The Rantings Of A Mad Woman

Night 22

(Trigger warning! Do not read if you don't like supernatural creatures monsters and gore) There is a pop-up show in town and if you are lucky you may get out alive. The talented Ra's al-ghoul troupe was created for townies and those who were traveling to see the world through new eyes. Those who also wanted to experience a fun Halloween-esque twist. They teach anyone who dares to step inside to kill zombies and find the hidden treasure of Ra's Pit...instead, one night of the regular games became their last. A new group of daring travelers had decided to pay the toll and play the carny games. The group was put into a team guided by one "Actor". The group was a team, dysfunctional but a team nonetheless, however the wolf-man took an interest in one particular person in their group. She was quiet the entire time, but her eyes showed hatred and coldness towards him. He thought it was odd a stranger would look at him like this. Did she know what they've done..how they feed? The travelers who played hunter were prey for the hungry creatures but the "hunters" didn't have to know that. They didn't know that the "fake costumes" and blood stains were real. That the stench of death lingered in this area wasn't just ambiance. The ghoul's attraction was a blood bath and somehow she knew. but those who weren't killed before were turned. The "Actor" who guided the tour was categorized as a lycanthrope. He acted a bit off that night. The wolf lost control of themself and adhered to the animalistic part of themself. Tearing anything with a pulse apart. But knowing the rules of the troupe you need to share your kills. The girl who had interested him had told everyone around her to run, to hide from the bloodthirsty predator in their midst almost like she knew. The girl found shelter after running away from the blood fest of those who didn't make it..she too grew hungry but she refused to drink. She knew what she was and her only goal was to see the sights of the world before her death. She never drank blood, she was just a fledgling. She was panting, exhausted from running through the "zombie scenery" There were all types of places to hide the vamp chose a wooden crate. She was desperate to hide and she hoped the people who came in with her were safe. However, her hope diminished as she became aware of every footstep scream, and cry for help. The vamp waited until everything was quiet. Suddenly she was yanked out of her spot by the now bloody-looking man she watched him with fear and anger. He looks confused as her eyes give off a deep red color. "Never seen a vamp before." She freezes and tries to deflect. As he takes a good look at her ring, he begins to yank it off but she begs him not to. "Wait, stop! I need this!" The man grumbles not fighting for the ring, and takes the small girl to the ringleader's tent and offers her an arm* "This one's special Madam Ra. Daywalker." he says. When the owner hears this she smiles replying  "She'd made a fine part to their attraction of horror, a real vampire. Welcome to the troupe young one." The girl realizes her party had left her with no other options, she is trapped. Madam decided that night it was time to leave this town and head back to the seas. The girl begged to stay but Madam Ra replied "You'll see child, you get a new start! Once you cross the river..you get a new story to tell." Madam Ra never said over time you'll forget who you are. You'd just make a new script a new life over and over. Over the years  They made money off of bringing cursed artifacts, myths and supernatural beings to life. Cross the river, where they all believed once they'd crossed the script given by madam Ra. They were happy as a troupe. Never wanted to leave. With this power, they created a city on the sea, full of misfits a forgotten memories. Peaceful and compliant citizens. Pray you never see the Ra's al-ghoul. It may be your last, as you are.

...I wake.