Yup, chapter three is up now. I can now confirm that Vladimir will appear in the next chapter. This one is sort of the preface of how Stefan got into the Romanian coven and what he was doing up until that point. I don't own Twilight.
Warnings: Rape, attempt at suicide
We never hoped for this life that a cruel god gave to us
"Father, Father, let's go over here!" A small boy called out, tugging his Father along with him. The man just smiled and followed the boy to where he was going, not saying a word. Stefan watched them as they arrived closer to his cage, staring at him as if he were some rare species.
"Father, what's this one supposed to be?" The child asked. His Father cocked his head, looking at Stefan.
"Well son, I think this is a girl."
"Obviously. But she looks so..normal."
"She supposed to be normal," both males turned around to see a man with dirty blond hair and dark eyes, holding a whip in his hands. Stefan flinched when he came over, feeling nothing but dread. "This girl here has a secret. Only men are allowed to see what it is though." He said, winking towards the man, who immediatly stiffened.
"Darn it," the boy scowled, obviously not knowing what the man meant. He looked back at Stefan. "She's really pretty though."
Why do you watch me with those eyes?
Stefan just stared at the boy, who was begining to frown at the dead look in Stefan's eyes. He turned to the man. "Sir, why does she look so sad?"
"Sad?" The man replied, his grip on the whip tightning ever so slightly. "She's not sad, she's happy! Can't you tell?"
Stefan took that as his cue and smiled at the boy, who didn't know a fake smile when he saw it. The boy's father pulled the boy's arm and began to walk away, heading over to another section of the hut. The man glared at Stefan and motioned someone over. The person handed the man a vile and walked away, knowing full well what that vile would do. Stefan felt panic settle in him, but he did not show it.
The man grabbed Stefan's arm and stetched it out, uncaping the contents and pouring it on Stefan's pale arm. Stefan bit back a scream as the chemical burned his skin, a rotting smell filling the room. When the contents had cleared, he could see the burnt, dead skin on his arm and blood trickling down it. The man shoved his arm away, sneering at him. "If you do that again, I'll put water on it. Do you want to be blind too?"
What a rotten face
Stefan shook his head, clutching his arm to his chest and curling into the corner. The man walked away after that, watching some other deformed children run around entertaining people. When he was out of sight, the two headed twins, Aurelius and Antonetta, came over to him, pressing their faces against his bar. Stefan had hid his face in his arms, trying to not cry. He didn't want to get hurt again.
It's painful, It's so very painful
Aurelius gave him a sad look, the left half of his own face was rotting away just like Stefan's arm. He reached in, taking some of Stefan's curly hair and bringing it to his lips, trying to comfort him in his own way.
How can it not be so?
Aurelius closed his eyes, knowing full well that there was nothing he could really do for Stefan. They were all in constant pain.
That's what he said, but still we continue this circus
They unlocked Stefan's cage, helping him out and leading him to the next hut through a flap in the door where lots of men were standing there, looking at Stefan with hungry eyes. The man with the whip was there, smiling at the children. Antonetta smiled sweetly at the men, giving them all a little wave. She stood on Stefan's right, using her arm to indicate him.
We are having fun, we're having fun
The man with the whip cleared his throats. "Good evening men, tonight, I have something to treat you all with," he began in a loud voice. "See the girl here? She could be yours for an hour if you pay the right price." He motioned at Stefan. "But be warned, she has a secret and only one of you tonight will get to know it. Now, let's get bidding."
"I offer five shillings!"
"I offer fifteen shillings!"
We're having fun, at the circus
"I offer fifty shiilings!" One man called out. Everyone went silent after that. The man with the whip smiled at him.
"Fifty shillings going once..going twice...SOLD!"
The man stepped forward, looking at Stefan with a hungry look. The man with the whip took ahold of Stefan's shoulders, smiling at the man. "Now good sir, you can decide if you have her," his hands went down to Stefan's hips. "Or you can watch me."
Rotting apples, rotting apple eyes have weatherd skins
The man shook his head. "No, I want to have her!" The man with the whip nodded and shoved Stefan towards him, leading them into another room with a mattress.
"Have a good time," the man with the whip said and he disappeard. Stefan felt the man shove him down onto the mattress, ripping at his clothes and then gasping in surprise when he realized that Stefan was not a girl.
"Dear me," the man whispered. "This was definatly worth it. I'm going to give you such a good time." He stroked Stefan lovingly, in an odd way. His greasy beard made Stefan want to vomit. He continued to touch Stefan, the boy begining to shut down his emotions. The man could do whatever he wanted to him, but he would not feel it.
The man entered Stefan swiftly. It hurt, oh gods it hurt. It made him want to scream in protest, but he had learned to keep those feelings down a long time ago. Protesting would not save him, nothing would. Besides, some would call him a whore with the way his body reacted. His erection stood tall and proud as the man fondled him, his thrusts getting deeper and harder.
It was always men who did this though, women were not allowed to, though Stefan had no idea as to why. Not that he cared though, he wouldn't want a woman doing this to him anyway. The man let out an even harder thrust, releasing his seed into Stefan. He continued to twist and rub Stefan's erection until Stefan came as well, though he didn't say anything. The man pulled out and put himself back in his pants. He grinned at Stefan. "That was fun, I hope I can have you again sometime in the future."
I want to die, I want to die
Stefan was put back in his cage, his head leaning against the cold bars and he tried to think of something to take his mind off the pain. He could not think of anything though, there was nothing. He did spot something sharp next to him, and he picked it up. He brought the tip to his throat, his hands and head shaking as an idea came across his mind.
Won't someone please, get me out of this place?
He had seen other children do it, he had seen them cut there wrists and bleed out or stab an object through their throats. He could do it, he knew he could. It would only take a few seconds, a few agonizing seconds of pain, and then he would be cold, he could find peace.
As he sat there, holding it to his throat, he froze. He couldn't do it. Why couldn't he do it? Why was some god letting him suffer? What did he do wrong? Maybe, it would have been better if he were not born.
It is impossible for anyone to say and feel
He dropped the object, shoving it out of his cage. He couldn't, no, he wouldn't do it. He did not know why, but he felt like it would be wrong for him to do so. Either that, or he was destined to die here. He looked through out the hut looking at the others. Outside, he could see the two kids who'd had their leg muscles stretched to impossible lengths and were freakishly tall
The body is distorted to bend to that twisted figure
He knew they were hurting, but they didn't say anything. They just stood in each other's arms, dancing and dancing to entertain people.
To crawl on the illuminated street with paper lanterns
He turned away and looked at Remus, the cannibol, on the floor with that twisted, hungry grin on his face. He had been a normal child, until they started feeding him raw things
This child has to cower alone
The twins had returned to their cage, Aurelius trying to comfort Antonetta. Stefan knew that she only pretended to have fun so she wouldn't have rotting apples thrown in her face, like her brother. She did it for his sake as well. None of them said anything, but the message was clear. They were all going to die here. There was no future for them.
Poor Stefan! The whole thing about this circus is a true story! In Japan, children were kidnapped and used for experiments and later on, freak shows. Kids were sewn together, had animal parts sewn on them and forced into cannibolism. All this would happen in these tents, and if kids disobeyed or fought back, acid would be thrown in their faces. Even kids were raped for the amusement of the people. It's really sad. The song was called Dark woods circus by Vocaloid