Crystal flitted as fast as she could; her senses were scrambled as all she could smell was the blood of her teacher. Her eyes were closed as she flitted; her mind was closing in on a certain person's life waves. She was only a half-vampire but her teacher taught her how to focus on a certain person's life wave. She had already known how to do it when she was human.
She was losing blood quickly but she had to get the message to Him. She felt her body begin to slow down, unable to continue flitting. Once she stopped, she went face first onto the grass. Her eyes stayed closed as she kept her mind focusing on the waves, feeling them becoming faint as she lost her strength, but knowing she was close. Pushing herself up as she spit on her palms, rubbing the spit on the wounds on her stomach and arms. Even though she was only a half vampire, her spit didn't have the power of a full vampire's spit, it was enough to help her wound, but not heal them.
Her vision was blurry, unable to make out the surrounding she was in. Only one thing stood out in her vision and that was the bright, flashing lights ahead of her in the night. She began to move her legs, feeling them getting heavier and heavier as she made her way to there, sensing the life wave's in that direction. It felt like an eternity for her as she made her way towards the lights. She heard voices getting closer to her, her legs giving out as she stumbled to the ground. She felt hands on her arms, rolling her onto her back. Her vision was still blurry as all she could whisper was "L...Larten... Cr..Crepsley," before her vision was gone and her eyes closed.
Darren was walking around the cirque, talking to a few of the freaks and picking up any trash left by the audience. Tonight, the cirque held a performance of its freaks. It was going to be the second to last performance before the cirque tidies up and moves onto another city. Darrnen didn't actually have an act to perform, but he was a side kick to Mr. Crepsley's performance. He played the flute to charm her, telling her what to do when Mr. Crepsley's couldn't play. Mr. Crepsley was a vampire, he was also the one who turned Darren into a vampire, not a full-fledged vampire, only half.
Darren had a shoulder bag on, picking up any trash on the floor and placing it in the bag to throw away later. As he got closer to the entrance of the cirque, he saw many of the freaks crowding around there. Mr. Tall, the ringmaster and coordinator of the cirque, stood out amongst all the freaks, but his eyes weren't on Darren. They were on the grass. Darren headed over to the crowd, pushing his way to the front as he sees a bloody girl on the grass. Mr. Tall put his hands on her arm, rolling her onto her back.
"L...Larten...Cr..Crepsley." Darren could hear her whisper. Her voice sounded dry and heavy. Darren was confused, who was this girl and how did she know Mr. Crepsley. Darren watched her eyes closed and looked over at Mr. Tall.
"Go get Larten." Mr. Tall looked at Darren. "Now." Not leaving any room for argument.
Darren ran to Mr. Crepsley's tent, throwing apart the flaps as he went inside. Inside was a pale man with orange, curly hair stood near a coffon, confused at Darren. "What?"
"Mr. Tall wants you at the entrance. Someone here's." Darren didn't know what else to say.
Mr. Crepsley's pulled his red robe on over his performance red suit and headed out of the door, making his way to the front.
He pinched his nose as he neared the enternace. "Ugh, a foul smell. Don't you smell that, Darren?" Darren followed behind him.
Darren focused on the air, noticing something rotten in the scent. "I smell it now. What is that smell?"
"Vampaneze blood." Mr. Crepsley answered as he walked up to Mr. Tall.
'Vampaneze blood? Like Murlough? Is the girl a vampaneze? How does she know Mr. Crepsley? Is she after him too?' Darren asked himself a million questions as he stood beside Evra, the snake boy.
Evra was half boy and half snake. He had the long tongue of a snake and the scales, everything else was human. Evra was Darren's bestfriend and roommate at the Cirque. They shared a tent together and ended up getting to know each other much much more.
"Get another coffin in my van, or at least, a thick blanket and pillows." Mr. Crepsley broke the slience as he spit into his palm, applying his spit on her stomach. He picked her up in his arms and carried her to his tent.
Darren followed Mr. Crepsley to the tent but was stopped at the flaps. "No. You can't come in, not this time, Darren." Mr. Crepsley stopped Darren from entering.
Darren stood outside the tent as the flaps closed. He was confused as to why he couldn't come in, he was filled with questions. He wanted answered. He sat outside the flaps, trying to listen in if Mr. Crepsley said anything.
"I assume this is where Larten's tent is?" A deep voice broke Darren's thoughts. Darren looked up, spotting a pale man but with brown hair dressed in a blue, tattered suit infront of him.
"Yes, but he said not to go in." Darren answered, wondering who this man was. Probably another vampire like Mr. Crepsley's was, since he knew who Mr. Crespley was.
"I'm sure it's fine. You can come into." The man said, pulling apart the flaps as he walked in. Darren stared at the flaps for a moment before following the man in.
"Larten!" the man exclaimed, spotting Mr. Crepsley's there, hunched over the girl from earlier. The man pinched his nose. "How can you stand the smell?"
Mr. Crepsley turned to face the man. "Gavner! Help me with her. We have to save her." Darren's never seen Mr. Crepsley's like this before, so eager to save someone.
'She must be special.' Darren thought as he watched Gavner go over and help Mr. Crepsley.
