Disclaimer: I don't own Cirque Du Freak. (This counts for the entire story)

A.N.

If you haven't read the first story: s/10223546/1/The-Tiny-Series-1-Destiny-Rejected Then I suggest you go read that first.

I am going to answer more reviews now, so throw questions at me! But I won't answer them if they spoil the story ;)

Deathbright: Thank you! Your review made my day :3 I hope you like the sequel just as much.

Obviouslyincognito: I was sad to kill off Larten again too. But it had to be done. Vampire Mountain will be awesome lol.

Guest: One God came down to deal with Darren and the Cirque. There are multiple gods and most of them are not very pleasant but one or two have different views on things.

Ansy: Even though the gods act like they make up the rules, magic has it's own laws. And they are set in the very fabric of magic. There was a loophole that allowed Darren to erase his friends memories and the gods can't touch them due to that. It is a law that only the gods have to follow.

The harsh smell of antiseptic invaded my nostrils, making them twitch. In the next moment I came alive, twisting in the metal bands encircling my torso, ankles and wrists until my hand bloodied. I lay on a cold, metal slab of steel in a room with no doors and mirrors surrounding me on all sides. I was naked and an IV came out from the back of my left hand; I tried to stretch and bite it out but the cuffs were too tight. The next horrible thing came with the realization I had wings still. And they were pulled uncomfortably taut on two stands on either side of the metal table.

"Subject #2. Male, species unknown, age unknown." a brisk female voice said from somewhere over my shoulder. She was in a different room and I guessed she and another person were standing behind the one way mirror. Her voice was indifferent, even robotic. "On a strict IV regime. Past history shows signs of aggressiveness and his power levels are off the charts."

A strong scent of aftershave came through a gap in the wall and its male owner responded. "Let me in." His tone was dripping with greed. I could hear him shifting something in his grip and then the door clicked open. He entered behind me and I didn't bother to try and twist around to see the man. Instead I inhaled and gathered as much information as I could before he came face to face with me. Male. Mid forties to early fifties. Well groomed with expensive hair products. Terminally ill. I paused and sniffed again. Cancer. I wasn't good enough yet to tell what kind but I knew that the man had months at best. I wasn't trying to reach for my magic. I could feel the dragon dozing on the skin of my stomach and guessed the IV drugs were to keep my magic still.

"What is your name?" The man sounded kind enough, but his eyes betrayed him. He was like the Mr. Tiny I had known before and the resemblance was creepy. I had just enough magic to know that he definitely wasn't Mr. Tiny in disguise, but if I didn't know better I would have said they were brothers.

I scrambled for a possible answer, and then settled on one that had the least number of flaws. For now I would cooperate with the idiot. "I don't know." My name was of no importance to him.

The man grabbed a fist full of my hair and raised my head up before slamming it onto the table. My jaw crunched and I saw stars before he let go. "I will only ask one more time. What is your name?" His voice was smooth as silk and very sad; as if I was making him do this to me. Again my head was raised up and slammed back down and I tasted blood on my tongue. Disturbingly it tasted good; but since it had been who knows how long since I had last drunk, anything would be nice.

"I can't remember!" I hissed and adopted a panicked expression. "Listen I don't want to hurt anyone. I think there was an accident. I don't know who you are or what you want but I haven't done anything!"

The man stepped back and smoothed down his silk suit, pacing back and forth. He looked undecided and then nodded to the mirrors. The woman entered with a cup of water and he took it; pouring the delicious cold liquid into my mouth. Some trickled down my chin and dripped onto the metal, sliding to where the cuffs met table. The second the water met my skin the dragon twitched its tail and I shuddered along with it. My bond with water had strengthened it seemed; enough to overcome man made drugs.

"My name is Harrison," the man said and pulled the cup away only when I had drained it. The pulse beating in his neck was steady and I imagined sinking my fangs into it and draining the man dry. My stomach rumbled.

"Nice to meet you," I said sarcastically. The water pulled into my skin and I flexed my hands in the cuffs, testing the metal gingerly. The dragon raised his blue head and crept forward a few inches, testing the air with his tongue. My wings shivered in the bonds and I flexed them slightly, surprised at the amount of magical residue that existed in them.

Harrison slowly reached into his silk pocket and pulled out an ornate dagger, striding over to me. He rested the blade on my cheek, gently flicking my ear with the tip and smiled; exposing two rows of perfect teeth. "You will tell me everything you know about Vampires." His face was twisted into a furious, demanding, needy expression and I almost, almost pitied him.

"I told you I-"

"Oh, maybe you are telling me the truth…" Harrison purred and twisted the knife again, resting it at the base of my throat. "But pain can be an excellent stimulant for the brain. Perhaps you will remember. Or maybe you won't and your body will be the next I throw away."

With a furious yell I yanked on the cuffs and tore them free with a sickening sound of grinding metal. I couldn't free my legs but I reached out and wrapped my hands around Harrison's throat and squeezed. His face quickly turned purple but the madman raised his hand calmly and the dripping sound from the IV quickened until it was faster then a ticking clock. The world blurred and my hands relaxed. They thudded back down and I blinked fuzzily.

"They told me you responded when given water," Harrison commented, rubbing at his bruised throat. "But seeing the results in person are much more informative." He raised his hand again after wiping away the excess water and the IV drip slowed. "I don't want you to be a drooling idiot during questioning," he explained, as if I cared to know. "Perhaps we can become friends. Your power greatly interests me and I would be happy to help you in anything you desire," his face hardened. "If you cooperate."

I bared my fangs and looked up at him with ice blue eyes. "I will rip you apart and string your guts across the countryside."

Besides a slight spike of anger in his scent Harrison showed no outward signs of anger; he rolled up his sleeves and rubbed his hands together. He picked the dagger up off the floor where it had fallen in my bid for freedom and studied the blade tenderly. "How did you fly?" He mused, leaving my field of view to study my wings. "Your flight feathers aren't even fully grown yet." The dagger trailed over my wings and I stiffened, trying to arch away from Harrison fruitlessly.

I could have told Harrison that sheer magic had held me up, but decided that he wasn't worth any scrap of information. Besides I was keeping up the pretense of having no memory. Another idea came to me and I smiled inwardly. "Listen to me," I said carefully, putting as much helpless fear into my voice as I could. "I don't know what's happened. I think I am a monster."

The dagger paused and for a moment I thought I had gotten through to him but then Harrison leaned over and his stinky breath filled my nose as he whispered into my ear. "That's right. You're a monster. My pet monster." His chuckle wasn't at all pleasant. "Drop the act boy," he sneered. "I can see the sheer power in your eyes and your urge to kill. You are the perfect predator, even if you don't realize it yourself." Then to my astonishment he reached over and unscrewed the bonds, allowing me complete freedom. He unlatched my wings from the stands and grabbed a shabby outfit for me to wear before helping me out of the room and down a dim hallway. He pulled the IV stand along with one hand, tapping his hand on my shoulder blade in time with the drugs flowing into my veins.

We passed hardly anyone in the hallway and those we did quickly adopted submissive expressions upon seeing Harrison. But when they looked at me their faces went curiously blank and I couldn't get any reading off them besides respect and slight fear. I could feel the water flowing in pipes in the walls, but while I was drugged there was no hope of bursting the pipes and escaping. I hardly had the energy to stand upright as it was and the dragon slept on.

Harrison pushed open a set of double doors and I blinked in the sudden light. We stood in a huge dome, at least half a mile long and the inside was made up to look like a wilderness. Trees stretched up to the glass roof where I could see electricity sparking along an intricate network of wires along the ceiling and walls. The only exception was the doors but they were steel with key pads. Animals slunk along the forest floor; I could see a raccoon, deer and even a wolf. All of them wore thin metal bands around their necks. "It pleases you, I can tell," Harrison said and nodded to my wings which were fluttering lightly even in the still air.

I narrowed my eyes. It did please me, but probably not for the reasons Harrison was thinking. Bringing me to a big open space such as this, with water and enough room to fly was idiotic. One way or another I would find a chink in their armor and use it.

The IV was abruptly pulled out and Harrison let me fall to the ground. I stared up at him as four heavily muscled men and one woman marched toward me. They stepped on my wings and I howled at them, but a knee was pushed into my chest and I shut up before I was badly injured. The woman crouched over me and pulled out a collar similar to the ones the animals wore. But this one was thicker and had a red number two engraved in the side. A set of wires, a needle and small container of liquid was inside and it was clear it was designed to go into my neck. A thick substance dripped from it, in the consistency of honey.

Harrison appeared over one mans shoulder and peered down at me. "You won't feel the needle. The numbing agent takes care of that. The medicine is a concentrated version of what I've been giving you. Only one drop an hour and you will have complete movement," his face twisted into a mocking grin. "Without the strength and power you normally possess of course." He held up a remote control with a small dial on the front. "If you do not come when I call I will electrocute you, which would be very painful." He thumbed the dial and sighed. "If I am forced to turn the dial all the way it will knock you out and I will be very angry."

I glared hatefully but still couldn't muster enough strength to move.

"Put it on him," Harrison ordered.

The metal collar was lowered toward my throat and along with it three sets of hands. One pair around my head to keep me still and the other two to guide the needle in and snap the collar shut. True to his word, Harrison was right. I did not feel the needle. The collar was cold and tight enough that I panicked for before figuring out I could breathe properly. The collar clicked shut and I lunged at the woman, closing my hands around her arm before she could jump backward and sank my fangs into her wrist. Hot blood poured into my mouth and I gulped down several swallows before the other men pulled me backward and threw me to the ground. I stared up at them challengingly, blood from my fangs and fear scent poured off their bodies.

"Add blood to his diet," Harrison said carelessly and snapped the woman cradling her bleeding wrist. "Go clean yourself up and stop sniveling!" He turned back to me and with one hand pulled me upright. I swayed slightly, but already the drugs previous effects were fading. The world wasn't spinning anymore and I could move relatively steady. "Now spread those wings little dragon." He stepped back, clearly waiting for something.

I stared and then growled under my breath. He wanted me unfold my wings and walk off with the collar around my throat like a wounded animal. I gave Harrison a contemptuous glance and kept my wings deliberately folded before stalking off into the long grass. My collar suddenly lit up and I was down on the ground. The shocking pain had only been for a split second but it was enough to knock the breath out of my body. When I could sit up Harrison was gone, the metal door swinging shut behind him.

Hours later with every inch of the dome explored and mapped out I knew enough about the place for a lifetime. A creek meandered through the dome, going out one side and coming in through the other. The entire place was forest except for the small clearing where Harrison had brought me in. The other animals steered well clear of me but I caught several glimpses of the wolf through the trees before it ran away. The air was cool and fresh and I found several powerful fans in the walls that kept the air moving. I'd climbed the tallest tree early on and managed to get a good look at outside the dome. Wherever we were it was in a desert and the place was a huge network of smaller tunnels, domes and windowless stone buildings not connected to anything. People had been running back and forth from building to building and inside tunnels through doors too tiny to see without magic.

For the first hour I'd let anger rule me and I had torn through the forest with fury, tearing apart plants and gouging trees. Drugs couldn't steal the long nails a vampire naturally had. But after my initial anger I settled down and began to plan. I would have to memorize schedules: feeding time, and if Harrison's calls had any natural pattern. I had already identified two weak spots in the dome; the electrified ceiling and the steel doors. If I got my powers back, even a little bit either option would fall. Strength would take care of the doors. But the ceiling was preferable. If I used a little magic to lift the water in the creek up I could short out the wires, smash through the bullet proof glass and fly away. But first my flight feathers would have to finish growing. The third option I barely considered was to somehow let Mr. Tiny know I was here; but that was next to impossible unless I got magic back and roared. But I wouldn't waste time on that when I could just simply escape and I had no way of knowing if Mr. Tiny would kill me on sight.

I settled on the tallest tree overlooking the clearing, preparing for a vigil to last well into the night. The collar itched but I ignored it, fixing my glowing blue eyes on the steel door. "You have no idea what you're getting into Harrison," I purred and wrapped my wings around myself as the dome cooled down. Below the she-wolf curled into a small ball, her green eyes looking up at me with curiosity.

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