The stage lights prevented me from staring at the audience, not that they were blinding, but tonight, of all nights, they shined brighter than at any other performance of the Cirque du Freak. I needed to see who the prophecy might be talking about. I couldn't look at the crowd of people for very long after the ending of the freak show, as everyone was in a hurry to leave, but I made my assumption as who Mr. Tiny had been talking about when he mentioned an unusual pair visiting the Cirque on this night. Then a young girl, no older than twelve, shoved into me, being chased by another girl, around the same age. When I asked the children what they wanted, the first girl looked at me and said, "I want to be a vampire."