Ok, so. I know I should be working on my other stories. But I just reread Cirque Du Freak and just had to try this. The title is going to be subject to change, but I really really like this idea. Danny and Darren are much too similar to not put together. This should be good! Please read and review! =D
This is just kind of the preview. Its the first chapter, but its supposed to be shortish. If you don't like the kind of formatting I used, then tell me please!
Disclaimer: I dont own DP or CDF. They're too good to be mine. =(
Danny:
My head slumped forward onto my desk with a small 'thump', sending my black hair to fall forward into my face. I curled up on my arms and glanced at the board, trying to figure out what Mr. Lancer was trying to explain. I had been out fighting ghosts that night until three o'clock in the morning, so I only got around two and a half hours of sleep before Jazz dragged me out of bed at 5:30 this morning.
I yawned rather spectacularly and glanced over to a much more interesting thing to stare at. Sam. She was doodling something on her notepad and looking up at Mr. Lancer every so often. Her violet eyes narrowed and she glanced over to me, chucking a note with perfect aim so it landed neatly on my desk next to me. I grinned, and opened it.
What? was scrawled across the piece of notepaper. Another smile flickered into existence as I could practically hear her voice asking the same question.
Nothing. Sorry, late night. Got in at 3 o'clock…damn ghosts! I scribbled quickly and, using my now-instinctive aim, threw it back.
A sympathetic look crossed her face, and she wrote something before she flung the note back in my direction without looking behind her.
Poor you. =( Well, I have something that might cheer you up. Talk to you and Tuck outside after class.
I sent a smile in her direction and then quickly stuffed the note in my pocket, and glanced out the window. The day was perfect, with blue skies and singing birds. If Sam had something good for us, it should be an OK day.
BRING!
The bell rang, signaling the end of the day. I leapt out of my chair, and ran to my locker where I knew Sam and Tucker would meet me after they got their stuff.
I stuffed homework into my backpack haphazardly, smiling to myself. School was over, it was the weekend, and I had all weekend of nothing to do other then hang with Sam and Tucker…and fight ghosts.
"Hey. Do you want to see what I have?" Sam asked as she approached me, Tucker trailing behind her, his nose in some type of tech.
"Yeah, sure." I said, excited. "'Course." Tucker added, and shoved his PDA in his pocket before shoving his glasses higher up his nose and glancing around Sam's shoulder.
Sam glanced around to make sure no one was close enough to hear what she was saying (as if anyone would listen to the 'losers' anyways), and then reached into her pocket.
"Only senior members of the Skulk and Lurk were allowed to get these, and we had to swear to secrecy. I'm not even supposed to be telling you! But, look…" she breathed, and smoothed out the piece of paper she had in her pocket, holding it out to us.
It was a flyer, announcing the 'Cirque Du Freak'. There was a background of black and red, and it advertised the Twisting Twins, the Wolf-man, the Snake-boy, and Larten Crepsley and his performing spider. It also had an address to buy tickets, and the only way to buy tickets was to have 30 dollars a person and this flyer.
"Sam…didn't we have enough with Gothic circuses when Freakshow's circus came along?" I asked her. She glared at me.
"This isn't just a Gothic circus, Danny. This is a freak show, with real freaks. These are people sort of like you, Danny! People with strange and unnatural powers! I say we should check it out!" she begged me.
"Wait, a real freak show? Count me out, man. I don't like that kind of stuff, I'm your tech guy. You guys have fun, you can count it a date!" Tucker smirked, and ran off before Sam could hit him.
"Will you come with me, Danny? I won't go alone, and I think this will be the experience of a lifetime!" she asked me.
I sighed. Did you ever think I could turn Sam down?
"Yeah, sure, I'll go. I'll pay for my own ticket, Sam, too. It should be fun!" I laughed. Ok, so I did really want to go. Who didn't want to go to a freak show?!
"Thank you, Danny!" Sam laughed, "You take this, and get the tickets after a ghost run tonight. It'll probably be easier for you to sneak out then me, ok?"
She handed me 30 bucks from her wallet and the flyer. We were going to a freak show!
I didn't know how much this show was going to change my life forever.
Darren:
"There. Done." I muttered to myself as I grabbed the last log and jammed it under the wheels of the final cart of the Cirque to keep it from rolling away. Mr. Crepsley and I decided to join back with the Cirque for a little while, to get away from the craziness of the Mountain. I was a Vampire Prince, but no one said that Princes couldn't take a bit of a vacation.
"Darren!" Evra yelled as he appeared from the recesses of the camp. His scales shimmered in the light a bit eerily, but I was used to it, and the giant snake that rested on his shoulders like a scarf. His yellow-green eyes laughed as he saw me halfway under a cart, and I glared at him, shoving my sweaty brown hair out of my eyes.
"Mr. Tall told me that we're selling tickets tonight for the show tomorrow. We're supposed to go grab tickets and then go to the specific address that was on the flyer." he said, hissing on his 's' a bit.
"Oh. Alright." I said, and picked myself up off the ground, "At least you'll be there and look semi-grown up. No one would buy from me, because I still look like a freaking teenager!"
"You still act like one too." Mr. Crepsley laughed as he appeared from behind one of the carts. The moonlight cast a small shadow on him, and he looked spooky. But he was my mentor, and I was used to him. He was like a father to me now.
I glared at him for the statement.
"Go get tickets, Darren." he commanded me, and I sauntered away to Mr. Tall's tent.
I waited outside until Evra got the tickets, and then together we ran to the destination, a creepy alley in a weird section of town. If I wasn't a half-vampire, then I would be a bit uneasy by the place, but I settled down comfortably in a patch of shadows and waited silently with Evra until some people came.
A half-hour passed in silence.
An hour.
Two hours.
Three.
I was starting to get a bit impatient and twitchy, and figured Evra could man the station for a bit so I could go and feed or something for a bit. We already had 30 people signed up for the show from the past few nights. I severely doubted anyone else was coming.
I had just risen up from my crate when there was a flash of white light and someone entered the alley, gripping a flyer and some money. His black hair faded into the background, and his blue eyes almost glowed in the dark. My eyebrows creased as I studied the boy. Because he was just a boy, not much older then I am as a half-vampire. Around 14 or so.
"Can we help you?" Evra hissed from the shadows, not letting anything show through the dark cape he was forced to wear.
"I would like to buy a ticket. To the Cirque." the boy commanded. His voice didn't waver.
Weird vibes were coming off this boy; weird smells. He didn't smell fully human, and he didn't smell like a vampire either. Or a vampaneze. He didn't smell like anything I've ever smelled. He had a distinctive warm human scent, but it was mixed by a sharp tang of something else. Whatever that meant was that this boy was not fully human. Like me.
The boy stiffened and glanced into the shadows behind him. His probing glance found me, and locked onto my eyes. We held the glance for a couple seconds, before the boy broke the lock. I could almost hear the thoughts jumbling around in his head. They were probably the same as mine.
I don't know how, I don't know why. But I found someone who was just like me. A hybrid. A halfa. A mutant.
I had to check this kid out.
Danny:
My ghost sense went off, misting through the air. I shivered violently, and rose from the table in my kitchen, scanning the house.
"What's wrong, Danny?" Jazz asked.
"Ghost." I told her tersely.
She nodded, and looked back down at her homework, "Call me if you need help."
I didn't comment, because by now she knew I understood. I glanced around, didn't see anyone (force of habit, my parents were out of town), and changed into Danny Phantom. White lights engulfed me and I felt my human form lifting away. I loved the part when I changed, because power rushed into my body and made me feel invincible. There was nothing greater then the feeling of raw power coursing through your veins. But I really had no one to talk about it with, other then Vlad. And there was no way I was going to talk to Vlad.
Jazz smiled at me before I took off, soaring through the roof and up into the air. The Box Ghost was hovering over my house.
"You again? Why do you keep trying, Boxy? You'll never, EVER, be a threat." I told him.
"BEWARE!" he shouted in response, and lunged at me. I chucked an ecto ball at him and sent him flying, before sucking him up in the Thermos. I had another job to do, one that was more important then getting the Box Ghost.
I soared through the air, glancing at the flyer every so often to make sure I was going to the correct address. I soon found myself over a seedy part of Amity Park. I was hovering over an alley, and somehow I knew that this was the place. I dropped down, glanced around, and summoned up my human side.
Clutching the money in my hand and trying to quell my rapidly beating heart, I entered the alley. Two figures were crouched at the end, in the shadows. I could only tell they were there because of my enhanced senses.
They both had strange auras. I had picked up the power to be able to read people's auras. It was a handy power, allowing me to tell if a human is a human, or a ghost, or being overshadowed. My aura was different then everyone else's, equal only to Vlad's. Our auras were merged together, both with the feeling of human and the feeling of ghost. A halfa to the core.
There were different feelings in the air tonight. One I could easily identify as snake, and figured one of the people under the capes was the Snake-Boy advertised in the flyer. The other one, the shorter, probably younger one, was unidentifiable. The auras coming off of him were strange. There was the obvious human aura, merged with something I've never come across before. But it was obvious the way it was merged…this boy was…
"Can I help you?" a voice hissed, jolting me out of my thoughts.
"I would like to buy a ticket. To the Cirque." I said, trying to keep my voice uncaring and cold. I could feel the other figure's eyes on my back, studying me. If he or she could do anything like me, then they were probably thinking the same thoughts that I was a second ago.
I turned around and locked eyes with the other. I could tell it was a boy, probably my same age. His eyes were the eyes of a person who has seen more then he should have. Power was flickering behind his eyes, the power of a halfa.
I knew automatically that this boy was the same as me. Maybe not a half-ghost, but a half-something. I had a feeling the boy figured out the same thing, because he gave me a small smile. I don't even think he knew he did.
I had to check this kid out.
Well, I hope you enjoyed! I just started school again, so I'm going to be swamped with work. =( But hopefully I'll find time and inspiration to write! =) If you like this at all, send along a review! Thanks!
~Hawkie Fish.