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A huge grin covered my face as we walked out. The show was over; not that Steve would have noticed. He saw the spider performing man (cute guy) and turned pale and went silent….stayed that way for the rest of the time. I shuddered at the spider, but enjoyed the act none the less. I admired the name, Crepsley I think his name was, for having the courage to perform with such a creature.

As we passed Mr. Tall, we chatted for a minute. He was very polite and smiled warmly when I told him I especially loved the false ending. When we moved along, since there were people behind us, Steve grabbed my arm.

"I need you to go back home and sneak into bed. I'll be there in the morning…I hope."

I snorted, crossing my arms under my non existent bosom, "You really think I'd leave you here? Those were the first words you spoke in a while and they made no sense at all! What are you…"

"No!" He grabbed my arms in a harsh manner, "I'm serious Samantha! Go home and don't worry about me." My eyes widened when he called me by my full name. Reluctantly, I nodded and walked away. A grin slid on my face as I ran up some 'haunted balcony'.

A few minuets passed until I saw Steve appear on the stage. He looked as frightened as a baby lamb, his eyes darting everywhere. I stepped closer to the edge, glancing down at the mold covered floor. Shrugging it off, I paid attention to a man's shape falling down; those boards would hold my weight.

It was Mr. Crepsley!

What would Steve want with that man? I tried to listen but…their voices were too soft. However, his teeth was chattering louder than normal, echoing in this big place. I leaned closer to hear but stepped back, hearing the floorboards groan. Hopefully no one would have heard that.

"…And you're a vampire." I heard Steve's voice rise slightly.

My mouth dropped. So many thoughts raced through my mind as they spoke. I felt myself grow faint and fought to stay conscious. A vampire?! Steve wouldn't…lie…would he?

Suddenly I saw the boy who was my best friend shout and laugh menacingly, running out of the building. I stood there, unable to move. My breaths came in short gasps of shock. I watched Crepsley clean off the blood from his teeth, spitting every now and then. I failed to hear the balcony groan warningly under me.

Without warning, the moldy board gave in under my weight and a yelp left my lips as I came crashing into the ground.

I moaned in pain, taking the board that had been digging into my back out. Whatever I had landed on, it was soft. Oh…right…it was the moldy board. As I was about to stand, a hand grabbed my wrist and yanked me up effortlessly. It was Larten Crepsley, the man who gave me the flyer in the alley…and who was a vampire.

I gulped in fear and took a step back, my tennis shoes stepping on the soft balcony pieces. "I…" don't know whether to run before you kill me or try to talk my way out of this.

"You are the friend of that boy, Steve. Samantha, are you?" A sadistic grin came across his face, "I thought you had left earlier but it would seem you knew noting until now."

I didn't say anything, instead I thought and calculated (poorly) of how far I could get before he caught me. Suddenly I sprinted off. Just because I wasn't the best in soccer didn't mean I was slow. I got maybe six feet before his arms wrapped around my waist, holding me against his body.

"What should I do with you?" He asked softly in my ear, obviously enjoying my fear.

"Please, let me go." I spat out on impulse, "I wont' tell anyone, I swear!"

He spun me around, his eyes showing kindness despite his sneer. "…Fine then. Speak nothing or else I will track you down."

And so I ran.

The next day, I returned home from my friend Darren's house. His parents were a little worried when I showed up at the middle of the night, but they welcomed me none the less. I told them that my family got into a fight; I just needed a bed and a roof.

Darren was a good friend, although very curious at times.

My father was asleep when I got home and my mother was out working. My sister, who had been playing with dolls in the living room, jumped up and hugged me. I told her everything; even about the Cirque…well, except the vampire part.

Mother came home at night…

"Samantha! Where have you been?!" She exclaimed, sounding like Molly Weasley in the movie Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. "I've been looking all over the place! Where have you been staying at?!"

Sighing, I confessed, "I've been at Steve's and Darren's house."

"What?! Why don't you make some nice friends that are girls?!" She screeched, just like she had before.

Rolling my eyes without her seeing, I answered, "Because all the girls are too smug for me to talk to. I don't like them."

"Well you don't have to worry about any friends anymore…" She said, suddenly calm. "The marriage is next month. You'll be…"

"What?!" It was my time to scream. "I refuse to marry anyone whom I don't love! Especially at this age! And you can't make me!"

"Oh really? Who says I can't?"

"I'll…I'll…I'll…" Anger boiled up, my mouth spitting out all my thoughts at once. "I'll get Larten Crepsley the vampire to kill that man that you arranged to marry me!"

I froze.

Without letting my family react, I sprinted upstairs and locked my door. I paced the floor, panting in fear and frustration. I had yelled Crepsley's secret on complete accident. What would happen? Would he kill and eat me? Drain my blood? Harm my family?

Either way, I had to get out before the man whom I was supposed to marry came. I was about to pack when I remembered…I left my bag at Steve's. Damn!

Shaking, I grabbed a few small things and opened the window. I'd go to Steve's, get my bag and then…I didn't know. My foot touched the roof and I gasped, feeling just how slippery it was. I got my other foot out and leaned forward, about to grab my stuff. Suddenly my feet slipped…I felt myself get slammed down. As I slid down the roof, in too much pain to stop myself, I wondered if I was going to die.

A hand, a familiar one might I add, reached out and grabbed mine. With ease, the man lifted me up without any effort. I shook slightly when I landed on the roof, only to be carried down into the wooden area of my house. "You!" I shouted with fear. He smiled and put me on the ground.

"Is that any way to thank a man who saved your life?"

"You're not a man! You're a monster!" I yanked away a few steps.

"Why?" He sneered. "Because I'm a vampire? I heard you tell your family about…"

An idea popped into my head when he said 'vampire'. "I know a solution!" I exclaimed, "To keep me from spilling any more secrets…turn me into a half vampire."

"What?" This surprised him, stumped him.

"You heard about my marriage, no doubt, when I shouted about you. To keep my family from investigating, and to keep my freedom, turn me!"

(A/N: I'm lazy so let's say she got turned like Darren did.)

"We will need to fake your death so no one comes after you." He said as we walked back towards my house.

"How?" As he told me, I felt more and more regret by the second. The very idea scared the wits out of me! "…Fine."

Next chapter: The fake death. Review please.