Cirque du Freak: A Vampire by Accident

By: moonlightbear

Disclaimer: I don't own the books, or the movie… the movie is what made me fall in love with the books, but I do recognize they are extremely different. I like this to be book verse although when it occurs I'm not sure since I have not finished the series. Due time will tell me and then I will be able to tell you when my story and the books collide.

Summary: Hello, my name is Abigail Hunts and I'm a half-vampire by accident…

Chapter one: My Life Before…

I loved pageants. They helped me focus, practice, and come up with good ideas in a matter of seconds. I took pride in the knowledge I could do these things at the young, sprite age of five. I was resourceful and never let anything get me down. Mom always said, "You are my sun, you make everyday a great one!"

Once when I was four years old, my mom entered me into a pageant last minute. When we got there, we saw Helen Heathers. Her mom hired my pageant coach for Helen a few months earlier, and paid her more money so she wouldn't coach me anymore. My mommy was mad, but said my routines were great so we could stick with what I knew.

This was the first time me and Helen were gonna compete against each other and that's when the nightmare began. The pageant coach gave her my routine!! And Helen went on before me. Mom was so scared; I would get big points docked if we had the same routine. I didn't realize this was really a problem until Helen kept laughing at me from the other side of the stage, and making faces. There were four other girls between us, so there was time. Just before I went on Helen made me so mad, I wanted to show her up! I told the DJ dude, who was near by, to change my song to another number… I don't remember what it was, but it was great. That was the pageant that taught me everything I needed to know how to make bad things good again… Even better than they were before. Oh, and I won Overall in our division, while she got first runner-up!

After that, I always did my own routine, and mom started making my clothes. We were a great team even when things got bad at home. We didn't have cable, and once in a while the lights would go out. When momma wanted to make a call she put five dollars on her go phone. Things got really bad when I was five, momma lost her job.

We never stopped doing pageants though. Mom said they were important life lessons. I didn't mind, I loved doing pageants!

Instead we spent more time at different supermarkets. We got dozens of tasters and then mom would send me to friends' homes for dinner. I knew my mom got hungry at home so I often asked to bring food home too. Leftovers were a dream. Some of my friends' families were super nice about it, but others told me to never come back. And then there were the few that my friends said yes, but their families said no, and my friends told me to sneak stuff out. I started doing this a lot, even with my friends whose family let me take stuff home… I know it was wrong, but we were struggling and mom did so much for me with my pageants I just knew I had to help her.

Don't look at me like that! I know that look, that's the look everyone uses when I talk about my mom and pageants. She's not a bad person! She just wanted the best for me and I will defend her till the day I die, even if that's hundreds of years from now! Everything I learned during my pageant years helped me passed the true test of survival.

I will never forget the first pageant I did; it was the best and worst one ever because I was a newbie and still won the Ultimate Supreme title, but also… My real dad left. I will never forget that day. It was the earliest day of my life I can remember. I was only three and one-quarter old. My dad leaving is what caused the ball to start rolling…

I started with these tales from the past for two reasons. A few will become obvious as this story unfolds. The other reason is:

This is a true story.

I don't expect you to believe me -- I wouldn't believe it myself if I hadn't lived it -- but it is. Everything I describe in this story happened, just as I tell it.

In real life, dad's leave and kids steal. If you cross a busy road without looking, you're bound get whacked by a car. If you fall out of a tree, you'll need a lot of mending.

Real life's nasty. It's cruel. It doesn't care about heroes and happy endings and the way things should be. In real life, bad things happen. People die. Fights are lost. Evil often wins.

I just wanted to make that clear before I began.

One more thing: my name isn't really Abigail Hunts. Everything's true in this story, except for names. I've had to change them because... well, it's just better that way.

I haven't used any real names. I'm not even going to tell you the name of my town or country. I don't dare.

Anyway, that's enough of an introduction. If you're ready, let's begin. If this were a made-up story, it would begin at night, with a storm blowing and owls hooting and rattling noises under the bed. But this is a real story, so I have to begin where it really started.

It all started at a wedding.

How do you all like this story so far? Yea, nea, something in between? Tell me!

Oh and yes this last part was nearly word for word from the book, to make it seem similar… I'm not making money so I hope no one has a problem with it…