across his wrist holding his wrist out to her. Without hesitation she practically ran towards him. To human eyes it would seem almost as if she suddenly appeared at his wrist. But if one had careful eyes they could see her gait and tell that she was actually moving. Her mouth wrapped around his wrist. Seeming to take in every drop of blood. Her sharp white teeth gleaming in the darkness. A suckling sound could be heard from her sucking on his blood. Rodne moaned in pleasure. She didn’t why but for some reason whenever she sucked on his blood it seemed to arouse him. She hated it. The sound of his voice. He didn’t deserve to feel pleasure.

Soon enough her eyes caught with a man in the crowd. He wasn’t like any of the other males in the crowd. His eyes enticed her. It was then that Rodne slapped her cheek. "Enough." He whispered, and with that she was batted away. "That my friends is Camilla …." He bowed and awaited for the applause of the crowd. Then forced his assistant to chain her back up like a caged animal. She stood still as the chains went back around her. Keeping her eyes on the man who captivated her so much.

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