Who: Kit & Byron
What: Dazed and confused vampire runs into Byron trouble.
When: October 27th, just after dawn
Where: Cirque grounds, moving to Byron's trailer.
Warnings: It's Byron so who knows~

It took a lot to shake Kit. As a human, he had been fearless; a trait that had only strengthened with the gift of immortality. He hadn't felt the stirrings of unease or fear since he was a very small boy, he hadn't had cause to, for he was of the mind that nothing and nobody could touch him. That had been before the previous night, where an hour of his time had been stolen from him and he still had no clue as to how such a thing had happened. The events of that morning, where fragments of his missing time were extracted by Issac and Maddy, and they had all been attacked by some sort of shadow creature inside of Kit's subconscious, had only made things worse. He couldn't recall a time where he'd felt so bad, both physically and mentally.

Now, covered in the blood he had vomited all over his front and exhausted to the point of looking like the walking corpse he actually was, Kit left the deserted area behind the illusionist's tent and made for his own. His steps were staggered and heavy, his head bowed and eyes cast to the ground. So distracted was he that he didn't hear the approach of another, unaware of their presence until he felt a solid force take hold of him, jolting him from his own thoughts and pulling him sharply into the present.