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Cirque Du Freak
A Second Assistant: Chapter One
There was something beautiful about her, there was just something that he couldn't pin for some reason beyong his knowing. Her hair was black, as black as her clothes, her eyes were so dark they looked more like glittering coal in her face, and her skin...it was so WHITE! She looked pale enough to be dead but it was beautiful on her, she was a bit tall, just a bit, and had this languid sort of movement, yet he still didn't know what called him to her.
Darren had been walking through town, he'd been sent with an assisant to get some potatoes for dinner stew, he was going to help today, Mr. Tall said their main chef had to leave for a short while so they needed an extra hand and he was the only other one that had any sort of experience cooking. Plus he wasn't a performer just a stage hand, so yeah....
But walking through the "farmer's market" he saw her. She bought an apple, and that's all, one single apple. Darren saw her head for the park, so he bought his potatoes, told the other stage hand that he would be along in a bit, and went to the park. And there he was, standing behind a tree staring at her as she drew with a small music box/slow globe tinkling a gentle tune which she hummed. Now what? He had never thought he would just be standing there, he didn't even know why he followed her! What was he doing?!
"Hey freak." A boy chuckled as he walked up behind the girl and snatched her notebook.
"Please give that back." She sighed as she stood up.
"Hey look the freak draws freaks." He chuckled. Darren saw two more join his side.
"That's kinda sick man, that's a two headed baby in a fetis jar, and siamese twins-" The second scoffed.
"Look a bearded lady." The third chuckled.
"Hey guys look, sick this isn't even a snow globe, it's got a graveyard in it." A fourth said as he appeared, holding the globe.
"GIVE IT BACK!" She cried as she rushed toward him. The boy tossed it to his friend behind her as he grabbed her arm, holding her firmly.
"This is kinda cool freak, where'd ya get it."
"My father gave it to me."
"Your father?"
"Didn't he like leave your mom because he hated you or something? Why would be bother?" The second asked.
"He didn't want to leave now give it back PLEASE!" She cried, trying to move forward, maybe she knew it was a futile attempt but she seemed detirmed.
"Well I dunno, I mean I think you should just let go of him you know? So I'mma help." The boy grinned as he raised the globe above his head.
"NO! NO! DON'T MY FATHER!" She wailed as it went smashing into the ground, the boy let her fall, her body hit the ground so hard she scraped her palms and knees. Did she care? She tried to collect the pieces, the scene was perfectly fine. But the glass shattered into a million pieces, the water was everywhere, same for the glitter, and the music box fell out. It was bent beyond repair. What had he been waiting for?! He could've taken those guys without a problem, the best thing about being a vampire was the strength...okay half vampire but he still could've done a number on them.
Darren went forward, he bent down and started to help, they had dropped her sketch book. Her drawings were amazingly good, now up close, looking straight into her eyes....she reminded hium of someone. Someone very VERY familiar.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"Yeah I'm okay." She sniffed.
"I'm sorry..."
"About what?"
"I saw the whole thing...I coulda helped."
"No...they're older, they woulda hurt you, thanks anyway."
"Ummm...is it true? Do you like Freak Shows?" She looked at him a bit fiercely then. "Ummm well you see, there's one in town-"
"A REAL ONE?!" She gasped.
"Yes, and I can help get you a ticket, but you can't tell anyone okay?"
"How do you know?"
"I work there. Here, just go there, take twenty-three dollars and follow his instructions. I'll see you there."
"Do I ask for you? What's your name?"
"Darren, but I gotta go, I'm late. See you tommorow night!" He smiled and jogged away.
Darren returned to camp, neither Mr. Tall, Mr. Crepsley, or Ezra asked what he was smiling about, and he was glad. He didn't want to hear what they would tell him if he told them he had met a beautiful girl. The next night when he went out to help Mr. Crepsley with Madam Octa he saw her in the crowd, smiling broudly, clapping the loudest when he came on stage. But she wasn't the only one he recognized in the crowd.....
Okay story one, I wrote chapter one and two in the same night so read on....
Cirque Du Freak
A Second Assistant: Chapter One
There was something beautiful about her, there was just something that he couldn't pin for some reason beyong his knowing. Her hair was black, as black as her clothes, her eyes were so dark they looked more like glittering coal in her face, and her skin...it was so WHITE! She looked pale enough to be dead but it was beautiful on her, she was a bit tall, just a bit, and had this languid sort of movement, yet he still didn't know what called him to her.
Darren had been walking through town, he'd been sent with an assisant to get some potatoes for dinner stew, he was going to help today, Mr. Tall said their main chef had to leave for a short while so they needed an extra hand and he was the only other one that had any sort of experience cooking. Plus he wasn't a performer just a stage hand, so yeah....
But walking through the "farmer's market" he saw her. She bought an apple, and that's all, one single apple. Darren saw her head for the park, so he bought his potatoes, told the other stage hand that he would be along in a bit, and went to the park. And there he was, standing behind a tree staring at her as she drew with a small music box/slow globe tinkling a gentle tune which she hummed. Now what? He had never thought he would just be standing there, he didn't even know why he followed her! What was he doing?!
"Hey freak." A boy chuckled as he walked up behind the girl and snatched her notebook.
"Please give that back." She sighed as she stood up.
"Hey look the freak draws freaks." He chuckled. Darren saw two more join his side.
"That's kinda sick man, that's a two headed baby in a fetis jar, and siamese twins-" The second scoffed.
"Look a bearded lady." The third chuckled.
"Hey guys look, sick this isn't even a snow globe, it's got a graveyard in it." A fourth said as he appeared, holding the globe.
"GIVE IT BACK!" She cried as she rushed toward him. The boy tossed it to his friend behind her as he grabbed her arm, holding her firmly.
"This is kinda cool freak, where'd ya get it."
"My father gave it to me."
"Your father?"
"Didn't he like leave your mom because he hated you or something? Why would be bother?" The second asked.
"He didn't want to leave now give it back PLEASE!" She cried, trying to move forward, maybe she knew it was a futile attempt but she seemed detirmed.
"Well I dunno, I mean I think you should just let go of him you know? So I'mma help." The boy grinned as he raised the globe above his head.
"NO! NO! DON'T MY FATHER!" She wailed as it went smashing into the ground, the boy let her fall, her body hit the ground so hard she scraped her palms and knees. Did she care? She tried to collect the pieces, the scene was perfectly fine. But the glass shattered into a million pieces, the water was everywhere, same for the glitter, and the music box fell out. It was bent beyond repair. What had he been waiting for?! He could've taken those guys without a problem, the best thing about being a vampire was the strength...okay half vampire but he still could've done a number on them.
Darren went forward, he bent down and started to help, they had dropped her sketch book. Her drawings were amazingly good, now up close, looking straight into her eyes....she reminded hium of someone. Someone very VERY familiar.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"Yeah I'm okay." She sniffed.
"I'm sorry..."
"About what?"
"I saw the whole thing...I coulda helped."
"No...they're older, they woulda hurt you, thanks anyway."
"Ummm...is it true? Do you like Freak Shows?" She looked at him a bit fiercely then. "Ummm well you see, there's one in town-"
"A REAL ONE?!" She gasped.
"Yes, and I can help get you a ticket, but you can't tell anyone okay?"
"How do you know?"
"I work there. Here, just go there, take twenty-three dollars and follow his instructions. I'll see you there."
"Do I ask for you? What's your name?"
"Darren, but I gotta go, I'm late. See you tommorow night!" He smiled and jogged away.
Darren returned to camp, neither Mr. Tall, Mr. Crepsley, or Ezra asked what he was smiling about, and he was glad. He didn't want to hear what they would tell him if he told them he had met a beautiful girl. The next night when he went out to help Mr. Crepsley with Madam Octa he saw her in the crowd, smiling broudly, clapping the loudest when he came on stage. But she wasn't the only one he recognized in the crowd.....
Okay story one, I wrote chapter one and two in the same night so read on....