The sky opened and vampires clawed their way through red pungent clouds. The creatures were unsightly, fidgeting in their burned skin. Open sores and wounds wrapped them with red scars. Their gruesome aura darkened the night. The winds slowed and the air came to stillness.

        The shadow figures descended to the graves, but this night a traveling circus set their tents. The monsters took to man’s footstep and enfolded their wings to not make them visible.

        Fluorescent bright colors pooled onto the carnival tourists. Games of skill and challenge awaited the people with clown-like operators. Children ran and screamed with balloons in-hand. Men in ape-costumes and horrifying make-up ran through the people, scaring them and offering smiles.

        The vampires stood grounded from flight. A rather tall man with a rather tall hat gestured to the carnival lot.

        “See, they’ve prepared a sacrifice,” the vampire said. “And who are we to not take such a gift.” A menacing look crossed his face, but sternness overtook him. “I don’t want to see one fucking human breathing! Rip their bodies. Twist and trample them. I want to see mountains of corpses.”