Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, nor do I own any of the characters.

This is my first rated M story. It's mostly for language and content, because I'm paranoid. I'm NOT promising lemons, but I won't say for sure that there won't be any. I'm a lemon virgin, so it'll take me a lot of determination and encouragement if I do decide to write one- but that's only if the opportunity presents itself in the storyline. I won't write them for no reason, so keep that in mind. This is also NOT based off of the Cirque De Freak series. I've never read them, nor have I heard of them until somebody suggested that I was writing based off of it. Any similarities between the two is pure coincidence.

Without further ado, I give you Lunacy!

I'd be bluffing if I said I wasn't slightly frightened at the moment.

The long, curvy road was pitch black, and I knew that beyond the cab of my truck, I was surrounded by fields of nothingness. It was the picture perfect scene for one of those horrific slaughter movies, where I would be stalked, captured and tortured into my death. I shivered at the thought.

My fingers clenched tighter around the steering wheel, and I moved my left hand to swivel the volume knob of the stereo. I cringed when I was met with loud static, and the deep voice of a country singer was occasionally fading in and out through the noise. Sighing, I punched the knob to turn it off, and let the silence take over.

I guess this was my fault. I could be on a plane right now, where my only worries would include what kind of music I wanted to listen to during the flight. The trek from Arizona to Washington was a long one, and I was a fool for refusing my Mother's desperate attempts to book me a plane ticket instead of the long, grueling road trip that I was now enduring.

I had been in Arizona for a little over a month, spending part of my summer with my mother, Renee and my step-father, Phil. Though I had spent a rather large portion of my life there, I was happy to be going back to Washington, where my father and I resided in the tiny town of Forks. I had been there for about three years, and apparently the cold, wet atmosphere grew on me.

I leaned forward, straining to see the road signs through the dim illumination of my headlights. I could vaguely see the name of the street, and felt relief when I realized that I was indeed heading in the right direction.

I pressed my foot down on the pedal to accelerate the speed, but gasped when a loud bang erupted from under the hood. The truck wheezed discouragingly before coming to an abrupt halt, and despite the seatbelt that I had strapped safely across my body, the movement caused my head to collide roughly with the steering wheel.

"Damnit!" I shouted angrily, pressing my palm to my head, rubbing soothing circles across my skin. I could already feel the painful lump forming, and I cringed when I imagined the obnoxious bright purple bruise that I'd be sporting pretty soon. I sighed, and unbuckled my seatbelt, before yanking the keys from the ignition.

I sat in silence for a few moments. There was smoke seeping from under the hood, and the faint thought of the truck exploding entered my head, but I couldn't find the strength to leave the safety of my cab. It was just so dark and isolated outside. There would be no witnesses.

"Stop being ridiculous, Bella," I murmured to myself. I breathed in a sharp breath, before pushing open the door to my truck and stepping out. I was met with the chilly breeze of the night air, and I shivered, cursing that my only jacket was packed tightly under a slew of suitcases in the bed.

I opened the hood of my truck, and coughed when I inhaled the fumes of smoke. I threw my hand back and fourth in front of my face, trying to clear some of the fog away so I could see. But as I peered at the engine, I felt defeated. I didn't know the first thing about motors or cars or anything. I was screwed.

I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket, and flipped it open. My heart dropped to my stomach when I read the dreadful two little words that grinned brightly up at me.

No signal.

The angry, frustrated tears immediately began to build under my eyelids. What could I do? It'd be unsafe for me to just start walking, when I didn't know the area. I hadn't the slightest clue where the nearest house or business was located, and I'd most likely end up walking for miles before I finally came across a payphone. But on the other hand, I couldn't just stay in my truck and wait. For two hours, I had been the only vehicle on this road. It was clearly an isolated area. I'd probably be stuck waiting for days to flag someone down, and I wasn't sure they'd even stop to help me.

I sighed heavily, and ignored my pounding heartbeat as I walked back to the bed of the truck. I pulled one of my bags out, and searched for the clothing until I felt the thick material of my black hoodie between my fingers. I yanked it out, closed the tailgate and locked it, before shrugging the jacket on. Relief came instantly, and I immediately basked in its warmth.

I pulled the hood up over my head to block my ears from the bitter cold. My hands were shoved deeply in the middle pocket of the jacket, and I dipped my nose into the collar, bundling up to the best of my ability. My legs were shaky with the paranoia as I began to walk.

I was alert. Every noise, every cricket, every gust of wind - I jumped. I had never been so aware of my surroundings before, but since I wasn't so willing as to be chopped into pieces and have my guts go through a blender, I continued to walk.

I had been walking for maybe a half an hour, and my legs were becoming numb from the cold air through my flimsy jeans. I was beginning to lose all hope. There had been nothing but fields full of dead grass for miles. But as I approached a lonely dirt road, I could make out bright lights in the vast distance. I gasped loudly, and elicited a giddy squeal of relief and excitement. My legs picked up speed, and I fingered the dollar bills in my pocket, hoping and praying that the lights belonged to a gas station where I could make change for the payphone.

As I walked closer, the lights grew brighter, and I was picking up on faint, eerie music. I couldn't tell you what kind of music, but with every footstep, it sounded like a carnival or something. I really didn't care. As long as I found a phone, and got off of this terrifying road, I'd be happy.

When I finally reached my destination, I gasped. It definitely wasn't a gas station, that was for sure. The brightly colored lit sign was mesmerizing me, and I had to blink to take in all of the bolded words.

Uncle Aro's Freaks.

A graffiti painted picture of an animated demon with large teeth sat at the bottom, it's long finger nailed claws pointing to another painted characture of a skinny, older man with dark hair. The man was grinning widely in his tuxedo and top hat, and I suddenly realized what this was.

I was at a freaking freak show.

To be honest, I didn't know that these things really existed. I only ever heard of them through movies and television. I had thought of them to be completely fictional, but as I gaped at the sign, I stood here corrected.

I let my eyes travel downwards, to where smaller bold print was located.

$10 entry fee. No refunds on tickets. We are not responsible for lost items, or lost children. Enjoy!

Well, that's nice to know.

I gulped as I looked around at my surroundings. Further down the road, I saw more darkness. The thought of actually going inside wasn't very appealing, but maybe they owned some kind of phone that I could use.

I shoved my fingers into my pockets, and counted the money that was stashed inside. I had two five dollar bills, and four single dollars. I sighed, gazing longingly at the money in my hands. Ten dollars to look at dressed up actors was ridiculous, but I certainly wasn't going to be taking my chances with the darkness again. I kept the two fives in my hand, and shoved the rest back into my pocket, before stepping around to the ticket booth.

A plump woman with vibrant red hair and purple thick rimmed glasses sat inside of the plexiglass covered booth, smacking her bubble gum loudly against the roof of her mouth. She didn't seem to acknowledge my presence, so I discreetly coughed. She looked up, eyeing me for a moment before leaning down into the microphone.

"That'll be ten even, baby cakes."

I stared at her for a minute, digesting her unusually high pitched voice, but quickly recovered. I shoved the two bills under the small opening, and she quickly took them.

"I need to stamp your hand," she announced, grinning brightly as she pulled out a large wooden object. I nodded quickly, obliging as I slid my hand under the opening. I almost snatched my hand back, in fear of having my fingers chopped off, but I was relieved when I felt the pressure of the soft stamp against the top of my hand. When she was finished, I withdrew my hand and brought it under the light, examining it.

An exact replica of the demon on the poster was now outlined in dark black ink on my flesh.

"So, what's a pretty little girl like you doing at a place like this? It ain't the safest place for someone like you to be, darling," she announced with a hint of warning in her voice. I slipped my hand into my pocket, and looked up at her, avoiding eye contact.

"My truck broke down some miles back. I've been walking for about forty-five minutes now. Is there any chance you own a phone with a landline?" I asked hopefully. The woman examined me thoroughly, and I was beginning to feel extremely uncomfortable. After a few seconds, she laughed loudly.

"I don't know, sweet pea. You're gonna have to speak to Uncle Aro. He runs this joint. I'm sure you'll run into him somewhere back there," she answered, jutting her thumb backwards. I nodded, mumbling a soft thanks, before moving to enter through the velvet purple curtain. I was almost all the way through, when her voice brought me backwards.

"Little lady?"

I stopped, but didn't turn around. "Yes?"

"Be careful in there. I'd hate to see anything happen to such a precious young child."

I could feel the goose bumps rise on my arms. I didn't answer her. My heart was pounding and my body was trembling as I entered the tent. The carnival music became increasingly louder, and I turned to see that I was standing next to a large amp which was broadcasting it. I stepped forward, and looked around.

The large area was filled with several dark tents, all with big signs displaying the "creature" inside. Several people hung around, chatting aimlessly and gossiping animatedly about what they had just seen.

I moved forward cautiously, gazing at some of the artwork that was hung on strings that held bright white holiday lights. Most of them were paintings of monsters with large stained fangs and claws and bright red eyes- that seemed to be the trend. I stopped walking when I reached the last one. It was another characture style drawing of a young boy. The color was messily scribbled a dark golden color in the pile of hair on top his head. Instead of coloring the skin, they left it white, making the boy seem pale. Whoever drew it had amazing precision with facial details, and I found myself astonished with the way an animated picture could hold so much talent and beauty.

I froze when I reached his eyes. Instead of a bright blue, or brown or even green - they were red. Piercing, bright red. I held back the roll of my eyes as I cast my gaze downwards to his mouth, where his lip was curled into a cartoon-like snarl. I sighed.

Just another monster.

The chatter of the small group of people was fading, and I turned to see them disappear into one of the tents. Not wanting to be alone out here, I quickly followed, slipping in quietly so they wouldn't notice me behind them.

From behind their heads, I could make out a large cage with long brass bars. I heard a soft, feminine growl, followed by muffled laughter of the group in front of me. I stepped to the side, standing on my tip-toes to see.

A skinny woman with platinum blonde hair was on all fours, snarling and hissing at the people gawking at her. I could see a tail attached to her rear end, and I couldn't help the snicker that erupted quietly from my mouth. It was limp, hanging down like it was part of a costume.

And it most definitely was.

When I saw the rest of the woman, I had smack my hand over my mouth to stop my guffaws. She wore obscene, furry cat ears, that were no doubt attached to a headband. Her face was either painted, or tattooed, but all of the subtle feline features were in tact. Her contacts were colored a dark shade of gold, but they were diluting, and I could make out the muddy brown that was hidden underneath them. Her fingernails were sculpted into sharp looking claws, and as the group of people in front of me continued to laugh, she raised her hand .. excuse me, paw, and swatted menacingly at them.

This was insanely stupid. Cat woman? Really, this is why freak shows should remain fictional. Real mutants and monsters don't exist, so we're subjected to clueless young women who make money by pretending to be domestic house pets.

What a joke.

Shaking my head, I exited the tent. Another large group of people were loitering around the area now. They all looked to be around fifteen or sixteen, and they were sporting black gowns and heavy black make-up.

I rolled my eyes. This was probably their haven.

I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket. Flipping it open, I hoped that my luck would've changed. After what I had just endured, I found it only to be fair. I groaned loudly when I saw No Signal still plastered across my wallpaper picture of Renee and I at Christmas last year.

"Come on!" I wailed at my cell phone, shaking it in anger as if the rumble would suddenly give me a signal. I heard quiet laughter, and glanced over to the group of goth girls. They were staring at me, glaring amusedly as they snickered at my antics. I huffed loudly, which only increased their laughter, and snapped my phone shut.

I was stranded in the middle of nowhere. I didn't even know which state I was in. My truck had finally died, I had no signal on my cell, and I had wasted my last ten dollars to find a phone that most likely didn't exist.

I just wanted to cry at my horrid luck.

I felt a finger tap at my shoulder, and I whirled around, prepared to be bold and give those girls a piece of my mind, but stopped when I saw who the poker was.

A muscular man, wearing a tuxedo with a matching top-hat and a crimson red bowtie stood before me. His greasy dark hair was sticking out from under his hat, matting to his forehead. His eyes were a dark brown, almost black. His skin was pale white, matching the alabaster colored gloves he wore on his hands. He was grinning at me, his eyes crinkling the surrounding skin into crow's feet.

I knew who he was with just one look. He matched perfectly with the cartoon picture on the sign. This was Uncle Aro.

"Uh, hi," I mumbled unintelligently. His grin grew, and I took a few steps back, for he was too close for comfort at the moment.

"Why hello there. I'm Aro, I'm the head honcho around here. I was standing over there, and saw you speaking angrily at your phone," he noted, smirking. I felt the heat rush to my cheeks, and I lowered my head in embarrassment. He laughed quietly. "Is there anything I can help you with? You seemed to be quite distressed."

I sighed with relief. The freak show may be a joke, but at least he seems nice.

"My truck died some miles back. I walked pretty far to get here, and I haven't received signal for quite some time now. You wouldn't happen to have a landline, would you?"

He pressed his long finger to his cheek, and his eyes cast upwards in a thinking manner. He hummed for a second.

"I can't make any promises, but I think the house that's hosting us may have one. Allow me a few minutes to go check, will you?"

"Sure, of course! Thank you so much!" I gushed, excited that maybe I'd have a way to contact Charlie. If he knew that I was alone out here, parading around a freak show, he'd contact the police of whatever city I was in to come pick me up. I was feeling relieved just thinking about it.

I returned to gazing at the monstrous artwork that hung around the tents, when a quiet crash erupted and startled me, making me jump. I turned around to face the source, and saw a smaller tent with bright yellow tape wrapped around it. Obviously, whatever was in this tent, wasn't meant to be seen. I scoffed.

I walked closer, and heard low grunts followed by loud slurping noises. I looked around, making sure nobody was watching, before I lifted the yellow tape and stepped inside. I wasn't one for breaking rules. In fact, I actually feared getting in trouble in most situations, but something about this tent was just drawing me in. I couldn't help it.

There was a sign next to the entrance, but I had to brush away a blanket to read it.

Amor Sanguinis.

Okay, I had no idea what that meant. I stared at the sign, trying to remember all of my previous language courses in hopes that it'd spark a memory, when another large slurping noise interrupted my concentration.

I dropped the blanket, and ducked to enter the tent. One small light was on, illuminating the large cage, which was similar to Cat Woman's. This one was different, though. It was chained up multiple times, with about four or five different locks. Three of the locks were carelessly opened, leaving a few chains hanging limp to the ground.

I followed the light in the cage, but nothing sat under it. I heard the slurping noise again, and whipped my head in the direction. It came from a dark corner of the cage, and despite the warning bells going off in my head, I crept slowly forward, trying my best to be silent. I could make out of the shadow of a person. From the shape of their body, I could see it was a male, but I couldn't see his face.

This felt different from Cat Woman. Unlike her colorful festive decorated display, this tent was dark and empty with the exception of the cage. An eerie sense of danger filled the tent, and I was suddenly aware that maybe this tent was closed off for a reason. But then again, what kind of real dangers could this place ever hold?

My feet kept moving cautiously, and I tilted my head to shed some light on the hunched figure. I saw his neck drop, staying still as the slurping noises increased, and I knew he was eating something. The sounds suddenly made sense.

I gulped, and opened my mouth to take a deep breath, but froze when a tickle pricked in my throat, causing me to involuntarily gurgle. My body became creepily numb when I saw his head raise up quickly, and he grunted lowly, before his silhouette jumped towards the spotlight. I gasped loudly, staggering back when he came into view.

His skin was white, like snow. His hair was a greasy bronze mess on the top of his head, tousling up in every direction. He was shirtless, showing off his flat stomach, but toned arms. His ribs were faintly visible through his alabaster flesh. He wore a pair of distressed jeans, but they were ripped and tattered. What caught me off guard were his eyes. They were black. Not a dark brown like Aro's, but a straight onyx color.

My bottom lip trembled as I stared at him. He returned my gaze, his eyes never moving from mine. He tilted his head, and I was so confused. He was so beautiful. He was so inhumanely perfect, but I doubt Aro kept him in here for abnormally good looks.

That's when I saw the red liquid that dripped down his chin.

My entire body was shaking with tremors as I turned my head to gaze at the corner. A lifeless, pale hand dangled from the cage. My heart stopped, and I glanced back up at the onyx eyed beauty in front of me.

I had walked myself right into this nightmare. He was eating a human.

But this had to be a joke. Aro had this tent restricted because he knew curious, nosy teenagers like myself couldn't resist. He knew that people would come in here, so he placed some kind of fake cannibal in the cage. I bet the blood that stained his lips was actually dyed syrup. It had to be. He couldn't be a real cannibal.

This wasn't a real freak show.

I had to admit, it was creepy. Fake or not, this was the kind of stuff that belonged at a freak show, rather than the skimpy dressed woman who was purring at visitors a few tents over. The more I stood here, and the more we stared at each other, I felt a bigger intense need to leave. So I did.

I gulped, waved a quick goodbye, and whipped around to leave. My hood dropped off of my head, and my hair flew out of its hiding place, flowing down my back. A gust of wind entered the tent, and I shivered as I gripped the velvet tent to leave.

That's when I heard the vicious snarl, followed by the clanking of chains against metal. And before I even had time to turn around, somebody slammed against me, knocking me down pinning me to the ground.

He gripped my neck and squeezed. I gasped for air, clawing at his arms and choking out words for him to stop. If it were possible, his eyes were darkening even more than they had before. He loosened his grip for a moment, and I closed my eyes, praying to whatever higher being that was up there to let me live. He sniffed the air, before grinning evilly at me.

My heart pounded furiously against my ribcage as his hand descended on my stomach, and he lifted up my jacket.

He's going to rape me.

I began to kick my legs, hoping the movement would startle him, but he stayed straddling my waist. One hand was clamped over my mouth, and despite how many times I bit hard into his flesh, he didn't falter. His other hand was shoving up the clothing on my stomach, and I felt the tears blur my vision as his icy cold hand came into contact with my skin.

I began sobbing into his hand, hoping he'd feel at least some remorse and let me go, but I winced and yelped in shock when his icy cold hand touched a sore spot on my stomach. He swiped his finger across a sensitive area, and raised it to his face. His finger was coated in thick, dripping redness, and I gasped. His attack must've been brutal enough to draw blood.

"Please," I sobbed, pushing against his strong hold. He ignored me, and continued to stare at his finger which was covered in blood. My blood.

I opened my mouth to continue my pleading, but everything inside of me trembled in sheer horror when he popped his finger into his mouth and sucked. I watched as his tongue swirled around it for a few seconds, before he retracted it. He grinned at me again.

"Yummy," he spat venomously. It was the first time I had heard him speak, but I couldn't be too concerned with that, because he had just willingly tasted my blood.

Oh. Oh, no.

He really was a cannibal.

And I really was going to become the gruesome dinner that I had been imagining all night. And the entire thing was my fault. The tears began to fall faster with the realization that I was about to die. He must've gotten fed up with my tears though, for the hand that was covering my mouth moved. I was going to take this as my opportunity to scream, but before I could even open my mouth, his fingers lifted my neck, before forcefully shoving it back down. My head slammed hard against the concrete.

I quickly became dizzy and disoriented. His beautiful yet monstrous face was wild and crazed as he snarled down at me, and it was almost as if he was trying to restrain himself from actually killing me. As the seconds ticked by, my vision blurred increasingly. I moaned lowly as I glanced up into his murderous black orbs.

Goodbye world.

I blew out a soft exhale of air, which prompted a loud, dark growl from the man above me. He grasped my neck again, more firmly this time, and shoved my skull harder against the ground below me. That's when everything disappeared.

That's when my eyelids fluttered closed, and I fluttered out of consciousness.

How was it? Good? Bad? Eye-gouging worthy? I was really nervous to post this, because I'm stepping out of my Twilight comfort zone with this one. I hope that I won't disappoint, but I won't know unless you review with your opinion. :D The entire story will be told in Bella's point of view. In my other two stories, I've always switched back and fourth between her and Edward, and at times, it gets frustrating, so this is new for me. Maybe when this is over, I'll write a companion in Edward's point of view, but until now, we see things through Bella's eyes. Anyway, I'll stop rambling. Reviews would satiate my nerves and make me extremely happy, so click that button and tell me how I'm doing so far!