Under the veil of darkness, a Circus of the damned rolled into town. Rumours quickly spread of Vampires, as many of the town folk began to vanish. No laughter is ever heard coming from this big tent, only the screams of those unfortunate enough to enter alone.
So come on in. Take a seat...if you dare!
Believing vampires are nothing more than fiction and being a rather inquisitive individual, you decide to take a closer look and step into the dimly lit tent. It was cold and empty. The smell of blood fills the damp night air. You suddenly feel a presence, and as if out of nowhere, a clown had magically appeared, intrepidly balancing high above on the tight rope. Her arm swung forward, and with a slight twist of her thumb, she had splayed apart four large knives. You take a seat on an old hand carved wooden chair. Your excitement and anticipation begin to mount, as you gaze hypnotically up at the circus performer. To your amazement, she holds the very sharp blade ends of the knives and begins to juggle. The evil fanged beauty, turns and glares straight at you with her vivid blue eyes. She herself desires to be entertained, and she has you in her sights. All of a sudden, she throws the knives in your direction. With precision, she has pinned your arms and legs tightly to the chair by your clothing. With wide eyes, you look down at the large blades that just missed your skin. You begin to panic. As you try to move, you fail to notice that the clown was no longer up on the tight rope and that she was now standing directly behind you. As you look back up at the now barren rope above, you hear a gentle whisper in your left ear "Scream for me". Cold lips press firmly against the skin on the side of your neck, then an agonisingly sharp pain as she sinks her fangs deep into your warm flesh. She borders on ecstasy as your blood begins to flows over her tongue. You scream at the top of your lungs due to the affliction she forced upon you but you soon stop as her bite becomes extremely erotic. Within seconds, your body becomes calm and relaxed, no longer trying to fight her bite of death. Everything goes dark...
Releasing her grasp from your neck, the clown takes a step back and wipes a small drop of your blood from the corner of her mouth with the tip of her finger and places it on her tongue. "Mmmm...delicious! Compliments to the chef". Before leaving, she leans over your wretched body and retrieves her beloved weaponry, then vanishes back to the shadows from where she came.
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Outfit is a collaboration of 5 different BareRose outfits:
Trum-Pet Bunney: Red hat
Dama del Ruedo: Black Jacket (no sleeves)
Tutu: Tutu black
Miss Quin: Red pants
Flurry Red: Collar
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Skin: Fallen Gods Inc - Clown skin fanged - The show must go on
Hair: Calico Ingmann Creations - Zoe - Midnight
Eyes: House of Ruin - Tonic XXX: Hypnotist
Tattoo:iNFLICT
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This pic is my entry in the Bare@Rose 5YA photo contest on flickr. I thought I should give it a story.
