Anais | Simon | Jack

"Through the gardens, almost there, COME ON PEOPLE PUSH!"

"Huh?" Anais turned around, only to the jousting team heading towards her. It felt like a re-enactment of the Lion King. She was Mufasa and they were the pack of buffalos. She was going to die. Or at the very least, get badly hurt and trampled on. Frozen on the spot, her mug of blood in hand, Anais prepared herself for the inevitable. That was, until Simon had came into the picture, scooping her up into his arms as though she were a doll. Anais had let out the highest pitch squeal imaginable. "H-HUH?" she said, frantically wriggling in Simon's grip. Anais wasn't exactly a fan of being carried - especially by someone running at 100 miles a minute. The ride was bumpy, and unfortunately, she was carrying a particularly full cup of blood - until she had accidentally spilled it over Simon. "SORRY, SORRY!" she managed to blurt out. The pair came to a halt as Simon gently lowered her down. Legs wobbly from the adrenalin, Anais slumped to the floor. "Oof." 

Blinking, she was still slightly in shock as Simon spoke. "Sorry! I'm really sorry, but the alternative was risking you getting....uh....mushed." Anais dazedly nodded in response. "Oh huh .. Yeah, yeah. Thank you.." A few seconds later, the Centaur fidgeted in panic as her realised what he was covered in. "Wait...you're...Annie? Angel...Amber...Ana..AnaiANAIS! That's right, you're the girl from the music club! And I'm... ..covered in blood. From the mug. Cause you're a vampire. Oh thank heavens, I didn't hurt you. OH CRAP!" The centaur started to run off, waving back at a still slumped Anais, who weakly waved back in return. Taking three deep breaths, Anais ran a hand through her, now messy, dark hair. "What the [i]hell[/i] just happened?" Remembering that Jack had to endure the sudden commotion as well, she turned to see him in the distance. Cupping her hands around her mouth, she gave out a loud shout: 

"Oi, Cujo! Are you alright?"