Finally, I got around to posting this. My 1st ever cirque du freak fan fic. Hope u enjoy! Starts after 3rd book, before 4th book.

Disclaimer: The Cirque du Freak series belong to Darren Shan, not me sadly.

Prologue

Liz's POV

I was walking through the streets of some city, it's not like I really cared all that much of where I was going, when I saw a newspaper article with a familiar face on the cover. So I pulled up my scarf, pulled down on my hat, and walked toward the stand.

"Can I help you miss?" the clerk asked.

"Yes, can I have one of those newspapers?"

"Sure thing. That will be fifty cents."

"Thanks." I said as I walked away. The girl on the cover had light brown eyes, long black hair, and pale skin. I began to read the article.

Search for Elizabeth Lunar has Ended.

About two years ago, James and Samantha Lunar were found dead in their California house. The reason and culprit behind the killings have not been discovered. All we know is that the couple's daughter, Elizabeth, who was thirteen at the time, has been missing since the murders. There has been no ransom or clue of any kind of her where about. Police had just announced yesterday that they have ended the search presuming that Elizabeth is dead by now. The Lunar family refuses to make any comments on the tragic murder or the mysterious disappearance.

That sounded just like the family to keep their mouths shut and not even care if one of them is killed or another is missing. It's a good thing I didn't run to them after my parents' murder. Like they would even take me in after they disinherited my dad for marrying my mom.

Whatever, it's not like I'm living the worse life on my own. I get to travel and see new places. I was able to travel to all of these places because one of my old friends knew how to make fake documents, don't ask me how, and made me a fake pass port and birth certificate after the incident. She also gave me some money and food, not like I didn't have any, and has kept her mouth shut about what happened to me. Luckily, since the police have given up the search on me, I won't have to worry too much about disguising my face in public anymore.

My name is Elizabeth Lunar. My friends used to call me Liz, or Lizzie though. I'm about fifth teen, and have been in hiding since I was thirteen. The reason why I don't go to live with my mom's family is because one, all of them died already some way or another, and two, the man who killed my parents threatened to kill me after killing off all of my friends if I told anyone about what had happen.

The culprit behind my parents' murder, my cousin John. Reason why, my parents found out that he got some poor girl present and he didn't want the rest of the Lunar family to find out and disown him. So I've been on my own now since I've left San Francisco. Do I hate my cousin? Hell yeah I do! Do I cry for my parents? Who the hell wouldn't?! Do I so my feelings to others? No. Never. I wouldn't allow it.

Oh, before I forget, I'm kinda psychic. Before you say, "OMG! Just like Alice form Twilight!" or, "Shouldn't you be working for a circus?" or even, "Yeah right, there's no such thing as psychic." People can change the their fate, it's just that no one's really sure what they're supposed to do to change it, or for majority of the human population, doesn't even know their own fate. Two, I don't go selling my talent to get a quick buck. And three, yes I can see the future, but no more than about three possibly four years, can't choose when I have my visions, they normally only have to do with my life, and they are normally about something life changing.

"It's night already?" I whispered. Dam it! Lets get one thing straight, I'm not afraid of the dark, I'm afraid of what people on the streets do in the dark; and two, I'm in aback alley at the moment! Not good! Okay, I just have to calm down a bit, this keep my defense up and head to the hotel I'm staying at.

"Hey bitch!" a drunk man in about his mid forties yelled at me. Oh joy. "How about you join me for a drink?"

"No thanks." I pretty much hissed, "I don't drink."

"Come on, it will help you out."

"Help me out with what exactly?"

"Well, you probably won't be in as much pain when I fuck u in a few minutes." He laughed. Bastard!

"Bastard!" I yelled. He grabbed my arm right before I could run. "Let me go!"

"Not a chance bitch." He then began to put his free hand up my shirt, "This is just about to get fun." Think! Think! Before I end up pregnant with some rapist's kid.

"Let me go you whale humping chicken molester!"(1) That distracted him for just enough time for me to kick him down and run like hell. I somehow ended up in the park, but I still didn't stop running. The man was close behind.

"You're going to pay for that you hoar!" I then tripped on a branch, just my luck. The man turned me over and got on top of me. "Your soon gonna regret not accepting my offer for a drink." He then began to kiss me while his hand went to unbuttoning my pants. I tried to push him off, but he was almost like steel. Like magic, the weight from the man's body disappeared. My mind was set to thanking God for a moment before I turned to see what happened.

When I turned my head, the rest of my body felt paralyzed, I saw a man in red holding the man who tried to rape me by the throat. A boy about me age with dark brown hair, and another with green hair and scales, also about my age, ran over to me. "Miss, are you okay?" the brown hair boy asked. Hm, I was almost raped just now, do you think I'm okay!

"Tell me where it hurts?" the scaley boy asked. I couldn't speak. I'm not sure if it was because I was badly hurt, or just too terrified, but I couldn't get myself to say anything.

"If I ever get the slightest idea that you are hurting any innocent being ever again, so help me, I'll personally deliver your death in the most painful and brutal way!" The man in red growled. He then dropped the drunk and watched him run away. The man in red then told the two boys something and picked me up. Before I realize what was going on, we were both at some sort of campground for a circus. "You'll be safe here." The man smiled at me.

"Name?" I finally said.

"Larten Creepsly. And yours?"

"Liz." Everything then went black.

(1) whale humping chicken molester is something that one of my friends says when she gets really pissed.

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