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She continued to struggle within the vampire`s grasp, the sensation of his fangs brushing against her neck sporadically making her feel increasingly hopeless and unsettled. In the past, she would have never experienced such emotions since she had always resorted to hunting methods that were never truly this hands-on regarding combat, especially since her primary targets were always the weaker vampires. The chaos that was ensuing all around her and the unrelenting grip of Faust`s hands surrounding her were all serving as one reminder: she was not strong enough to have even the smallest impact on the world of the supernatural.. any human was far too weak for that matter. It was almost as if at that moment she had a wake-up call, the reality settling in that all her aspirations and goals would never have come to fruition, even if she had been successful until now. She could feel the familiar pit in her stomach, the voices that mocked her within her psyche for being.. human while surrounded by monsters that could have killed her by now. Neveah found herself questioning everything, whether her immoral acts and twisted ideas had even been worth it since it seemed like all they were going to do was get her killed.

The words that left Aurelius` mouth were what snapped her back to reality, her azure eyes widening at the sight of him trying to reach her before Carmilla held the blade to his throat. Everything was going downhill incredibly fast and she despised how she could do nothing about it, trapped by Faust whilst knowing if she somehow was freed she would still be utterly useless. The vampire restraining her merely laughed at Aurelius` words, licking his lips before lifting his chin as if planning on latching onto her neck then and there. She flinched at the abrupt sounds of gunfire, her head whipping to the side to catch the sight of Seb and other soldiers entering the tent. Her breathing hitched as she felt the familiar spray of blood from a gunshot, then the sensation of Faust`s grip loosening before he collapsed to the ground.

Neveah stumbled backwards before she managed to compose herself, shifting her focus onto Carmilla as she helplessly watched her take Aurelius captive. She should have done something- anything- to have at least tried to stop her in some way, but she was frozen to the spot. All of this was becoming far too much for her to handle; she did not understand what Aurelius had even seen in her to prompt him to employ her and shove her into this supernatural mess. There was nothing that all of them could do, silently watching as Carmilla vanished with the unconscious form of the vampiric prince. She continued to stare off towards where they had disappeared, flinching when she felt the presence of Seb directly behind her. Truth be told, she expected some kind of reprimand or snide comment to belittle her further, but all she got was a nod towards the exit of the tent.

``We`ll find him,`` Seb spoke from behind her, his intentions unknown regarding the purpose of his words. Neveah turned away from where she had last seen Aurelius, her heart racing and body trembling from being so shocked and riddled by fear. She slowly started to follow behind the soldiers and Seb, heading towards what she figured was the coven`s manor. It only took a few seconds for her to pause in her steps, her realizations becoming for more paramount and apparent.

``I.. can`t help you,`` she managed to admit it aloud, not because she did not want to but simply because she could not. It was impossible for her to be of any real help, maybe providing a few ideas here and there but that was all. She watched as Seb looked over at her, clearly processing her words. Although she knew there was no time to delay, it seemed she had earned his attention for now.

Edited at December 10, 2024 11:44 AM by Imperial Warmbloods

December 10, 2024 03:29 PM

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"You're going to give up vampire hunter?" Seb mocked, tilting his head as he swung back to face Neveah, sending his men ahead now the tent was clear. Seb would have to send another team in to do the clear up the mess before the humans found it.

His dark gaze narrowed on her. "Fine. Go home. Let us deal with this mess. You are hereby released from your duty" Seb turned to stalk off after his men, leaving Neveah alone in the street. He had other pressing matters, a duty to find his prince, his leader. He didn't have time to babysit someone who couldn't handle themselves. He grimaced as he approached the manor. It was going to be difficult to explain what had happened to the council members and Aurelis' father. Not to mention, he would need to draw up some idea of locating the actual prince. The only lead being, tyre tracks in the mud at the rear of the tent.

He sighed, swinging the doors to the manor open wide.

The truck hauled to a stop. Aurelius listened as the van door opened and closed and footsteps came round to the rear of the truck.

The door opened a blinding light came in. He squinted until he could see the silhoutte of Carmilla's figure and bright red hair.

"Are you going to come willing, my lord?" She seemed to mock before climbing in.

Aurelius found himself snarling at her. What choice did he have? They were both on a level playing field in terms of strength, he would have to be smart in his ways to dispatch her.

He wanted to stand too, to get out of this van. So he obeyed. She approached grinning sadistically, her eyes glowing at him. "Good boy" She mocked once more, crouching down, keying the handcuffs and setting him free. He rubbed his wrists, growling at her. He wanted nothing more than to snap her skinny little neck.

She stood, turning to exit the van, she jumped out with an effortless ease. Turning once more to see if he would follow.

Aurelius groaned standing up. His legs had almost gone to sleep. He approached the van exit slowly, gazing around at his new surroundings before stepping down next to her.

They were seemingly in a warehouse. But all around them were various supernatural beings. Like an army. Aurelius had realised that he was seriously outnumbered and this situation had already become out of control, long before the circus tent. There would be no way his coven alone would be able to fix this mess.

"Impressive isn't it?" She said as she moved forward, allowing him to examining the beings working.

"All this could be yours" She said. "Why are you doing this?" He interrupted. He wanted to understand but his mind was reeling with so much that had happened, including all the events of them dating over the years, rushing at him to try and make sense.

"Isn't it obvious? I told you, I want a war. We will get a war" Carmilla said. Leading the way through the various happenings of the large warehouse.

Werewolves were loading up trucks, Jinn were working with some assortment of liquids. All of it not making sense.

"You are doing all of this, to simply rule over the humans" He scoffs. "What happens when you're done? What next?" He asked with a simple curiousity.

"The werewolves, the Jinn, everyone had have what they want. The humas...Merely here for our service. Blood has been harder and harder to come by as a coven. I presented my idea to my coven's council but they rejected it. I killed them all, the just couldn't see sense" She spoke nonchalantly.

"This doesn't make any sense" He bit out, looking around him, eyeing some werewolves moving shipments of what looked to be weapons. He wasn't sure.

"That's why, I'm doing all the work and you my prince, don't have to worry about a think" She pressed in close to him, rubbing her body against him. He instinctively recoiled. She chuckles. "Come, let me take you to your new abode, my lord" She said softly, leaning into him once more.

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Neveah observed quietly as Seb mocked her, the precise reaction she was waiting for; she was far too stunned and unsettled to care enough regarding providing a retort, settling on glancing away and turning on her heel. Truth be told, she was surprised he had even allowed her to remain alive after everything, especially with all the information she had acquired thus far.. Maybe he had read her like an open book, realizing she no longer was the same threat as before. The supernatural world was far more intricate and out-of-control than she had ever thought possible, so much so that she wanted nothing to do with it. With a final glance at the vampire that had relieved her of her duties, she headed back towards the sanctuary where she had felt the seemingly last sentiments of peace even though both Faust and Aurelius had been at each other`s throats the entire time. She was a little hurt regarding Faust`s attempt to kill her, but she found herself worrying a little about the royal. Why was she worrying about him exactly? She had no idea and she did not want to descend into that rabbit hole.. not now nor ever.

It was a short walk for her to return to the Hunter Sanctuary, stepping inside and locking the door behind her. Neveah did not appreciate how quiet it was for once; the knowledge that she was alone in every regard finally placing a weight on her chest for the first time in years. She walked slowly through the building towards her room, recollecting the way Faust and Aurelius had bantered somewhat on the way to the basement.. the way Imogen and Renier would shamelessly flirt in the living room. She knew that she was mostly to blame for all of their absences, Faust being the only exception since he had quite literally been on the verge of killing her. It made her reflect briefly, remembering that it had almost seemed like Aurelius had been more than willing to save her from Faust`s fangs before he was held back by Carmilla. She dismissed the memory with a shake of her head, once again refusing to entertain any ideas regarding the vampire that had been the smallest bit kind towards her in his own unique way.

With a sigh, she dragged herself into her room and headed directly for her desk, glaring at the documents that had information about Carmilla. Although she truly wanted to burn them in a fire, she settled on piling them and tossing them to the side. Her gaze eventually landed on the pathetic button that had summoned Faust to her room a few days ago, impulsively picking it up and hapharzardly tossing it out the window; she wanted zero reminders of him save for the jacket she was wearing since it was freezing for some reason. She changed out of the somewhat revealing clothing that Aurelius had told her to wear as a precaution, changing into a pair of sweats and an oversized hoodie before plopping down on her bed. Usually, she would be trying her utmost best to help Seb and the others that were probably worried sick about Aurelius, but here she was.. letting herself succumb to all the worries and anxious thoughts that were now taunting her mind.

Neveah`s thoughts were circulating around one statement, her eyes narrowing and her heart racing at the mere idea of it: vampires did not seem as bad as she thought they had been. Of course, Aurelius had been the only proof of her newfound perspective of them, but now he was somewhere all alone and trapped with Carmilla. She felt almost bad for not helping, but she truly believed she was of no use in times like these.

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(Sorry for the late reply. I've been busy)

Aurelius stood at the center of the vast, dimly lit warehouse, surrounded by a cacophony of sounds—the low growl of werewolves organising shipments, the hiss of steam from some Jinn working with unfamiliar chemicals, the distant clang of metal. Despite the disarray around him, a sense of purpose seemed to pulse through the air. Carmilla’s army was growing, and she was right about one thing: all of them had something they wanted. Power. Freedom. Control.

But Aurelius wasn’t so sure that this was the world he wanted to be a part of. The idea of ruling over the humans... it felt hollow. Empty. What was the point of domination if all you had was an endless cycle of bloodshed?

Carmilla was eager, too eager, to have him join her. She spoke of alliances, of power shared between them. Her words were sweet, designed to tempt him into thinking he could have it all—an empire built on fear, with her by his side. But Aurelius wasn’t a fool. He knew what that kind of power would cost. His father, his coven’s council—they would all want their piece of the pie. And the more he thought about it, the more the pieces fell into place.

Carmilla’s scheme wasn’t just about power. It was about something deeper, darker. She wanted to tear apart the fragile truce between the supernatural races. She wanted war. And a war, with all its casualties, would be the perfect way for her to cement her rule, to bring every faction under her thumb.

But the humans? The innocent ones caught in the crossfire?

Aurelius clenched his fists. He couldn’t stand by and watch that happen. Not again.

As he followed Carmilla deeper into the warehouse, he noticed a few familiar faces—werewolves who had once fought with him in skirmishes. They avoided his gaze, their expressions unreadable. They don’t even recognise me anymore, he thought bitterly. I’m just a pawn to them now.

But just as quickly, he pushed those thoughts away. It didn’t matter. He had bigger problems now.

"Ready to meet your new home, my lord?" Carmilla’s voice broke through his thoughts, her tone almost too sweet.

Aurelius didn’t respond immediately. He was too busy studying his surroundings, calculating his options. There were too many of them. He’d have to wait for the right moment to strike.

But as they reached the farthest corner of the warehouse, Carmilla stopped, turning to face him. Her eyes gleamed with an unnerving mixture of amusement and something darker, like a predator toying with its prey.

“I’ve waited a long time for this, Aurelius,” she said softly, almost tenderly. “And now, we begin.”

Before he could respond, she gestured toward a door—one that he hadn’t noticed before, a heavy, iron door, barely ajar. Through it, he could hear muffled voices.

“Step inside, my prince,” Carmilla urged, her voice low and commanding.

Aurelius hesitated, his eyes narrowing. This was it. The moment everything would change.

If his coven or hell, even Neveah, were out there, if they was coming for him… he hoped they were ready.

And if not? Well, Aurelius would just have to find a way to survive the storm.

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Neveah lingered in the safety and warmth of the silken sheets that were spread across her typically abandonded bed, knees tucked close against her chest and her dimmed eyes half-lidded with exhaustion and contemplation. Truth be told, nothing would have been enough to stir her from her current stupor, thougths racing faster than her heart had been when Faust`s fangs had been on the verge of impaling her throat. Although the memory was more than enough for her to tremble and wince ever so slightly, she maintained her current focus: Aurelius. He had been the sole vampire to treat her as the closest thing to an equal, even if he had tossed her into a frigid, crumbling prison cell; he had cared enough to feed her and even exchange a few words here and there. Neveah knew- although she was basing this off of presumptions and her somewhat reliable memory- Aurelius had darted towards her the moment he realized she was in danger.. Did this mean that maybe he had viewed her as more than just a human? Of course, this was in the sense of him viewing her as more than a blood bank, like a living being that actually deserved respect and some freedom.

Gods, she was beginning to realize the gravity of what she had done, immediately allowing her emotions to take over and overide the rational voice in her mind. Neveah knew that Carmilla had to be stopped unless she wanted to consistently be updated on persistent mass murders, perhaps ones that would be city-wide. This was when it all started to click, when she finally figured out that there was literally no hope if Aurelius remained in Carmilla`s clutches; he needed to be freed as soon as possible. The mere thought made her curse beneath her breath, forcing her out of bed and towards her desk to look over the papers again. There was one thing she had been working on behind closed doors, a part of it resting quietly on the rack of weapons: an incredibly modified sniper rifle that had never been shot, not even once. It was a weapon that had been used hundreds of times in the past few centuries, its bullets uniquely crafted to kill a vampire or any other creature they managed to pierce through; the bullets themselves contained concoctions of numerous poisons and herbs, the combinations of which could trigger a reaction in mere seconds. However, the current problem was, despite all of her experience, she had never once shot a gun of that specific calibre. She stared at it for a while before grabbing it gently, albeit a bit too quickly, before heading towards the roof of the building.

Neveah knew more than anyone how stupid the idea she was currently bringing to life was, yet she continued to head towards the spiral staircase and headed upwards. She made it to the top balcony, briefly glancing around before hositing herself onto the roof`s shingles as if she had done this a million times, which she has. She struggled here and there due to the sheer bulk and weight of the sniper rifle, glaring at it whenever it decided to be a lifeless brat. Eventually, she reached the top and settled on her stomach to the best of her ability. A little more than a mile behind the house was a bare field that contained numerous targets and items, some of them covered in bullet holes and others left untouched. The sanctuary was far enough from the city itself to avoid drawing attention whenever hunters would practice their aim and combat, but silencers were always a requirement; this gun did not have one, but she could care less at the moment. Neveah believed in fate- no matter how stupid or idiotic it may be- and it was then she decided that if by some miracle she managed to land a precise shot, she truly would set out and find Aurelius himself. Was she insane for this? Absolutely.

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The bed was foreign to Aurelius as he awoke the following night. It felt strange against his skin, an alien sensation to the finery he was used to. The silken sheets, once pristine, were now crumpled and crumbling over him and Carmilla, who lay beside him. She was fast asleep, her fiery cascade of copper hair catching the light in waves with every movement, a brilliant tangle of curls spilling over her chest and pooling across the deep, liquid ruby red of the sheets. The glow of the dimly flickering lamp on the far side of the room cast a muted sheen over them, making the entire scene seem almost surreal.

The bed itself, despite its elegance, felt out of place. It was far too fine for this room—a forgotten corner of an abandoned warehouse, its once proud walls now sagging with time and neglect. Nothing else adorned the space, save for the shards of a broken mirror that lay scattered on the floor. Some of the pieces reflected strange angles of Aurelius' tired face. The shattered glass seemed to mock him, as though it was all that remained of his coven, his friends, his very existence in the supernatural world.

The shutters that blocked out the daylight were basic, crude even, hastily nailed over the windows to ensure that nothing could pierce the sanctuary Carmilla had created for them. But despite the crude protection, the room still felt oppressive, like a cage.

Aurelius shimmied from the sheets, careful not to disturb Carmilla, whose body shifted slightly, letting out a soft sigh. She seemed content in her slumber, unaware of his movements, her face still a picture of calm serenity. He untangled himself from the web of her limbs.

He rose cautiously, planting his feet on the cold stone floor. The room was suffocating in its silence. For a moment, he simply sat at the edge of the bed, running his hands through his hair, his mind whirring with fragmented thoughts. He glanced towards the door—a simple wooden frame locked securely. Carmilla had done it herself. It wasn’t out of necessity but out of caution. She didn’t trust him completely, and he didn’t blame her for it. But there was something else, something in the way she locked it, as if she was hiding more than just him from the outside world. He wondered what it was, but he didn’t have the energy to explore the thought further.

The pull of the mirror, now in shards across the floor, was irresistible. Aurelius stood and walked toward it, his bare feet stepping over the glass with a careful grace. The pieces were sharp, cruel reminders of everything that had been lost, everything that had been destroyed and was about to be destroyed. They glinted coldly under the dim light, reflecting fractured versions of his face—never whole, never complete. He bent down to examine his reflection briefly, his topless form.

Before he could continue his contemplation, he felt the familiar warmth of hands crossing over his shoulders, a delicate touch. A head appeared beside him, red curls cascading in a familiar wave, grazing his chest. It was Carmilla. She had awoken, and there she was, as if she had always been there, always circling him like a predator.

"Good morning, sweet prince," she purred, her voice laced with honey and venom, sweet yet dangerous. The same words she had used in another life, in another time, when things felt...simpler. She wore a robe, the same pink one his mother used to wear, and for a fleeting moment, it almost felt like he was back at the manor again, a world away from the nightmare he was living.

Aurelius stared at her flatly, the weight of defeat pressing down on his chest, but there was still a flicker of hope beneath the exhaustion in his eyes. Hope that Neveah or his men would find him soon—hope that he would be freed from this woman’s web.

Carmilla raised her hand, and with a tender motion, she touched his face, tracing his features with a delicate touch, her nails scratching just enough to tease. It was a gesture of both affection and possession, the lines between love and control blurring in her gaze.

"We need to go and see your little friend Jayden today," she said, her voice slipping from soft intimacy to something darker. Her eyes met his then, no longer focused on his body but on his soul, searching, calculating.

Aurelius’ gaze didn’t waver. He kept his expression neutral, though inside, his thoughts were in turmoil. Jayden? The mention of him sent a cold shiver through his spine. What did Carmilla want with him? Was Jayden a pawn in whatever twisted game she was playing?

He met her gaze with quiet defiance, masking the churn of emotions inside him. There was no telling what she intended to do with Jayden, especially with more werewolves at her side. Aurelius thought it strange, though. Not many vampires had called in favours with her.

Aurelius knew that whatever her plans were, they weren’t good. He could only hope that somehow, against all odds, he could stop her before she pushed things too far.

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Why precisely why she was relying solely on this precise moment to make an incredibly substantial decision? Neveah did not know the answer herself, but she felt as if it were a trait she had inherited from her father; the man had always lectured her on how fate controlled one`s life, how easily one small mistake could make whoever controlled the strings deem one unworthy of success. She took in a deep, elongated deep breath as she lowered her cheek against the familiar indent upon the sniper`s edge, narrowing her eyes and lining up her shot. The wind was being a nuisance as it sent flourishes of its cold touch against her exposed skin, hair cascading almost mockingly into her gaze and disrupting her focus. It took all of her willpower to avoid cursing beneath her breath, maintaining her unwavering, intense stare that was fixated upon a target that resembled the outline of a human; she knew how guns worked since she used to favor them over the silver blades she now used, but one error from years ago caused her to toss away her passion and amusement when it came to using the weapons. Neveah`s breathing hitched when she finally pulled the trigger, a silver bullet- radiating a stench that reeked of poison for any supernatural creature- erupted from the sniper`s chamber and headed directly for the target`s head. A laugh of pure bewilderment left her chest as she lowered the sniper and realized that she had successfully hit the target; it would seem that she would have to assist Aurelius now, even if she probably would have regardless. It was also reassuring to know that the skills she had acquired all those years were seemingly still at the forefront of her mind.

Neveah had already formulated a plan, one from which she would practically assasinate Carmilla from a distance, preferably a long one. With a smile and newfound determination, she turned on her heel and navigated her way back down the roof and onto the highest balcony, nearly slipping when she landed on the hard wood. She headed inside and into the confines of her room, closing the door behind her. Her thoughts raced as she placed the weapon on her desk and headed towards her wardrobe, shuffling through the piles of clothes before she settled on the one outfit she had that practically screamed vampire hunter. Once she switched her attire, Neveah grabbed the sniper and headed downstairs, deciding she would pay the circus a visit to try and find any clue that would indicate where Aurelius could potentially be. Truth be told, she found herself worrying over the vampire prince, but only because she knew how important it was to ensure he got back to his coven alive. Out of all the other monsters and creatures out there, she doubted there were any that would care enough to stand against Carmilla like he was; power and freedom were things that everyone wanted and craved, the majority even willing to commit mass murder to get their greedy hands on it.

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Aurelius found himself dressed in his familiar attire. The coven's royalty shields holding his green cloak into place. He sat back into the cream leather seats of the rolls royce that drove them through the city. Carmilla sat next to him, a delicate hand placed over his knee. The touch felt foreign to him. He gazed out the window as a way to distract himself from her presence.

She was wearing in a short sequined dress that was way too short for her long legs. He felt surreal dressed like this and her so causal, driving around in what he presumed was her old coven's house car. The driver a werewolf himself.

The little details of everything seemed to overwhelm Aurelius' senses to a point he'd never experienced before but perhaps thats what Carmilla's planned had been all along to keep him a tight leash.

They pulled up, the club queue was already long with the night so young. The driver helped them out and Carmilla cradled her arm through Aurelius' unwilling one. He felt a pit in his stomach open up at the thought of how this meeting was going to go. His coven not far from here, he felt the urge to turn and leave or perhaps signal somehow he was here but alas he was trapped. If he even stepped out of line, he would be succumbed to Carmilla's way of torture.

They entered, heading straight for the same office as last time. The sight ghastly as ever. Overpowering with wealth. Jayden lounged back in his chair at the sight of them both. "Aurelius... Good to see you again" He whipped his gaze to Carmilla "You'll have to introduce me to your little friend" He raised a questioning eyebrow.

"This is Carmilla, I'm sure you've already heard so much about her" Aurelius moved his arm to present her to him.

"Ah yes, Carmilla, your reputation precedes you" Jayden's gaze never left hers.

"Thank you. I'm sure you've heard by the now the work we are doing" Carmilla smiled sweetly, moving them closer to the chairs in front of them. The sequins of her dress scraped the white leather.

"I have. It's not good for business" He said with a curt flat tone.

"But that is war."

"War against who exactly?" He raised an eyebrow again, taking in Aurelius as he said nothing.

"The humans. The vampires have been the guardians of the supernatural world for too long. Of course everyone has been growing restless for sometime. And if you come to accept a little bit of pain now, the rewards will be worth it, I can promise you".

Jayden sunk back in his chair further, raising his hands to fall next to his face, pressing them to his lips. Considering. The silence was deafening between them.

"And why do you need my help?" Jayden's eyes narrowed.

"Well firstly, I'm spreading my message among the supernatural network and I've heard you have so-called connections" She smiled, almost wickedly this time.

"I see. I shall consider your propsal" He said flatly. He'd ended the conversation. Carmilla narrowed her eyes and huffed. "Come on Aurelius, lets not waste anymore time here" She stood, walking towards the door.

"I hope you choose wisely" Carmilla tossed over her shoulder as the guards opened the doors for her. Aurelius followed her out. She headed down to the dance floor and spung, her red hair flying. Now facing Aurelius she lifted her arms out for him to join her. He stepped forward, her arms lacing around her neck, dancing with him. He shuffled awkwardly, the green cloak swaying on the sticky dance floor.

"Jayden will be won over. Eventually" Carmilla said to him. Aurelius didn't react. He knew where Jayden's loyalties lie. And that was with money. They continued dancing into the evening. Carmilla trying to seduce him.

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Neveah

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The recollection of the grotesque scene that had seemingly stretched on for eternity was at the forefront of Neveah`s mind as she sauntered through the serpentine streets, the ancient sniper strapped against her spinal; it was late enough at night for the city to be lifeless, the occasional drunkard stumbling past as they rambled about some absurd topic. She had felt so hopeless and useless at that moment, restrained by Faust prior to him being brutally shot in the back whilst she could only watch as Aurelius was taking away. When it came to fighting and killing supernatural beings that were out of her league, Neveah knew nothing about what she was supposed to do, resorting to simply giving up. Gods, for all she knew he could be deceased by now, a lifeless and abandoned corpse that had been disintegrated in a raging fire that matched Carmilla`s greed. It was unlikely that she had killed the one individual she seemed to give a damn about, but their whole relationship was already doomed; Carmilla was blatantly oblivious to it, yet even Neveah could discern that Aurelius was absolutely disgusted by her and what she had done. Her azure eyes remained fixated on what was anterior to her despite her swarming thoughts, occasionally glancing backwards to ensure she was not being followed by any suspecting or curious individuals.

It was a few minutes later when she finally arrived at the circus, her breath hitching as she mentally prepared herself for what was unfolding within its daunting depths. Based on the chorus of voices and sporadic bouts of laughter, she could tell that the bloody scene was most likely gone, having been cleaned up as if it had never happened; she doubted any of the creatures celebrating within would have even cared about what had happened. Neveah knew that walking into the circus in her current state was practically a death trap, but she was willing to take this risk for the sake of humanity`s survival; she had kept Faust`s jacket, so perhaps that would make it easier to navigate the throng of supernatural creatures. She took in a deep breath before she pushed past the circus` entrance, nodding curtly towards the men and women alike that were observing who entered and who departed; it had been easy to get in, but she had no idea how she was possibly going to make it out. Since Carmilla had withdrew to the far end of the circus, she figured that there was some kind of secret rooms or exits located there; she knew that was where she would have to go first.

Pushing her way through the crowd, Neveah tried her utmost best to not get snatched or caught up by any individual that seemed to take an interest in her. She mentally cursed herself for being physically attractive; if she tried hard enough, gaining every single creature`s attention would be like child`s play, unfortunately. Her pace remained controlled yet somewhat rushed, only pausing when she was offered a snack or a drink. She knew that ignoring them would draw suspicion since she had never been here before, at least when it was not covered in mutilated corpses and blood-soaked floors. The thought made her recoil slightly, steeling herself as she continued onwards towards the back of the circus.

Neveah should have expected to be stopped at least once, which was what precisely happened when she was mere feet away from what seemed to be an additional entrance of sorts. Her smaller build nearly collided with that of a large, muscular male`s, causing her to gasp in pure bewilderment. Before she could even react properly or even apologize, the male loomed over her and smirked- the kind that told her that she was screwed. She could only watch as he took in a deep breath, whispering, ``What is a human like you wandering about? You could get snatched away.. perhaps even killed.``

``It`s none of your concern,`` she answered promptly, her body stiffening when he started to circle her. This was not good at all, especially when she could only fend off vampires with the weapons she currently had; her instincts were telling her that this was not one of them, maybe a werewolf? The male let out a deep laugh before he stopped circling her, raising a brow as he leaned in until their faces were mere inches apart.

``And you`re armed, so it is my concern,`` he retorted, a trace of amusement and mockery lacing his words. Neveah took a minuscule step backwards in an attempt to maintain some kind of distance, yet the male took another step forward to prevent her from doing so. ``Fortunately for you, I am a fan of humans that have the guts to retaliate against us. I will be watching you, little human.``

Neveah had to resist the urge to wipe the smug expression off of his face, especially when he patted her head as if she were an animal. She bit her lip as he retreated into the crowd again, eyes narrowed into frustrated slits. This was precisely why she hated every single monster or creature that existed, Aurelius being the only exception since he was humanity`s only hope; he had also been.. nice to her, an odd concept but also the truth. She continued on her way, slipping past the curtains that led into the darkness that stretched out behind the circus. Her eyes brightened in silent victory when she saw numerous vans parked with individuals exchanging words and occasionally putting boxes into the backs of the vehicles. Before she could be spotted, she darted towards an abandoned van, craning her neck above its hood to observe what was unfolding before her.

Walking out there and getting captured was not an option, so she knew that she had to resort to a different plan: tracking one of the vans. With an exasperated sigh, she reached into her pockets and took out a circular device, a small red light flickering on and off that indicated it was working properly. She mumbled a brief prayer of luck before she tossed it towards the van that was being loaded up, smirking as she saw it land and attatch to its side; this was easy, especially now that she had to simply wait for them to leave. Neveah relaxed as she carefully withdrew from the scene and pulled out her phone, waiting patiently for the dot on her screen to start moving towards where she hoped Aurelius was being kept.

December 18, 2024 11:55 AM