Disclaimer: White Wolf owns everything, including my soul...Seriously though, anything relating to the World of Darkness is theirs. I only own the characters.

April, 1984
 It's night. I don't remember the sun setting. I don't remember much, actually. Last thing I do remember is practising my tightrope act on my own. I didn't need my net – well...I didn't think I needed my net. I know I lost my balance. I know I fell. I know I must have hit the ground, but I don't remember doing so. I'm confused. If I fell, I must have died, but if I died I wouldn't be here now wondering what happened. My head hurts. Someone's screaming. I think it's me...
I wake up again. Silent Tommy, the tattooist with the circus, is sitting beside me. He grins and points to my arm. I look down and see the new tattoo. It's a broken mirror. "What the hell have you done to me?" I scream at him.
He puts a finger to his lips to silence me. He grins again and hands me a business card. I read it. 'Welcome to my world...'
I look at him in confusion and he hands me another card. 'Congratulations. You're a Vampire.'
"You're mad," I tell him. Another wave of pain bounces around my head and I put my hands to my ears to hold my brains inside.
'So are you. You're a Malkavian.'
"A what?" I ask.
'You're a Vampire.'
"So you said. I don't believe you." I try to stand up, but fall to my knees clutching my head once more. I scream again. When I stop, Tommy hands me another card.
'Stop screaming.'
"I can't!" I yell back at him.
'You can. Just shut your mouth.'
"It's not that easy. I can't think. My brains feel like they're going to run out through my ears. I can't concentrate on anything any more."
'Don't. Let your madness out.'
"What do you mean? How?"
'Let your brain run out through your ears. Let. Your. Madness. Out...' the next card reads.
I cry out in pain and drop my forehead to the ground, covering my head with my arms. When I move my arms again a couple of minutes later, Silent Tommy slaps me on the back of my head. A card drops to the floor in front of me. 'To be continued...' it says. I look up, but Tommy is gone. I crawl to a ladder at one end of the barn I am in and climb up to a hayloft. Curling into a ball, I soon fall asleep.
When I wake up the next night, Silent Tommy is back again. He hands me another of his damn business cards. I read it. 'I brought you a present.' I look at him quizzically, and from under a pile of straw he produces a young man. The next card reads, 'Feeding time...'
Tommy bites the man's wrist and holds it towards me. The man sits with a glazed expression, seemingly unconcerned with the injury that Tommy had just inflicted. Me, on the other hand... I saw the blood well from the two puncture wounds. The smell of blood fills my nostrils and I can feel my teeth elongate. I leap on the man with a hiss, bite into his wrist, and drain him of blood in less than a minute. A warm, tingly feeling spreads through my body, and I stretch happily as I drop the body back into the straw. The smile turns into a grimace of pain as my head feels like it's going to explode. The card floats to the straw in front of me.
'Let it go, Sharla.'
I look up at Silent Tommy and he smiles at me. I know what to do. I close my eyes and imagine the inside of my head to be like a huge, blood- filled cavern. I take a pickaxe to the cavern walls and the blood rushes out, relieving the pressure in my head instantly. I start to giggle. I stop when I notice a movement out of the corner of my eye. A calico kitten has been woken up by the noise. He stalks closer, as if he's pleased to have found a new playmate. He meows.
"Yes thanks. I'm fine now," I tell him. "What's your name?"
The kitten replies with another meow.
"Pleased to meet you Ripper. I'm Sharla." Silent Tommy taps me on the shoulder and hands me a card.
'What are you doing?'
"I'm talking to my new friend," I explained.
Tommy shook his head. 'You have a lot to learn.'
"It can wait."
'No. It can't. We have to go.' Tommy picked Ripper up by the scruff of his neck and threw him into the corner of the hayloft.
I heard a low growl issue from my throat and felt my teeth elongate again. I leap on Tommy, knocking the slender man onto his back, tearing at his face with my fingernails. He tries to push me off him, but I keep punching and ripping at his eyes. I bend towards his neck and bite down hard, trying to drain him. Before long, Tommy stops struggling. My rage fades and I sit back on my heels, licking the blood from my lips.
I stand and walk over to Ripper, picking him up and hugging him. He licks my chin and rubs up against my cheek.
"Did the bad man hurt you?" I ask him. He shakes his head. "Good. I have to go now. Do you want to come with me and be my pet?"
The kitten meows and licks my chin again. I put him on my shoulder, climb down the ladder, and walk away.

Well, that's it. Short and sweet. Feel free to review, but be nice. It's my first one...