Shadow's Kiss

Chapter 2

Once the show was over, and the people where gone, Dale threw a banquet for the clowns and doxies. Any real food she got was thrown onto the floor, in the corner for her to eat like an animal.

She grabbed some from the table but sat with her back against a crate.

One of the doxies came over and set her down a plate with some cheese, crackers and some apples.

She loved apples. They where so sweet, and juicy, she never had anything else like it.

The doxie, Amelia, gave her a small smile, and went back to the table and started to converse. She was never allowed to eat at the table, the table was only allowed for civilized people, not animals.

She stared at the pure silver band wrapped around her ankle. She hated it with all her being. The sight of it sickened her.

A loud laugh at the opening of the dinning tent opened, and Dale walked in, his face ruddy from his indulgent of alcohol and spirits.

His arm was wrapped around a man, who looked more mature then herself, maybe the same age as Amelia. He was good looking, with blond hair that reminded her of wheat, strong and tall. He wore a brand new and expensive suit, dark blue pants and jacket, with a white undershirt.

He was handsome, she had to admit.

"troop, this is my son, brander, who has come to visit! Drinks all around!" everyone cheered. "brander, make yourself comfortable. Mingle. Have some fun if you know what I'm saying." He said, his tone of voice sending chills down her spine.

As soon as Dale released him, the doxies descended. She ate her whole plate, then, while everyone was distracted, she suck up to the table to take some more apple.

Sudden pain crashed into the side of her face as she fell to the floor.

Dale was standing over her, his whole body shaking with rage.

"animals don't deserve to eat what they don't earn." He snarled. "they especially don't eat human food." He kicked her in the ribs, and pain exploded threw her whole body. She whimpered and curled into a ball.

"animals eat on the floor, eat animal food, and are not to be seen." He kicked her again, the same place and she silently cried out as she felt her rib crack. "and they do not steal from their master." Kicked again.

Tears ran down her face, pain echoing throughout her whole body.

He grabbed her by her matted hair and dragged her threw the dirt and grass, then yanked open her cage and threw her in. she landed with a thud, the pain causing her to loose her breath.

As she struggled to breath, an emotion flowed threw her fast, bring heat.

She never had this emotion, but she recognized what it was. It was rage.

She was leaving tonight.

Once the circus crew went to bed, leaving only the cleaners, she struck. She took out a piece of wood and cut herself, blood dripping over the floor.

She waited for the cleaning guy to come into her line of view, when she waved him over.

He scowled, and walked over. "what do you want?"

She pointed at the blood and... other things she added to the pile.

He growled low in his throat, but came over to her door. So close...

He pulled out his key, and she almost moaned with how close she was.

He unlocked the door, and swooped in. once he was bent over, she struck. She stabbed the wooden shard deep into his neck.