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The Bloodthirsty Ringmaster
Franz's trailer had black sheets over the two small windows, but that still didn't stop the sun from pushing it's way through. A grey haze seemed to fill the room and all was quiet. The ringmaster's arms were wrapped possessively around Conviel, their bare skin matching in such dim light. They were pale as ghosts. The only thing you could remotely distinguish in color was Enigma's bright red hair which was veiling his eyes.
Everything wasn't quiet for long however as there was a tapping on the door. Bright blue eyes flashing open, the ringmaster growled. He licked his lips, the taste of blood still lingering in his mouth. Enigma scowled at the door. "******** off." He spat. The ringmaster was trying not to be too loud, but it just wasn't in his nature. "Sir, it's very important." A quiet voice replied but Enigma growled. "Ask someone else!"
The stage hand that was at the door scurried away. "The master is in a bad mood today." He warned a girl who was just leaving her trailer.