Disclaimer: I don't own Cirque Du Freak. Darren Shan is and always will be the genius behind that. I do own certain fan-made characters, such as Daniel, Dannella, Darius(dare-us), Joe, Rintu, and Brambles.

NOTE: May be based somewhat on the mangas.

THE SAGA OF THE CHILDREN

Prologue: An End is Another Beginning

When one story ends, another takes flight. We all know what happened at the end of Cirque Du Freak. And if you haven't, don't read this story. This is the story of the three children, their friend, and pets. These three children are the offspring of the two most well known characters in the Cirque Du Freak series. But this story cannot begin with the children. First, we must go back in time to that faithful night, the most famous night of all.

Darren stared up the stairs to the balcony. He wouldn't let Steve get into trouble alone. He would always be by the side of his best friend. He took in a deep breath and started up the stairs. The shadows surrounded him, moving in as if to squeeze the life out of him. He shook with.

Come on, Darren, a tiny voice urged him. Are you afraid or what?

I'm not scared, he thought. I'm not scared. I'm not scared. I'm not-

Before he could finish the thought, a horrible, ugly monster jumped from a dark corner. It grabbed Darren and covered his mouth up. It held him for a moment, then released him. Darren took off running and kept going. And going, and going, until he was home, safe in his bed.

What was that thing? It had dead, gray skin, large green eyes, small sharp teeth, and a stitched-up face. It was the ugliest thing he'd ever seen in his life. I barely escaped with my life! Then he remember why he was heading towards the top of those stairs. Steve! He decided to call in the morning.

He dialed the phone and waited for an answer. "Hello?"

"Mrs. Leonard. Is Steve there?"

There was a pause and Steve's weary voice appeared. "Darren?"

Darren sighed with relief. "Steve, you're okay!"

"Yeah, I didn't think I would be."

"What do you mean?"

"I faced one of the living dead and survived."

The color drained from Darren's face. "L-living d-dead?"

Steve paused, as if unsure whether or not to say what he meant. "I mean a vampire."

Darren's veins froze with an ice so cold, it could freeze lava. "Vampire?"

"Yeah. You know Larten Crepsley?"

"Yeah. How can I forget him?"

"That's not his name. His real name is Vur Horston. He's a vampire." Darren's breath caught in his throat. "I approached him about it. I was right. He didn't deny."

"How would you know?"

Another pause. "I saw a painting in an old book. He was younger then, but I'm positive it was him." No answer. "Darren? Darren?" Darren couldn't answer. He was speechless. He debated on wether or not to tell Steve about the monster that attacked. His own best friend had been a survived seeing a vampire up close, a true creature of the night that could easily rip out Steve's throat and drink him dry. He glanced out the nearby window at the morning sky. What was the world of darkness really and why would Steve really believe someone was the undead?

What you think? I promise in later chapters it will get much better. Please R&R!