Hello people I never said hello to in the first chapter!! I just wanted to get it published. So far, i don't have too many fans, but, hey, that's why I DO NOT OWN CIRQUE DU FREAK!!! (disclaimer; hint hint)

Anyway, this story is three years after Mr. Crepsley takes Rosie in. She is ten years old and it's SNOWING!! Well, somethin' bad happens.


"Mr. Crepsley!" Rosie said, tapping the outside of my coffin. I groaned and opened it.

"What?" I growled.

"Look!" she pointed to the window. I got out of my coffin and peaked through the heavy curtains. Snow. Large puffy sheets of bright, white snow. Most of it undisturbed in the late night. Strange, I do not normally sleep in.

I replaced the curtain and looked back at Rosie. She was grinning widely and was hoping slightly on the balls of her feet. I tried to hide my smile.

"What about it?" I asked.

"It's snowing!" she threw her arms in the air and spun in a circle, stumbling slightly.

I put on an innocent face and shook my head, "It is not snowing, Rosie."

Her smile slowly fell, "What?"

"I said, it is not snowing." I could not hold in a sharp laugh as she stomped over to the window sill and pull herself up. She opened the curtains with watery eyes and gasped, "Yeah huh!" she exclaimed, pointing.

"Actually, Rosie," I pointed out, "It stopped snowing."

She giggled and almost fell off the sill. I caught her before she fell.

"Rosie! Be careful," I scolded.

"It snowed!" she said, "Let's go ice skating!"

I carried her to her room, "You do not have any ice skated, Rosie," I reminded her, dropping her on her bed. She giggled.

"Who needs ice skates?" she asked.

I knelt so that I was at eye level with her, "Little girls named Rosie need ice skates."

She pouted and stubbornly crossed her arms.

"We can, however, do other activities," I told her.

Her eyes sparked again, "Really? Like what?"

"We can make those people of snow," I tried, "Or roll around in the snow and make shapes."

She rolled her eyes, "Snow angels, old man."

I narrowed my eyes. Her mocking smile faltered a bit. My features softened, "That too."

She thought for a moment, "What do you want to do, Mr. Crepsley?"

"Let me get you bundled up and I will think of something." I told her.

About an hour, we were outside, throwing large balls of snow at each other. She got me good in the face, so I charged towards her, picked her up and roared playfully. She screamed and laughed. I threw her in a pile of snow. She did not emerge from the pile and I knelt to examine the pile. Suddenly, a huge pile of snow was stuffed in my face.

"Pphhh!" I mumbled, falling back. I wiped my face. Rosie was still in the pile, waist deep, laughing.

"Now you are going to get it," I growled. She stopped laughing and looked at me with wide eyes. She fled.

I ran after her, pretending to be upset and angry, but, honestly, I thought she was the most adorable creature in the world. Very fresh, but, still, adorable.

I let her outrun me. She ran ahead and ran through a spilt of bushes. I also ran through. I almost ran her over.

She was standing at the edge of a frozen lake. The surface sparkled with ice and snow. It was beautiful in the glistening moonlight. I stood close behind her, staring at her curiously.

She looked up at me. Agh, those eyes! She gave me those irresistible eyes! Those large brown eyes that almost always got her what she wanted.

I sighed, defeated, and nodded. Her eyes lightened. She stepped onto the slippery ice and slid. She had amazing agility for a ten-year-old. She did not fall, though waved her arms to keep her balance. She told me that her father would take her ice-skating. She wanted to be a figure skater. I was sad, watching her move about the lake with no skates. I felt like I had ripped her dream from her.

I heard a crack.

"Rosie," I said immediately. She stopped and looked back at me. "Let us go now."

Her face fell, "Why?"

"Because when we get back to the hotel, we can make hot chocolate," I promised.

She smiled again and 'skated' towards me. Then, the unthinkable happened.

She slipped. She fell.

Her body crashed against the ice and the ice broke. Her body went under. Not a sound escaped her lips.

I quickly made my way across the frozen lake. I plunged my arm into the water. The sudden hit of adrenaline that hit me when she fell masked the intense cold. I grabbed onto something and pulled it up. It was Rosie's jacket. She was not wearing it.

Swearing loudly, I dove in. The cold stung my cheeks and froze my toes, but I ignored it. I could see Rosie several feet below me. Her hair floated around her head. Her feet kicked lightly and small bubbles escaped her slightly parted lips.

I swan after her and finally took hold of her hand. I pulled her close to me and kicked my legs hard. The top of my head hit the icy surface and I swore. But instead of sounds, bubbles exploded from my mouth. I punched the surface and used my quickly fading strength to pull her out first. I climbed out after her. Looking at her face sent another wave of adrenaline running through my veins. I quickly picked her up and flitted across the lake. I huge split appeared on the ice where I flitted and the ice broke apart.

She was ghastly pale, almost gray. Her lips were still and a light blue. I shed off her heavy jacket. Only then did I realize that she was not breathing.

Acting fast, I started pumping her chest. Water came out of her mouth in a steady flow.

Tears rolled down my face as I pounded the life back into her. Three years. Only three years and it was going to end. Just like that. A tear rolled off my nose and I saw it drop on her upper lip.

She coughed and water splattered out of her mouth. Her eyes were still closed, but she was gasping for breath. Her lips moved, like she was trying to say something.

"Rosie!" I howled in delight. I took her in my arms and hugged her close. She braced her shaking arms against my chest, not liking the sudden intrusion in her space. "I must get you home."

I tried ignoring the extreme cold I was in as I flitted back to the hotel we were staying at. I scaled the wall as to not raise suspicion of the employees. I put her on one of the beds and started removing her clothes. Her arms and legs were coated with cold water and her own clammy sweat. I dried her off quickly and tucked her into the bed, using extra blankets from the other bed next to it.

The exhaustion hit me like a slap in the face. I stumbled and managed to catch myself on the corner of her bed. I had been moving mostly by adrenaline and now that there was nothing else I could do for her, I was weak.

I practically crawled to my coffin under the other bed and tried stripping my own clothing. I do not remember if I ever made it to my coffin because I blacked out struggling with my tie.

My eyes fluttered open. It was pitch black, even for my eyes. I picked my aching head up quickly and a sharp pain traveled from my head to my neck. Charna's Guts! How on earth did I get in my coffin!

I opened the door. Someone had also pulled my coffin out from under the bed. Weird.

"Evening, Larten," I heard.

"Gavner," I sighed and laughed at the same time.

He poked his head out from the top of the bed. Not Rosie's, of course. He was grinning stupidly.

"You know, even though you were freezing cold, almost completely blue, your jacket thrown to the floor next to you and your pants unbuckled and hanging around your arse, I was still scared as hell for you." He said seriously.

I growled, "Weird, because if I saw you like that, I would not be surprised at all."

"Touché," he shrugged.

I climbed out of my coffin. Gavner had also dressed me. Not normal for him. I raised my eyebrow.

"What?" he asked innocently

"You undressed me, cleaned me up, redressed me, and put me in my coffin?" I asked.

He nodded slowly.

I narrowed my eyes, "You did not even put my coffin back under the bed, thus making it difficult for me to get out when I woke up."

Something flashed across his eyes.

"Spill," I said simply.

He jerked his head to the bed behind me. Rosie was still lying in the bed, wrapped comfortably in all the blankets. She had turned on her side and was breathing evenly. She was still a little pale, but her lips were ruby once again.

"Care to explain?" he asked.

I sighed and sat down on the bed. I stroked her hair. She sighed contently and shifted.

"I love her."

"Is she why you quit being a General?" he asked. Something like jealously was in his voice.

I nodded, "I-I could not help myself. She is so young now, but I honestly could not control myself. I do not regret it. I love her more then anything."

I looked back at Gavner. He was smiling. "Do you have any regrets?"

I looked back at Rosie. She looked so peaceful asleep, but no longer dead looking. A tear rolled down my cheek. I swiped it away before Gavner could notice, "I have no regrets."

Gavner stood. "I believe you, Larten." He patted my shoulder.

"So, what brings you here?" I asked him.

"I had a vampaneze to take care of. Don't worry, I got him."

"I did not here about random killings in these parts," I muttered.

"They started about three days ago." Gavner said. He shifted uncomfortably.

I glared at him, "How long was I out?"

"Three days." Gavner answered quickly.

I swore under my breath. "How about her?" I nodded my head at Rosie.

"Same." He shrugged, "She's been tossing and turning and talking in her sleep though. She should wake up soon."

As if on cue, Rosie sighed heavily and turned to face me. She sniffed and mumbled something I could not decipher. Then she became immobile and was breathing evenly.

I feared for her.


Well, wasn't that just a really sucky ending? A sucky ending for a sucky chapter.

Have a nice day *death's touch*