The Vampire Meet: Begin Again

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Disclaimer: :(...totally don't own the Cirque Du Freak...only Renee and Jay.

Chapter zwei

So this was surely turning out to be a not so normal night for me. Less than half an hour ago I was dodging a bottle of booze aimed at my head, and now my arms and legs were fastened tightly around a man, a self-proclaimed freak, who I had only known for about fifteen minutes. Now we were on our way to an old theater to see some underground freak show. When I was in a somewhat comfortable position, Mr Creplsey turned his head a bit to see me. "Do not let go of me no matter what, that is very important!" he warned me.

I nodded. He grinned turning back, then slipped his arms under my legs to hold me. Though I had heard him, my mind and senses were being flooded by his scent. He was wearing some type of cologne I was not familiar with, and not only that, but his clothes were clean and a natural musky odor was mixed in with him also. Quietly, and very creepily, I closed my eyes and put my nose within half and inch of his neck and inhaled him. Mmm...good God he smelled amazing.

A tingly sensation was about to take over me, when suddenly my hair was blowing wildly in my face and eyes. I lifted my head up to see if a tornado had just formed in front of us, but instead opened them to a terrifying yet incredible sight. The scenery around us became blurry and mixed like dark water colors. What was more frightening was the fact that it was Mr Crepsley that was moving, and not my mind on a spontaneous LSD trip. I could not believe this was happening, I mean this stuff only happens in movies and dreams!

"What the fuck is happening?" I practically bellowed in his ear. This was insane! How was he doing this? My grip tightened harder around him, and I could hear Mr Crepsley coughing, so I loosened it a bit for him. "Do not be frightened Renee, it is just a little trick I picked up over the years." he said with a playful tone. Everything was going by so fast! I tried to think logically for a moment but my mind was completely sucked into this. "You are gonna tell me where you learned this trick man!" I laughed and squeezed tighter. He laughed as well.

When I looked down it seemed as if his legs and feet weren't moving fast at all, and by the time I looked back up, we were already stopping in front of the run down theater. He finished our trip at a jogging pace up to the massive front doors, then stopped. "You may let go now dear, it is safe." Mr Crepsley patted my hand, which was glued to the front of his red suit in a death grip. I eventually did let go a second later, and immediately fell to the ground. Everything was spinning and my head felt like it would pop.

Blood was all over me once again from the wound in my arm. The handkerchief he had used to cover it up had come off during the flight, or whatever he called it. My head felt like a ton of bricks and the coppery scent of the blood was sickening, so sickening that I threw up all over the curb. "Charna's guts!" I heard Crepsley choke out and felt him rush to my side. "You must have bled all the way here! I must get you inside right now before you blackout."

The sick feeling intensified as he lifted me off the ground and swiftly carried me to the front door. "I have to open the door Renee, so I am going to put you down for-" Before he could finish, the huge wooden doors to the theater swung open. My eyes must have been playing a trick on me, they had to be! Standing in the doorway was a living giant! He had to be around 9ft tall with a semi-deformed face. "Give her to me." he boomed while stretching out his gigantic hands toward me. Before the giant could settle me in his grasp...darkness...

The night sky was extremely black, with only the stars and the half moon to illuminate my surroundings. The grass beneath me was moist and abnormally green. The man next to me was sprawled out, clad in a handsome red attire with a soft smile on his face. "This is a beautiful day." I could hear myself mumble, though it didn't make sense. "Sweetie you're bleeding all over the place, please stop it." was the response I received. The scary thing was his lips didn't move when he spoke...and he was right.

I awoke to the warm caressing of someone's hand against my cheek. My eyes focused and I could see it was a very beautiful woman with sandy blond hair. Behind her was Mr Crepsley, and behind him, a clock. It was five minutes until midnight. "What happened?" I groggily asked. The woman spoke in an accent that was beyond me. "Oh thank the Gods she is awake." Mr Crepsley gave a sigh of relief. I closed my eyes and huffed, then suddenly remembered what had happened. I gingerly untangled my arm from the blanket it was under and looked down at my arm.

The wound from earlier had been covered with white medical tape, but I didn't feel any pain. "Did you slip me some meds? The pain is completely gone." I questioned with confusion. "Absolutely not. We would not give you a sedative without permission." Mr Crepsley assured me. I made a face and looked back at the tape. There wasn't even any blood soaked through it. "Did you stitch it up and numb it with something?" I asked while keeping my eyes on the tape.

He walked over and helped me to my feet. "The show is about to begin. I talked to the owner of the show, my friend, and he has reserved a seat for you in the audience. Go and get ready." Mr Crepsley flashed a small, tight smile. I gave a little smile of my own and stood up with the help of the blond woman. I wanted to ask why he had blown off my question, but when I looked behind me he was gone. I decided to just head out to find where the stage was. There was barely any light to guide me through the various hallways, but the lack of light was kind of a relief. My arm may not have been hurting, but my head was killing me! A few turns and twists later finally led me to medium sized double doors. There was talk behind them so I figured this was where the show would take place.

I opened the door slowly and peaked around it. I was pretty surprised to see a full house. There were men, women and teens grouped about. Most were sitting, talking, and awaiting the performances. On the tips of my red, blood stained low-tops I strained to find the reserved seat. "The third row, middle seat little one." a deep, booming voice echoed behind me. I felt my insides turn icy cold as I turned to see the stomach of someone very, very tall towering over me.

I looked up to see the tallest man ever! He was wearing a red and black circus outfit with-wait a minute. The giant from before! As soon as I remembered him from earlier, I cursed myself for thinking there were a hoard of giants roaming around here. Now that I was closer and conscious, his features were crystal clear. I could see his shaggy brown hair sticking from beneath the rim of his top hat, and two navy blue eyes were fixed on me. When our eyes locked he smiled, and at first I thought he had no teeth. But that was an illusion, because I adjusted my eyes and realized there were tiny black bumps instead of teeth. The man reminded me a lot of Tiny from House of a 1000 Corpses, only a lot less deformed, and he talked. Oh, and was somewhat good looking. Do I have a taste in men or WHAT?

For the longest time I couldn't move, fearing the colossus would grab me or something, which was a stupid thought. All I could do was give a quick smile, nod my head, and walk away. As I did the man said, with as gentle a tone he could conjure, "I am Mr Tall by the way." I started nervously laughing to myself walking to my seat. "That was Mr Tall? I would've never guessed that was him, Heavens no!" I said with a sarcastic tone inside my head. When I finally got to my seat, I looked over my shoulder to see if he was still there. Tall was in the shadows now, and pointing a finger to the ground. I shifted my eyes to the seat below me and saw that there was a note on it. Surprised nobody else had taken it, I picked the flimsy red paper up and read it.

"I hope you enjoy this true and genuine freak show, as Larten put it. We wish for you to stay afterwards and join the Cirque in the back. An assistant will come and escort you afterwards. Do not be afraid though, Renee. They wont bite. We have already fed them. Do enjoy."

- H. Tall

The biting part made me a little nervous, though it was probably just a little joke, but I was excited still to spend some time with all of the freaks, especially Larten Crepsley. Larten...he totally looked like a Larten. Man I couldn't wait to see his act. "Oi! Ya gonna stand for the show or what?" a rough British accent beside me barked. I looked over to my right to see a punkish, no, truly punk dude.

He was sporting a pair of skin tight, patch work pants with red suspenders hanging beside them, a sleeveless black shirt with a red Anarchy symbol and paint splatters, and faded maroon army boots. His hair was also a work of art. The most of it was bleach blond, while the tips were dark blue and the roots were black and red in a jelled up Mohawk. There were tattoos down his shoulder, arms, some on his hands, and a few piercing on his face as well.

"Sorry sir if I'm bothering you with my unlady like standing. Please accept my apology." I snorted and sat down. "No need to get all crazy on me arse," he laughed, "just trying to be 'asshole' friendly, but I guess the accent makes me sound like a real wanker." Smirking, he extended his hand, "Names Jay." I shook his hand hard, "Renee, nice to meet you. Oi!" I shouted suddenly, not expecting it to echo. The people in the next row went wide-eyed and coughed uncomfortably.

Jay laughed out loud and slapped the seat. He placed a strong tattooed hand on top of my head and messed up my hair like an older brother would do. "You gotta set ah' lungs girly! I like it." he laughed again, just as the lights in the theater began to dim. Chatter faded to silence. My heart started to race as my eyes immediately adjusted to the darkness. The show was about to begin.

Everyone in the audience remained quiet as the dusty velvet curtain of the stage began rising up. When it was no longer in sight a familiar giant was standing in the very middle of the stage. "Ladies," Mr Tall boomed, "and gentlemen. Children of all ages. I am glad you could all join us on this night. I must warn you first off, that the acts you are to be seeing tonight are very dangerous, they are being performed by professionals who were not only born with some of their talents, but who know what they are doing. Trying these at home could be fatal! Now then let us get on with the show. My name, believe it or not, is Mr Tall." he made a funny surprised face and we all laughed.

Jay leaned closer to me as Mr Tall began to speak again. "All of the exciting history of the Cirque Du Freak and its performers can be found in the programs beneath your chairs. So I will not spend time talking my head off. For those of you who are worried about the time, are show will last from midnight until two. Let us get right into our first act. This is by far the most dangerous act. We must demand that no one taunt nor provoke, or do anything that might distress him. Little ones, I give you, Wolf Man!" he left the stage, and Wolf Man took his place.

Four women in metallic silver suits came rolling out a cage. The men in the audience began to make cat calls at the thin, busty women. That all stopped though when the black sheet was removed from the cage. As the women backed away from the cage, a better view of the creature sent a gasp throughout the theater. Tall wasn't kidding when he said Wolf Man. You could see the mannish features in its face, but the rest of him was straight up werewolf!

He was covered in thick, wiry brown fur from head to toes. It bushed out some around his face, giving it a mane like look. He was snarling like crazy, which showed off his long jagged teeth which were a brownish yellow color, much like his eyes. Either this was the work of the make-up artists from the Lord of the Rings or this was a real wolf man. I was betting on the latter. One of the women brought out a piece of raw meat for the Wolf Man, but in a haste dropped it and bent over to pick it up.

Some douche bag teens in the back started meowing like cats and laughing loudly about it, which seemed to enrage the Wolf Man. He began shaking the thick metal bars of his cage, which slung the transparent slobber from his mouth everywhere, even on the four metallic women. Out of thin air it seemed, Mr Tall came towering out. "What did I say about making noises?" his voice was more like a sonic boom now. The boys stopped dead in the middle of a call with fear painted on their faces, but not because of his command.

"Oh my God the cage is open!" a teenage girl from the back screamed with a pointed finger. I looked up at the stage to see a horrifying sight. The Wolf Man had unlatched his cage from the shaking and began barreling straight for the boys. Panic struck the people of the audience as the ravaging ball of fur and fangs hurtled towards the back, set to kill his targeted prey.

OH MY GAWD! My first cliff hanger :D Reviews will this story on.