Alright so I have much of this story all written out, but I wanted to post a first chapter because

A friend wanted to read it and

If its good and if I should post more!

Even if you're only the slightest bit interested, let me know! Cuz the rest is much MUCH better! :D

Excuse the lame excuse (LOL) at the very beginning…I just really wanted to get this up ^^

Disclaimer: um ya…do I really need to say it? well…I don't own CDF. If I did, the movie would have been waaay better…nuttin bad about the books though ^^

Here we go!

CHAPTER 1

Cirque du Nuit

Trees and shadows, sweat and tears, all blended into each other as I sprinted through the forest. Mr. Crepsley was a goddamn fruitcake. Yeah that's right. A fruitcake. I knew I was being immature, but he was really getting on my nerves. The constant nagging and ordering around was intolerable on my teenage mind.

The Cirque du Freak had been stationed in the outskirts of San Francisco, and as soon as Mr. Crepsley had left at midnight to feed, I escaped. I told Evra I was running away, and he tried to stop me but I was too frustrated and stubborn at the time to listen. Now I wish I had…

Unable to force another step, I stopped and collapsed onto my knees, panting heavily. Once I was breathing normally, I brought my head up and looked about myself. I was on a dirty sidewalk next to some filthy buildings. I must be in the lower side of some city. The moon grinned down at me from directly above my head. Shakily I got to my knees and stumbled to the nearest building. A theatre. How ironic, I thought. Grime smothered the doorknob and my hand as I opened the door and peered inside. With my vampire sight I could make out the shapes of dusty chairs and tables lined along a hallway that seemed to stretch forever. The theatre seemed abandoned, so I didn't bother being quiet while I walked down the long expanse of darkness. Eventually I reached a heavy curtain and brushed it aside, revealing an exquisite theatre sitting area. The velvet seats were incredibly soft under my touch as I gently ran my fingers over the arm rests and strode down the aisle toward the stage.

When I reached it I noticed it was a foot taller than me, but it proved no challenge to hop up onto the black wood. Suddenly a strange smell drifted into my nostrils. It smelled like the sea—seaweed, shells, and fish. I turned and faced the seats. Was it my imagination, or was there a…fog? A slow mist was rolling in through the doorway. The oceanic aroma grew stronger. Straining my eyes, I could see the silhouette of a person sauntering down the aisle through the fog. White tendrils curled up and wrapped around my ankles, slithering up to my neck, like a ghost's fingers stroking my entire body. One particular tendril suddenly plunged itself up my nose and down my throat, and I felt my lungs fill with the moist vapor. It froze my lungs and breathing became near impossible. I fell to my knees as my legs gave way beneath me. As my remaining strength was sapped, a figure loomed above me. I looked up and saw a teenage boy staring down at me coldly, a look of fierce concentration upon his face. His eyes were like mini oceans, hidden behind a veil of light brown hair. He would have been handsome, if his lips weren't turned up into a sneer of pure evil. I opened my mouth to speak but more fog flowed in, and black spots danced in front of my eyes.

"Lynne," a voice said. It didn't exactly radiate authority, but it had an edge of steel that seemed to cut through the fog. My eyes focused on an attractive girl, no more than 15 or 16, with long brown hair and startling blue-gray eyes. She wore sweats and a tank top, probably having just gotten out of bed.

"Lynne, go back to bed," she said.

I didn't think the boy with the sea-green eyes would listen, but immediately he straightened up and exited the theatre. The fog dissolved and I could breathe clearly again. The girl sauntered up the stairs and onto the stage, stepping closer and closer until she was only a few feet away. She made to move to help me up.

"What are you doing here?" she asked slightly forcefully.

"I ran away." I answered, getting to my feet.

"From where?"

I paused. Should I tell her? She seemed to be reading my mind because she took a step closer, saying, "Oh, come on, you can trust me."

Something about the way her voice rolled out of her mouth and into my ears persuaded me to tell her every little detail of what happened. She listened quietly, absorbing the information. When I finished she nodded.

Suddenly she asked, "How did you get here so fast?"

Her question caught me off-guard.

"Huh?" I replied stupidly.

"Well first of all you said you…ran? And second of all, you said you left San Francisco at midnight. You are now in Seattle and it's 3 in the morning. How did you do it?"

"Um…I'm i-in track…a-at school…" I realized that still didn't make sense though, so I added, "And I lied about running the whole way."

"Ah…" She didn't seem to believe me. "You must be tired." She suddenly stated. And suddenly I did feel like curling up and falling asleep right there. The girl was already walking back up through the seats. I hurried after her.

"I'm sorry you were almost killed," she was saying. "That was Lynne by the way, Lynne Downing. I'm sure you'll be running into him again. Watch yourself though, he's rather reckless."

"How did he do it?" I asked.

"Do what?"

"Make fog appear out of thin air and practically drown me!"

We continued down a flight of stairs and through a long hallway.

"That's just it," she said matter-of-factly.

My eyebrows furrowed together in confusion, and I was about to ask what she meant when we stopped in front of a door. The girl opened it for me and I stepped in. It was dark, save for a single candle. There were no windows, and a cot was set up on one wall, but nothing else.

"You can sleep in here." The girl said.

I thanked her.

"And be careful," she advised softly.

"Why?"

Sighing, she turned to leave. "Because…"

Then she was gone.

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