Neveah observed quietly as Aurelius wandered around the basement, frowning whenever he passed something she considered grotesque despite everything she had seen as a vampire hunter. The scientists that had worked here had been the worst of the worst, dabbling with certain aspects that even she would never cross the line for; she wondered if these scientists had been the ones that plotted the poisoning of human blood, which she was still surprised she had been completely unaware of until a few days ago. Her azure eyes drifted towards the abandoned body that lay on one of the tables, abandoning Faust`s side to examine it. She felt a little sad to see the body left in such a sorrowful, depressing state, so much so that she found herself contemplating whether or not she should cremate it; no one deserved to be left like that, even a vampire. Her focus shifted when she heard Aurelius` voice, lifting her head to observe him as he looked at a microscope. Faust was being eerily silent from where he stood, but she knew if Aurelius got to close to her that he would resort to something- anything- to separate them.

``I wish they would have at least cleaned up before leaving,`` Neveah replied to his words, moving to stand a respectable distance from him to avoid Faust growing even more agitated. She folded her arms across her chest as a stray breeze swept through the room, causing her to shiver due to the cold. It was moments like these that she wondered how vampires felt knowing they were immune to practically everything that affected humans, the cold an example. Briefly, she met his gaze before looking elsewhere, thinking to herself. ``There were a few things that were done down here that even I disagreed with.. Things that were far too.. twisted in nature.``

She wandered back to Faust`s side, who promptly sidled up to her and ensured they were touching in one way or another. Her gaze remained fixed on the lab notes spread across the table, stiffening when she felt the vampire`s breath on her neck again. Neveah could picture exactly what was going on in Faust`s head right now: the memories from the past that they explicitly shared, the pain and torment he had caused her and vise versa. She really would do absolutely anything to get Faust off of her back, but she knew his attatchment ran deep, something that would take ages to eradicate if it even was possible to do so. His voice, low and threatening, was what made her shift away from him, desperate for distance: ``I want him gone.``

Neveah moved until she was across from him instead, meeting his intense stare. Her response was a simple shake of her head as she resumed looking over the notes, searching for any twisted ideas the scoentists had created that she could potentially use. Faust was clearly oblivious to the fact that she would much rather prefer Aurelius` far less intense and more.. gentle- not the best word, but it would suffice- presence compared to his own. She felt as if she did not have to worry about what Aurelius was thinking of doing with her, as if he would let her leave the moment she was finished with her task. The way he had been so angry earlier when he had seen Faust, however, was what made her hesitant to say she was confident in her thoughts. Would Aurelius let her go or keep her similarly to what Faust had done? Did he view her as a hunter that would become his pet later down the road or a mere human? Those were all questions she would probably never know the answers to.

(Feel free to do whatever with Faust, by the way, ^^ And yeah, they`re so cute, >3<)

``They were simply summoned elsewhere,`` Neveah replied as she lifted her chin and peered over her shoulder towards Aurelius, promptly refocusing on the papers scattered before her again. Her words had been a half-truth since the other half was something neither Faust nor Aurelius needed to know for the time being. Truth be told, the scientists had moved from this sanctuary- the southeast one- to the northwest one, camping out there and continuing their schemes in the solitude that other twisted minds shared. There were quite a few things that had been documented on the documents in front of her that she had never thought of, yet she refused to even consider bringing them to life; some things were truly meant to be left alone and left to one`s imagination. She examined the ones that contained numerous recipies for poisons that could easily be transformed into gases, something she had used before yet not these specific concoctions.

Neveah shifted her focus onto Aurelius when he started speaking again, but his purpose was painfully obvious to her: infuriate and engender Faust to do something he would regret. She could not help but feel offended when Aurelius referred to her as a blood bag- the term being one she would never tolerate- and nearly retorted that she was no longer such a thing. Her gaze shifted onto Faust mere moments prior he launched himself at Aurelius, forcing her to watch with wide eyes as they got into a tussle. She could tell precisely what the royal was declaring as he held Faust within his grip, but she thought it was unneccessary and a tad.. stupid. There were far better ways to be assertive than this, so she rolled her eyes and looked back down at the papers. It was almost as if she were dealing with two out-of-control children, but extremely dangerous ones that could kill her if she made one wrong move.

She stiffened when Aurelius addressed her, leading to her lifting her head and meeting his intense gaze. With a brief glance at the seething Faust, she mumbled a quiet ``You`re welcome`` before looking down again. Truth be told, she wanted to know what was going on in Aurelius` head, especially when he was the one that determined what happened to her, not Faust. She even found herself wondering what he thought of her, if he had a similar perspective as Faust. The thought made her feel sick, yet she managed to shove the feelings away as she took a step to the side to allow the vampires to take a look at the papers themselves. There was not anything that stuck out to her, but, since they knew precisely what would work best against their kind, she knew it would be best if they had a look as well.

Faust was beyond pissed at this rate, hair tossled and breathing labored as he glared intensely at Aurelius and his comments. He refused to let this.. pathetic prince take Neveah from him, yet he had a hunch that he had already lost her, which was what made him the angriest. When she stepped away from the table that was littered with documents, he took the hint and stepped forward, regaining his composure slightly as he started to look them over himself. He had been serious when he had told her to get rid of Aurelius and, the fact that she had denied him of all people, made him want to tear into her throat like he had done all those years ago. However, he could not do something like that.. not yet, anyways. It was far too early to break her all over again.

``Nothing seems worthy enough to try,`` Faust replied in a low, gravelly voice as he lifted his chin to glare at Aurelius, causing Neveah to glance between them once again. It was rather unfortunate that all of this careful research- which had been mostly on her behalf- had proved to yield absolutely nothing fruitful. She frowned as she leaned againsst the wall quietly, desperately trying to think of something.. anything, for that matter. Neveah knew that she would have to be the one to kill Carmilla since she was the only one allowed to; the law about vampires being unable to kill other vampires resonating within her mind. Based on the interaction between Faust and Aurelius, it seemed like there was nothing against attacking each other, however.

Neveah was slowly realizing how much of a fool she had been to even believe that she could overpower a vampire, even with the assitance of the inventions and weapons she had requested over time. There would always be that physical strength difference along with the colossal gap in combat experience, which the combination practically screamed that she could die the moment Carmilla so much as looked at her. It made her feel completely useless, more so than usual; she wondered why Aurelius had been so eager and willing to let her go- kind of- in order for her to carry out his command even though she had barely stood a chance against Seb. Her thoughts were interrupted when Aurelius` familiar voice resonated to her left, causing her to shake her head in dismissal and look over at him.

``Circus?`` she repeated with a confused expression, clearly believing that the rumors of its existence were completely made-up and false. The mere idea of there being such a hotspot was bewildering to her and she had never dared once to try and figure out where it was and what it was like. It was rare for any human to make it out of there alive, usually being dragged away by a monster that decided they were theirs and theirs alone. Faust seemed to be amused at the idea of going there, his gaze darting towards Neveah briefly; there was that familiar wicked glint in his eye, the same one he usually had when he came up with another torturous idea to corrupt her with.

``Are you sure that`s the best idea?`` Faust inquired as he shifted his focus onto the royal before him, eyes narrowing. He knew what could potentially happen if anyone recognized Neveah there, even he knew it was risky. It was apparent he wanted nothing terrible to happen to her, but even Aurelius should have been aware of the risks associated with bringing any mortal there. Besides, he knew that Aurelius needed her as much as he did, even if it was in completely different contexts and scenarios.

Neveah did not appreciate the outfit Aurelius had made her wear, but the intonation of his voice had been more than enough to persuade her that it had been out of neccessity. She glared at Faust, who gladly returned it with akin intensity, as he draped her in the jacket he had been wearing, the stench of his familair cologne filling her nostrils; it was apparent that Faust found the sight a little amusing, as if it were a feat he had accomplished beneath Aurelius` nose. She was quiet the entire time they walked, occassionally telling Faust to give her more space since he was practically walking all over her. The majority of the way there he had ensured he was touching her in some way, an indication that he still viewed her as his property. When the circus came into view, she found herself stunned and utterly confused that she had somehow never stumbled across it, as if she were supposed to never have seen it prior to this moment.

As they walked past the unfamiliar woman, Neveah looked her over with an almost pitiful expression, clearly unaware of who and what she was. On the other hand, Faust reached out and wrapped a protective arm around her and dragged her closer, sensing something before she could. The first thing she had noticed/heard was Aurelius` audible gasp and the way he seemed to freeze in place, which was promptly followed by a growl of distaste from Faust. Thanks to the male vampire`s position, she had to push past him slightly to finally see what had unsettled both of them. Words could not describe the amount of fear, hatred, and sadness that washed over the moment she saw the massacre that seemed to stretch on forever. There were so many bodies.. far too many to count and, based on their reactions, they were humans.

Neveah`s gaze continued to travel before it landed on the source of it all: Carmilla. Her eyes fixated on the finger she was sucking on, the blood cascading smoothly from its tip. She was horrified; this was something she had never seen before regarding the intensity and severity of vampire attacks on groups of humans. It was incredibly difficult to make her feel as scared as she was right now and, although he could sense it, Faust had let her go and left her without any form of reassurance; it was to be expected anyways. With the amount of bodies and blood, she knew that Carmilla was definitely at her strongest right now, which meant the possibility of her defeating the vampire was quite literally impossible. She glanced up at Aurelius, searching his gaze for an idea of what he was thinking. Besides, she could not really do anything without his permission.

The scene that seemed to stretch on for miles for her due to the slight haze she was in, her gaze having been drawn towards Carmilla as she stalked closer. Neveah knew that she could not allow herself to become distracted at any minuscule or colossal aspect at this very moment, but she could not process the sheer amount of mutilated corpses that were scattered over every inch of the tent`s flooring. Eventually, she managed to turn her head from the scene that was now engraved into her memory to observe the interaction unfolding between the two vampires. Truth be told, Neveah and the entirety of humankind had been mostly- not completely- unaware of the diverse population of monsters/creatures that thrived in the dark, which was precisely why she could not help but to take a few steps back when she saw all of them creeping from the shadows. She could tell they had no chance of making it out of here unharmed; the thought made her look over at Aurelius again, internally desperate for any kind of plan. Neveah stiffened when she addressed Faust, the idea of him even considering joining them hurting her the smallest bit; it would be painful for anyone to realize that a relationship- no matter how twisted it was- had simply been for the sake of fun and constant demeaning, brewing with cruelty that was designed to destroy from the inside out.

Neveah truly did not understand why Carmilla had orchestrated all of this, especially when most of the monsters out there had seemed content with the way things had been unfolding. The loss of humans and their own kinds were on somewhat equal footing, an indication that they had found some kind of equilibrium that did not need to be skewed. She needed to do something- absolutely anything- to try and make it possible for them to make it out of this alive, no matter how injured they were at the end. Her eyes widened at the sight of Aurelius struggling against the female, relaxing when he managed to roughly shove her away. At that moment, Carmilla looked stunned and a little surprised by the sudden movement from him, leading to Neveah taking the opportunity to reach for the silver dagger concealed on her person and taking a step forward.

The following events had all happened in a flash, resulting in something she had never expected to occur. Within seconds, Faust had launched towards her and roughly grabbed the hand she had been reaching her weapon with, dragging her until she was pressed against his chest. The sheer amount of strength that Faust was using at that moment was a colossal indicator of one thing: he was siding with Carmilla. She could only writhe in his grasp as he ripped the dagger from her and tossed it aside, moving his free hand so that it was suffocating her neck in a vice grip. Neveah felt that familiar sense of helplessness and unbridled fear build up in the pit of her stomach as Faust tilted her chin, his dark eyes glimmering with that familiar twisted amusement. His fangs were on full display, the threat painfully clear.

``You`ve done enough damage, Nev,`` Faust growled into her ear, the sensation of his breath trickling all over the side of her neck making her quiver. She knew she could not beat Faust, no matter how hard she had tried. All those years ago, it had been the mind game that she had won, but this.. this was about physical strength, which Faust clearly had the advantage over. She tried to speak yet that only led to him tightening his grip, causing her to choke on air.