Before Darren Shan and Steve Leonard learned about the Cirque Du Freak, they had two really close friends, me and my twin Crowe. My name is Jay Sterling; our parents weren't really creative and named us after birds. We all were really close, so close people would tease us that we all were double dating at all times, but we didn't care all that much. We were happy to be in each others company, until one night drove us all apart.
They say that the world creates people of greatness, great magnificent warriors to protect everything from disaster and doom. I'm starting to believe it, you might not believe me, you might; it's your choice. I'll tell you this, the world never appreciates warriors or those who sacrifice themselves for the greater good, I use to not too, until something similar happened to me.
We all take everything for granted, hell most of y'all don't even know what the hell's going around in the world or what slithers in the shadows. Well, you're lucky then, you bastards. Crowe and I have become a part of a world that you would think would only exist in your worst nightmares. Well, sorry to be the one to burst your bubble of ignorance, but the shadows are dangerous.
There are things in the shadows that will harm you, despise you, even kill you when given the chance, but, luckily for you, they won't attack those ignorant of them unless they're hungry.
So, ignore this story and go about your day if you don't want to learn about any of this, if you continue, I admire your bravery, or it might be stupidity, but who am I to judge.
There are always things that go 'bump' in the night, my friends, but I'm one of the few people, who 'bump' back.
So, sit back and enjoy the ride if you plan on sticking with us. I hope you're not squeamish, because there will be blood; tons of it.
This is my story.