Ok, this is my very first FF so I have absolutely NO idea what I am doing…..well sort of….I even read the rules! I am such a nerd. This is from an OC pov. It is very mushy and romantic so BE WARNED rated T. Sorry to upset some of you porn lovers out there ;) just kidding….seriously PLEASE don't sue me.
R&R please and NO flames please!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the amazingly awesome series of Cirque du Freak so please do not sue me Darren Shan! I know u own this book….btw I love Crepsley…just saying. I only own Cynthia, Arynmis, and any other characters u don't recognize from the book/movie: D
Enjoy…
Chapter one: **drum roll please**
"CYNTHIA GET YOUR FAT ASS DOWN HERE!" my lovely mother called from the kitchen.
"Yes mother dearest" I muttered sarcastically.
"DON"T YOU SASS ME!" She screamed again. My mom is psycho. Seriously. One time she whipped me in front of her boss while calling me a slutty bitch. Needless to say she got fired and was sent to a mental institute for a few months. Plus, I honestly don't think 8 years old can be considered slutty….
I groaned and got up from my bed. I through on my school uniform and ran downstairs. My mom was sharpening knives so I kind of grabbed some fruit and went straight to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I did NOT was to be near my mom when sharpening knives….even if that mean locking myself in a bathroom and eating mushy apples… After I ate, peed, and brushed my teeth I slowly opened the door to see if my mom was still in the kitchen.
I let out a sigh when I saw her drinking her coffee while reading some magazine. I slowly edged into the kitchen and grabbed my backpack. She glanced up and gave me a sour look and said, "Have a great day at school." She picked up the magazine that was lying on top of the table to show me her mini machete.
"Love you too mom" I muttered and sprinted out the door before my mom could chuck the knife at me.
She wasn't kidding about killing me (or stabbing, whatever she felt like doing). She killed my brother for getting a "B" on some math test, and my father for screwing up the tiles on their master bathroom floor. You probably would think I would be traumatized, but since I was only about 3 when both my brother and dad were murdered, I thought this kind of crap happened to every family.
If you really brood on the matter you would have thought the same thing…or maybe I am just more evil than you.
Anyway to get to my school I have to walk down a narrow dark ally. Yeah, yeah, I know what you are thinking. I am going to get snatched up by some vampire or raper or some perv….actually nothing ever really happened here. And I absolutely hated it. I mean, what kind of person actually wants to live life without any adventures in their life?
As I approach the ally-way I pull my collar over my ears to cover half of my face and walk forward. I keep my eyes ahead and I do not look down. If I did, some guy WOULD come and rape me because I would look like an innocent virgin…which I am but STILL.
I kept walking, but suddenly stopped when I heard a distant "SHIT!" Oh CRAP. It was the town gangsters. When I said nothing ever happens in this Hell-hole, I mean nothing ever happened that the town police picked up. When my brother and dad were killed by my darling mother, she just shoved them in the oven and burned them to ashes. She buried the bones in my backyard… Like I said, I thought this happened to EVERYONE.
Anyway I find the nearest garbage can and crouch behind it. I hold my breath when they pass. I keep watching them as they laugh, punch each other, and spit by. All of a sudden, I see this random, dirty-blonde chick walk by. She's screwed. She stopped dead, turns to run but a strong hand prevents her. She tries to run but another man puts his hand on her other shoulder, shouting something in Mexican to the other three men.
Now I have two options, run like Hell…or, try to save the poor girl… TRY. I have a slight build, maybe 5'1", not supper skinny, but I definitely have a good body. The problem with trying to save the poor girl is my weight. I am strong for my weight, but just not in general. So….not very strong. This petite young girl trying to take on some rapists….Cynthia…not your smartest choice. But I had to try right? Even though I was brought up to kill, I still have some good sense in me…some.
I search my pockets for any weapons I may find, and luckily I have my mom's Swiss army knife. I had to throw it in my uniform's pocket yesterday because my mom was looking for it…Well you know my mom…get as many knifes away when she's pissed. So I take it out, pull the knife part out and look to see what I missed.
They were all over her, trying to make her screams muffled. Pervs. I aim the knife at one of the three men's backs, and then stab right in the middle. I get my charm from my mother. He screams and arches his back, making me stumble backyards to the ground. He turns to look at me. He has a purple face and narrow eyes….wait. A purple face! I gasp and try to move back but suddenly he's on my grabbing my hands. Woa. He was like at least a few yards away and now he's right on top of me, he must have moved a least a few hundred miles and hour. Now I'M screwed.
He takes my hands and shoves them outward, so I am stretching my arms. The knife is still in his back, but his ignores the pain by grimacing. With a long swipe of his hands, he cuts my skin on the tips of all ten on my fingers. I think his nails did that! The pain was too much for me to stop and wonder, so I just grimaced and closed my eye (which is saying something because normally I would have just passed out…I'm kind of a wus sometimes.) What the bloody HELL was he doing?
He does the same to his fingers, only it looks like he is just re-opening his scars. He places his bloody fingers on my bloody fingertips, and holds them there. It feels like syrup is slowing running in my blood stream towards my heart. Almost like…I don't know blood-clotting? I'm no doctor so…don't take my word for it. I am guessing that the man's blood was coming into mine, but it hurt as hell as soon as I could feel the syrup-like substance flow slowly passed my elbow. It was slowly crawling toward my heart, I assumed. I glanced up to look at the man's face, and it looked like he was in pain as well. I forced a confused look. Most rapists only hurt the person being raped…not them to. Or was I really going to be raped….God only knows now.
I force my attention back to myself. The pain had slowly increased by every inch of the thick, syrup-like substance as it crawled closer and closer to my heart.
After about another 30 seconds, I felt a jolt of pain as the stranger's blood came into mine. Lord I hope he doesn't have aids….
Then, he pulled away. He whispered in my ear, "Go to 98th Street here in this town. You will see a man waiting there. Show him your fingers and tell him" he paused and gave me an evil smirk "his good friend Murlouge sent you." He stood, gave me a small almost sympathetic smirk (if that makes sense) and looked at the other girl. "She will be going with you as well."
He took my still bleeding finger tips and licked them. Disgusting. But when I pulled them back, the bleeding stopped and there were tiny scars left. I almost said thank you, but I remembered that he caused the bleeding in the first place.
A soon as he came, he and his friends sprinted off, at least a hundred miles an hour. I stood and stretched. I felt…cold. Stronger and healthier, but cold. I looked at the girl. She was sitting in fettle position and rocking back and forth.
"What is your name?" I asked and knelt down to her. She had a distant look on her face, and I could see the scars on her hands.
She had a red highlight in her dirty-blonde hair, freckles scattered around her nose, and even sitting down she looked at least a head taller than me.
She looked scared and confused. "Arynmis White, but please call my Aryn" She finally met my eyes then gasped.
"What!" I immediately swiped my face, thinking something was on it.
"It's ok, your face is fine." She narrowed her eyes then said, "Who are you?"
"They call me Cynthia Stone." I tried to sound dramatic about. I am a very dramatic person.
She gaped, and then pulled her face closer to my ear so no one could hear. Like anyone was out in an alleyway at 7:20 a.m. (except the gangsters), "The Cynthia Stone!" she whispered.
I made a confusing noise with my mouth, stood up and stretched before answering, "I don't know if I'm the Cynthia Stone but I definitely am a Cynthia Stone."
She stood up and stared deeply in my eyes, as if she thought I was lying. "You are definitely the Cynthia Stone; I saw your picture in a book."
Now it was my turn to gape, "I'm in a book?"
She nodded, "It was some sort of future slash prophecy book. It said that a girl Cynthia Stone would be turned"— her eyes went wide in realization. Before talking again she looked at her finger tips then mine then deeply into my eyes and gasped.
"I know what those men turned us into!" She gasped, looking like someone just asked her to marry her…which I definitely didn't…or am going to.
I cocked my head and raised my eyebrows in confusion. The only time I hear the phrase "being turned into something" was when vampires were involved. I actually liked them. I thought they were misunderstood creatures. I have kind of always wanted to be one, as soon as I realized the exsited (supposedly) and realized that my life sucked and my own mother hated me….Not that I care…I don't particularly like that insane bitch either…
"What do you mean?" I asked narrowing my eyes after my previous thought.
"What did the man who turned you want?" she asked ignoring my question. I decided to ask because she seemed like the persistent type.
"Erm…" I narrowed my eyes trying to remember "He told me to tell a man that his friend Murlouge or whatever sent us. Oh and we are to meet the man at 98th street. He did not say when but I am guessing sometime today, maybe even now. Oh and he told us to show him our finger tips."
"The markings..." she murmured.
"What markings?" I inquired.
"I know who the man we have to meet is!" She explained. I only humped in annoyance because she wasn't answering my questions.
"His name is Larten Crepsley" She explained, her light brown eyes glowed in excitement. "He was in the book I read. The one that you are in. He will….well I will let you figure that out." She winked. I just sated blankly at her. This chick is crazy.
"He is….a vampire. The men who turned us are vampaneze. For some odd reason we aren't vampaneze, we are vampires. It doesn't make sense at all I know but—"
"BLODDY HELL GIRL WHAT AM I?" I screamed, losing my temper.
"A vampire. I think because your skin is not purple. IS mine?" she yelled touching her face.
"No it is normal." I said and she sighed. "But how are we vampires? And how do you know?"
"It is in the book. We should go to 98th Street now. Larten may be waiting for us." She looked expressionless but I could see a hint of excitement in her eyes.
"Woa woa WOA!" I stopped grabbing her shoulders. "You can't just go to the place and meet this Larten guy. It could be some sort of trap!"
She smirked and softly said, "Well it is your choice. I am going because my life is boring. I never just wanted to grow up, get a job, have a family, then die. It never interested me."
I gaped at her. That was how I felt about life to. Almost as if life was "meaningless" I whispered.
She smiled and said, "Take a chance Cynthia. There are people who would give up their life for a chance like this, excuse the pun, and so take it. Don't look back." She whispered and walked by me.
I stayed in my spot, contemplating before catching up to her. "Are you saying you have no one who loves you or misses you? I know that I don't. Do you?"
She paused before answering, "Only one person. My boyfriend. But I need this more then I need anyone. O can do this alone." She pulled her shoulders back and continued walking down the alleyway.
"Not that I really know what I am talking about, but you do need some people in your life. You can not be a vampire alone."
"YES I CAN NOW WATCH ME!" She screamed and turned around and walked in the opposite direction. Great.
"Aryn WAIT!" I called catching up to her easily. Cool vampire speed! I thought. "I know you are independent. Actually I just met you so I don't but you definitely seem that way. But I don't want to do this alone, and I have been alone most of my life so this is REALLY saying something." I stopped her so she was looking at me. Her face was red with anger.
"Look," I started, "I do not know your past and you do not have to explain it to me. I respect people's privacy. But for some reason I have this gut feeling that we are supposed to meet this Larten man. You know this prophecy or whatever but I do not. I do not know if Larten know either but I will soon find out. I am willing to leave me life and the little things that I have for this, and I can tell that you do to. I am truly sorry if I offended you, please, we should do this together."
She looked down and said softly, "You are right I suppose. I have the book at my house. After we meet with Larten I can show both of you. That is, if Larten knows it or not."
She turned and walked toward 98th Street. I gulped and followed.
"Are you sure we should be doing this. I know I just gave a big inspiring lecture but I honestly don't know if we need to."
"She looked at me, smiled and said, "Do you need to go home and think about it. Like I said. If you turn back now, you can never come back, and vice versa. Have faith."
I kept walking then said, "Are you in this prophecy?"
She kept walking but was silent for a few moments. I thought she did not hear me and I was going to ask again when she said, "Sometimes prophecies or fortune telling can be wrong. I can change the future if I want to. So to answer your question, do I am not" she smiled and said more to herself than me "yet"
We walked the rest of the way in silence, until we came upon 98th street. It was an alley way.
"I am kind of sick of these" I murmured and she chuckled in agreement.
We walked on until we came to a door that had a sign. The sign read Cirque du Freak.
"This it?" I asked.
"I guess…. It is the only sign of life in this area." She was right. Nothing could be heard except the distant sounds of feet shuffling behind the door.
"You ready?" She asked.
I gulped and reached for the door. I was just about to open it when a tall man came up behind us.
"Hello Aryn, Cynthia" he said. CRAP! He must have been at least 9 feet tall!
"Hello"—WAIT…how did he know our names. I was just about to ask when he said,
"I know many things. I know who and what you are and how sent you. I am not the man you are looking for. He is in there." He motioned to the door. "Normally I do not allow people in to watch the Cirque, but you are special so I will allow it once. You will talk to him after the show. You will not interrupt when he comes onstage. You will find him behind the stage in the second door that is labeled Larten Crepsley and Madam Octa. Enjoy the show." He smiled and opened the door.
I looked at Aryn, who looked back at me and gave me a look that said what we have to loose, so we entered and looked around. I turned to the man and said, "Excuse me sir?"
He smiled and said, "Yes Cynthia?"
I shuffled and handed him some cash that I had in my pocket. I think it was $40. He smiled and said, "thank you darling. Your service has been appreciated." With that he disappeared into the darkness.
I heard Aryn gasp and I did as well. The stage was huge! At least the size of a football field. There were about 60 people in the audience, but it seemed like at least a few hundred could fit. We walked down to the aisles and said,
"Was that the man?"
"No. Larten has green eyes, orange hair, a scare across his eye, and is not quite as tall." She answered turning to look at me. "Where should we sit?"
I looked around. NO one was sitting in the front. Maybe it was because it was a freak show and people were scared to sit up front.
"We are vampires. We can take the front." I whispered so no one could hear what we were
She nodded. And led the way.
"Wait!" I said sopping her.
"What. Let's take the seats before someone else does!"
"What about our…diet. Will we be tempted to drink?"
She paused, and closed her eyes in thought. "No. The hunger is always the 11th of every month (A/N: one of you reading this knows what I mean **wink**)
"Ok. So we should be fine?" I asked.
She looked at me funny and said, "Is it the 11th?"
"Nooo…" I said softly.
"Then you tell me smart one" I blushed at my own stupidity.
We made our way down the aisles, and took a seat up front. As if it were on cue, as soon as we sat down, the lights dimmed….and the show began.
Yeah I know NOT very detailed, but I was so excited and people were pushing me to finish….So here it is. Don't worry there will be more…but I want reviews! If you honestly don't like it, tell me because I want to know….and if you don't give me some hinters or ideas for the next chapters. IT may become rated M because of harsh language, but after reading this tell me if it should be upgraded or continue being T…There MAY be some kissing but nothing to…intense;)
I need at least 5 reviews for me to continue…so REVIEW PLEASE!
And I changed some facts I KNOW but I have a ….literary license I should say ;) so don't yell it will make sense later…I hope
WITH THAT THERE IS CHAPTER 1!
