#mxpetite

Stephan made a small campfire just half a mile away from the circus grounds. He sat in front of the small fire, feeding on a rabbit freshly caught. Every vampire had to keep fed, after all. Not that he needed the rabbit cooked, more so to ward off predictors that might snatched his meals.

After finishing, the boy used a torn off cloth he had collected along the way to clean the blood from his mouth.

Hearing rather small footsteps begin to approached, he reached for his gun holstered just behind him, waiting to be prepared for what ever was just beyond the bushes.

Maggie looked over at the tiny woman sitting on the table by her crystal ball. Ma Petite seemed so curious about how she read fortunes for everyone.