DISCLAIMER: Don't own Cirque, never will (CRY)

SUMMARY: Sierra Moon was promised something that she knew would change her life forever. When she comes across an old flyer in her basement, she has to decide whether to follow her destiny, or her promise but love's always a burden to bear.

TITLE: Sierra Moon

CHAPTER 1

Sierra's eyes fluttered open as she sighed and dropped her gaze to her alarm clock. Even though the numbers read 5:00 am, she hauled herself out of bed and placed her slippers upon her feet. Gliding down the stairs, she found herself alone again in front of the switched off TV. Lately, she was always alone as her mother was on a business trip and her dad had died ten years earlier, when she was eight. He left a promise with her. He told her, by a mysterious letter that arrived exactly a month after his death, that she would be a leader, a leader of darkness to be exact. She had always thought of this as a curse but some good had to come out of it. She pushed it to the back her mind and that was that but she was older now, ten years older if she was being completely correct. One more thing he told her was that she would have a choice and it would be a life depending decision. Some one would be in grave danger and their life would be in her hands.

"Pop!" The toaster tore away her away from her collection of thoughts. Jumping back in a frenzy, she let a relieved sigh pass her lips and pulled the slightly burnt bread out of the plastic and metal heap that was at least five years old.

"Damn it!" She screamed and waved her hand madly, a current of pain surging through it. "Bloody toaster!" Staring at the red burn mark on her, she muttered a string of cursing under her breath and took her toast into the living room. She was considering moving out but something just drew her closer to her mother's house. Perhaps it was the fact that, even after ten years, her mother was in grievance. Placing her toast on the coffee table, her eye was instantly drawn to a door she'd never seen before. It was smaller than all the other doors in her house, about five feet, nine inches in height… her height exactly and it was wallpapered the same as the wall. In one swift move, she grabbed the door knob and pulled it. Behind the door was a set of stairs which led down to her basement. Her mother had told her about her basement. She said it was there but she had forgotten how to get into it.

Ever so carefully, she tip-toed one foot after the other, down the crooked, wooden stairs when suddenly… silence. It was deathly silent in the room and all that lit it was a beam of sunlight from the tiny window. Boxes upon boxes were stacked in untidy clusters and in one, a green piece of paper jutted from the surface. Pulling it slightly, it became free and she read it.

It Read-

Cirque Du Freak!

Come and join the scary, the superb and the supernatural for a night of horror, wonder and awe. The Cirque has been travelling for well over five hundred years and is here in Oklahoma for one night only.

Come if you dare.

Hesitantly, she opened the cardboard box which had been a previous residential estate for the flyer and peered inside. It was empty. That was impossible. How had the leaflet been perfectly balanced on top whilst holding itself in mid air? There was one more piece of paper which she drew from the box. This one read-

Dear Sierra,

I've left this letter in the hope you'll find the door in your wall. This is the only box in this room holding anything of use to you. This letter and flyer is all you need to full-fill the promise I have left you. I trust you Sierra, you're my daughter and I have taught you what you know. Follow my instructions and you will find your destiny. Go to the Cirque. There you will find the one whom is to look after you. He is called Larten Crepsley but beware, there are others out there Sierra and they are looking for you. You must stay away from them and you should be safe.

Turn to face the door and wait three seconds for a knock.

She did as the letter said and within three seconds, a knock tapped lightly on the door. Before anyone entered, she dropped her glance to the letter.

You now know this is no joke. Don't worry; it is only your mother but beware, next time it may not be. Good look my dear,

Dad xx

Sierra was in a state of shock. How had that happened? Pulling open the door, her mother was revealed with her round, rosy, smiling face and wavy brown hair.

"Mom!" Sierra squealed and hauled every ounce of her weight onto her mother's being.

"Hello, nice to see you too. How long has…" Before her mother could finish, Sierra placed a slim hand over her mouth.

"I dunno. Do you want a cup of tea?" She sweetly asked and dragged her mother to the kitchen. That night, Sierra curled up and closed her eyes, dragging her duvet over her. That letter… what did it mean? Was her dad down there? No, no it was an absurd idea, she told herself that anyway. At three o'clock in the morning, she was still awake and tossed and turned in her bed. Her heart beat like a jack rabbit on some sort of extremely strong stimulant. What was wrong with her? Something seemed to pull her up to a sitting position as she scanned over the paper again and again.

"What does it mean?" She whispered softly and raised her brow in confusion. "Wait a minute! The Cirque… The Cirque Du Freak!" jumping up, she grabbed her coat and packed a few things before heading out of the front door into the morning breeze.

TBC

A/N: Did you like it? I hope you did and there are many more chapters to come. Reviews will keep this going so if you like it, drop one by and I'll know to carry on. :D