Cirque Du Freak- Into The Night

(Yo WL! *is tackled* Sorry I left, fell asleep on the couch. )

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[Snakey!]
[You get mah PM on WI yet?]

(*tilts head to side and neck pops* OK, I'm better! RP?)

(Hey Snakey! *smiles and waves* )

Nellie was wandering around through camp, a bad cut on her wrist. One of the Little People had bit her, one of the feistier ones- but she knew that they must have been hungry or something. They didn't really mean it, did they? She clutched her wrist with one of her hands, holding a napkin to it.

Name: Charlotte Web
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Description: Charlotte, often called Charlie, had black hair that reaches a bit passed her shoulders. She also has side bangs, that sometimes cover one of her eyes. She has pale skin, and stands at about 5"1, and has a thin frame.

Personality: Charlotte is sometimes very mysterious, dark, and quiet. Once you get passed her slight creepiness, she is a nice girl. She can be very stubborn, and sarcastic, as well.
Talent: She can reveal your worst fear.
Show Nicknames: Goosebumps

Jace walked slowly through the camp, taking a peaceful stroll because he was done with his chores. He wondered where Nellie was, but part of him knew something bad was about to happen...

Nellie, not watching where she was going, bumped into Jace. Her head snapped upward, eyes large, "Sorry." She squeaked, hiding her hand, although she had the feeling that it wouldn't do much.

Jace's eyes grew wide "Wh-what happened to your hand?" his voice, normally calm and smooth, broke as he said this.

Nellie swallowed hard, "One of the Little People bi-bit it." She stuttered, hoping he had just recently fed, so her blood wouldn't be tempting to him-- but somehow, she doubted that.

Jace bit his lip. His eyes glued to her hand "H-Here, come w-wi-with me. I'll clean it up" He said. Really he didn't want to do anything..but that instinct in him was telling him to..

Nellie followed his gaze, and was then looking down at her wrist. She looked back up at him, and somehow, she believed that he wasn't going to try and drink her blood. Maybe she was too afraid to think clearly. She nodded quickly, and obeyed what he said, trying to cover her hand as best as she could.

Jace led her into a tent - his tent by the way - and turned to look at her "Here, let me se-see your hand" He couldn't believe he was fixing to do...

Nellie bit her lip, and hesitated for a few moments. She glanced back at the entrance of the tent, and back over at him. She hesitantly held out her hand, wincing slightly.

Jace took her hand in his, and it was like he was watching something in a movie, for he couldn't stop what was happening. He just knew his mouth was now pressed to the wound.

Nellie gasped faintly, trying to free her hand, but of course, she knew that if she would try too hard, she might just end up breaking her arm. "Jace!" She whimpered quietly.

Jace heard her, but he couldn't stop, he just kept on going. Part of him was trying to pull away, but the other part was over-powering that side.

Nellie eventually passed out, and just in time, too, because Mr. Crepsley suddenly appeared in the tent. "Jace, let go. Fight it, or you'll kill her." He growled.

Jace couldn't stop, he was trying to fight it, but right now it was hard..he was still considered 'young' unlike Mr. Creepsly..

Nellie weakly lifted her head, "Jace, please." She said, the last word coming out as a weak and quiet squeak. A few tears flew down her face, her skin was a lot paler, from the loss of blood...

Jace, with all his might, pulled away, red on the sides of his mouth as he stumbled back, running out of his tent and towards the woods as fast as the young half-vampire could.

Nellie collapsed onto the floor of the tent, her breathing slow. Mr. Crepsley quickly healed her wrist, and then chased after Jace.

Jace just kept running, and running, until his foot caught a root, and he fell, doing atleast 6 summer-saults before landing on back, the tears finally coming from his eyes as he layed there under the moonlight.

Mr. Crepsley easily caught up with him. He stood over him, hands in his pockets. "You didn't kill her." He said, trying to make him feel a little better.