DISCLAIMER: Don't own Cirque, never will (CRY)
SUMMARY: Sierra Moon was promised something that she knew would change her life forever. When she comes across an old flyer in her basement, she has to decide whether to follow her destiny, or her promise but love's always a burden to bear.
TITLE: Sierra Moon
CHAPTER 2
The roads were dark and an intimidating silence hung over them all. She sighed and looked from left to right, there was no trace of anybody but thunder and lightning plagued the sky and dominated her courage. If she was afraid of one thing… it would be lightning. As a child, she was told things. Unpleasant things that would govern her dreams and convert them into the harshest of nightmares, her father told them her. He usually told her of the un-dead and more importantly what they did. He told her that lightning would occur when someone in the heaven was angry and strike it on the person who he was angry at. It doesn't sound so scary but she was always weary of what she did. She, of course, didn't want to anger the heavens. It was raining to. Washing it all away, all her anger at her father for being so damn confusing, all her hopes and ambitions, her life, her father told her one more thing that rattled her brain. He told her of a magical place called the Cirque Du Freak.
He said that it harbours creatures you could never imagine like a man with two bellies, a half man, half snake boy, a woman with the largest teeth in the world. He also told her that vampires lived there. One who she recognised from the letter called Larten Crepsley. He told her to not fear them for they are not as carnivorous but she still vowed that she would never step within a foot closer to one. She could not believe how this had only just occurred to her. She had been thinking over it for a while and only now had she remembered.
The streets were dark and dim lit by scarce streetlamps which would appear every five to ten minutes or so. On each road was about one or two streetlamps so you can imagine how dim it was. A cold wind blew through the air and set an eerie howl across the land. Sierra huddled her coat closer and continued her trek. She couldn't move the feeling that she was being watched. As if someone was constantly there… staring at her every move, gazing at her legs as they switched places and one fell in front of the other. She listened to the rain as it poured down from above. Each solitary drop sang a melody as it tumbled down onto the hard floor.
It was hard to say goodbye… too hard. But she felt safe. She was in the arms of her father, he was guiding her. She would be a leader someday and she would rule the people who belonged to her. Before she reached the end of the road, she stopped and listened. She could hear whispering, yes, people whispering.
Listen, listen, listen, listen.
And in the background of that,
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop.
She ignored the whistles and continued to wander down the streets. At the end, she came to a long, stretching field that went on for miles. There was no other way but to cross it so she set off along the drenched, muddy grass. She knew that by the morning, when the sun peaked up from the hilly verges of Oklahoma and set a golden tint along the fields and house roofs, she'd be long gone. She'd no longer need a reason for living because she had one. She'd be away to anywhere and she didn't care if she never came back. There was no going back… this was it.
The grass felt heavy under her feet and slowed her down. Every step, she thought of her mum. She wanted to tell her but she knew that she'd only cry and scream at her. She wasn't completely sure she could handle seeing her mum cry, it was just too painful and seeing it when her dad died was enough to break her heart. Besides, she'd only tell her it was nonsense and her dad was dead. It was a stupid and dangerous idea that would only put her and her mum in threat. Sierra wouldn't blame her even if she did. It's obvious she'd be protective of the only family she had left.
She figured, if she had already dreamt the dreams, she could dream no more. It was pointless chasing an evitable dream she would never reach, she would just waste her time. She was leaving, like really leaving. She'd tell no one, not even her best friends. They'd only try to drag her down and make her stay. Tears dripped onto her cheeks and she wiped them away with no hesitation. Her heart beat like a drum… steady… slow… motionless… loudly.
Soon after, well about an hour after actually; she came across a sign that read 'Cirque Du Freak'. She ambled in and scanned the room.
"Hello my dear." A familiar voice uttered from behind her. Turning, she felt uneasy on her feet but grew stronger. A pale white flushed through her face and her eyes grew watery. Her throat was dry and she swallowed repeatedly to get the moisture back.
"Dad?" She strained her words but managed to make them clearly.
"You're safe now." He replied and smiled that smile she wanted to miss but… it wasn't his smile. At least she didn't remember it as his smile.
A/N: Well, there you go. Hope it was okay and thanks to 'The Flame In All Of Us' for the reviews. :D