This took forever, about a week holding the book in my face, spraining my wrist and doing school work. Sorry for the long wait, I put my energy into this chapter and you'll see a lot of humor in it.

Disclaimer: I do not own any Darren Shan Characters

Now to the chapter!

The tickets were for Saturday's show. Giving me the time to ask my parents for permission to stay at Steve's house for the night. I didn't dare mention the freak show, which left me a sliver of guilt because I'd knew what they would say if they knew about it. But I wasn't lying; all I'd done was keep my mouth shut.

Saturday couldn't come any quicker, when the day rolled by, I was a pocket full of sunshine. Steve invited me over for an important subject he wanted to discuss with me. He wouldn't tell me over the phone, only said he'll explain it when I'm there.

I blew kisses to each member of my family as I slipped out of my house. Robyn knew about the freak show being tonight, I promise to bring her back a souvenir - and not one of those cheap crappy ones. But she'd have to hide it, which I could help her with that - because of my mad hiding skills.

I ran over to Steve's. His house wasn't to far away - plus I love the rush and the wind in my face.

At seven I creped over near his house. I saw Steve at the doorstep leaning against his door, staring at the ground. He looked up when he heard me nearing.

"About time," he laughed. "For a second there, I thought you were going to bail on me."

"Now why would I do that," I asked, breathing heavily. Steve shrugged his shoulders in response.

Steve pulled me inside. I didn't even have enough time to take off my jacket or shoes. Mrs. Leonard came around the kitchen corner. She smiled sweetly and asked if I wanted anything to eat or drink.

"No thanks I'm good, Mrs. L." I told her.

"I'd like some caviar and champagne." Steve muttered. I'd normally laugh at things like that, but the tone of Steve's voice wasn't a pleasant one.

For some reason Steve never got along with his mom. He always says he would move away when he turns 18. Which is only a year away. His dad left when Steve was very young and he never knew why or where he went. Thus ending up leaving Steve and his mom to argue and shout at each other till their both blue in the face. I always wanted to ask why, but that's not the kind of stuff you ask a guy.

"So what did you want to tell me?" I asked, when we entered Steve's room.

Silence.

"Steve," I said. He was staring at me barely blinking. I checked behind me just to be sure it was me he was looking at.

"We're good friends right." Steve asked, out of the blue.

"That's random," I snorted.

"Just answer the question!" He ordered, taking me off guard. "...Please."

"Of course we're friends, best friends," I answered. "Or at least I hope we are."

"We are," Steve said. "But I just want to be...more."

"Huh? What did you say, I don't think I caught that." I smirked, just wanting to hear it again.

"You heard me," he mumbled.

"Mmm, but I want to hear it again."

"I want to be your boy friend," He sighed, then scratched his neck. "I want you to be my girl friend."

Never in my life that I thought this would happen to me. To tell the truth I wasn't surprised to hear it from Steve. After I kissed Steve - only in a state of excitement that I had no control over what I was doing - I hints a different side from Steve. I read him like a book, but I never knew it would be so soon.

"Hmm, I don't know." I smiled, pretending to thinking about an answer. But Steve caught me red handed.

"Sarah," Steve laughed. I smiled then snorted in response.

Steve lifted my chin so that his lips met mine and kissed me passionately. I was shocked at first but then began to kiss him back. He had never done this before and I would've been concerned if he hadn't turned my brain to mush because of that kiss. His tongue grazed my bottom lip, begging an entrance and I parted my mouth to grant it to him. His tongue explored my mouth and he started kissing my with more need and hunger. I never experience anything like it in my life before, it felt so right, I didn't want to stop.

Steve was the first to pull away - that kiss was the symbol of the start of our relationship. I was bubbling inside - if that makes any sense. But then we got right down into business.

"How are we going to sneak out?" I asked, cutting to the chase.

"It's okay," Steve smiled. "My mom won't bother us tonight. We had our agreements, and she promised to stay clear of my room. And just to be sure, she won't be home tonight."

"Hmm, very clever," I mumbled, while rubbing my chin. "You had this well planned out."

"Well of course I did," He said. "We'll be on our date and no one will ever know." I smiled to how he worded it to 'our date'.

To pass the time Steve rolled out new monster poster that he'd mentioned about days ago. They all looked very life like. I was fascinated by the details and designs. My artist side was taking over again.

Steve always tried to scare me with the graphic spider ones. He'd stick them in my face expecting me to shirk like a little girl. It never worked; it may have gotten me before, but not any more.

His favorites were the vampire ones. He had a nap for them, actually more of an up session. I enjoyed hearing him talk about them; he was an expert on them. If vampires were a subject in school, he'd be getting A+ all the time.

When the time came, shortly after nine, Steve's mom was already gone out. Making it easy for us to escape freely. We walked instead of taking Steve's black truck; it was more romantic that way.

It was a long walk, longer then we expected it to be. And we nearly didn't make it. We had to run the last quarter-mile. I was dead tired but tried not to show did.

Steve stopped at an old theater that my parents would had use to watch movies there as kids. I seen it a couple of times before it was closed down, but after that I'd thought it was bulldozed down.

There were no names outside the door, and no cars parked anyway. This was a distorted piece of land called No-Where vile. The building was tall and dark, covered in jagged gray stones. All the windows were broken or boarded, and the door looked as if any second it blow away.

"Are you sure this is the place?" I asked, trying to cover up how scared I was.

"This is what it says on the tickets," Steve said, checking the tickets again, just to be sure. "Yep, this is it."

"I don't know, maybe it's a scheme, and we've been tricked," I mumbled. "At least I hope it's not."

"Maybe." Steve murmured. I gave him a nervous glance.

"Let's go investigate the crime seen." I smiled, pulling on a brave face.

Gazing up at the scary building I gulped. Steve took my hand and we intertwined our fingers. And with that we went in.

We found ourselves standing in a long, dark, cold corridor. My slim jacket that I couldn't even zipper up, had me shivering.

"Man it's freezing in here," I noted. "It's warmer outside."

"Your always cold," Steve joked, even though it's true.

We continued the detour down the dark hall. If this is some scheme I swear I'll kill anyone who steps path of me. I stopped and looked around at my surroundings, Steve kept going leave me to trail behind.

"Can I help you two?" A dark voice said. I screamed in high pick then body chucked Steve. We both hurled to the ground faster then a sack of potatoes.

"My apologizes miss, I didn't mean to frighten you." I stumbled up to meet eyes of what I was certain was the tallest man in the world.

"I was - we were - freak show," I stammered. He smiled showing black pointy teeth. His eyes looked like black sockets.

"I see," the man muttered. "Do you have tickets."

"Yes," Steve said, showing him his ticket.

"Very good," he grinned. Then turned to me. "How about you, Sarah? Do you have a ticket?"

"By the looks of it," I said, reaching into my shoe for it. Then pulled it out. "Yes I do."

Wait a minute, creepy guy knows my name. Nothing weird about that. Steve and I exchanged glances for a brief second.

"My name is Mr. Tall," he said. "I own the Cirque Du Freak."

"Um, how in the world did you know my name?" I asked, but after saying it I immediately regretted it. Stupid urges, you make me do stuff without thinking.

Mr. Tall laughed and bent down, so he met me directly in the eyes. "I know lots of things," He said softly. "I know you always thought you were adopted. I know that you hate to smile. I know you never had a boy friend. And I know how you won the ticket."

"Ha ha how." I stuttered. My jaw was flapping up and down like a piece of paper in the breeze. I wasn't sure if he heard me. If he did he decided not to answer, because he stood up and turned away from us.

"We must hurry," he noted, beginning to walk away. "The show is about to begin. Everyone else is present and seated. You are late. You're lucky we didn't start without you."

"Thank you." I mumbled more to myself. Then Steve and I rushed after him.

He stood by two blue curtains in front of us. Steve and I looked at each other and gulped.

"Tickets, please," he said. We handed over the tickets and watched him chew them to bits then swallow.

"Hungry much." I snickered. But no one seemed to hear me.

"Are you old enough, say yes." Mr. Tall demanded.

"Yes," Steve and I said at equal time.

"Good, proceeded." He replied. I nodded then pushed through the curtains, I wasn't sure if Steve was following or not.

The room was huge. Deck chairs were lined in rows where the old theater chairs use to be. I scanned my eyes over for an empty place to be seated. The last two were in the front. I pulled Steve over towards them, than sat down.

"Wow, we're finally here," I squealed happily. "Can't wait till the show starts."

"Me too." Steve added.

All of a sudden a bunch of trumpet blew and the whole place went silent. All the lights went out, and the volume fell. A center light fixed on in the middle of the stage.

For a few seconds silence, but then two women rolled a cage onto the stage. It was on wheels and covered in a red cloth. When they got to the middle of the stage they stop, and backed away from the cage.

Before I new it the cloth flew off revealing the first freak. And that's when the screaming began.

There was no need for screaming. The freak was locked up in a cage. But he was pretty shocking, and I knew it was the wolf-man. He was very ugly, and covered all in hair. His eyes were yellow while his teeth were red. I was amazing yet frighten by the beast.

He shook the bars of the cage and roared. Making me and almost every other girl to scream. Yes I screamed I get startled easily so let's just say I didn't see that coming.

The wolf-man went on shaking the bars and jumping around, before somewhat calming down. Mr. Tall stepped out and spoke.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he announced. "Welcome to the Cirque Du Freak, home of the world's most remarkable human beings." We all clapped then stopped waiting for him to begin speaking again.

"We are an ancient circus," he went on. "We have toured for five hundred years, bringing the grotesque to generations after generations. Our lineup has changed many times, but never our aim, which is to astound and terrify you! We present acts both frightening and bizarre, acts you can find nowhere else in the world."

"Those who are easily scared should leave now," he warned. "I'm sure there are people who came tonight thinking it was a scheme. Maybe they thought our freaks would be people in masks, or harmless misfits. This is not so! Every act you see tonight is real. Each performer is unique. And none are harmless." that was the end of his speech, and then he walked off the stage.

Two beautiful women in shiny suits came on next and unlocked the cage door holding back the wolf-man. I had the urge to yell at them saying:

"ARE YOU TWO A COMPLETE OF IDIOTS! OPENING THE CAGE OF THE WOLF-MAN!" But of course I held it back.

I felt stupid after one of the ladies hypnotized him with her fingers. The other spoke out to the crowd.

"You all must be very quiet," She said in a foreign accent. "The wolf-man will not be able to hurt you as long we control him, but loud sounds could wake him up, and then he would be deadly!"

When they were ready, they stepped down from the stage and walked up the aisles. His hair was a dirty grey and he walked with stoops. They let us stroke him if we wanted, but we had to be gentle. Steve and I rubbed when he past by, I wasn't going to let fear stop me from a once in a lifetime opportunity.

The wolf-man went all around then back into his cage. We all clapped in amazement. Then the second freak came out, Alexander Ribs. It was more of a comedy act then a scary one. Putting him as my top favorite.

Alexander Ribs was the skinniest man I'd even seen. He looked like a skeleton. It was gross but made me laugh and smile. Weird music played and he danced around the stage. He was dressed in a ballet clothes and look so ridiculous that soon everyone was laughing.

After awhile he stopped and began stretching. He said he was contortionist. First, he tilted head back so far; it looked like it had been cut off. He turned around so we could see his up side down face, then leaning backward until his head was touching the floor. Then he put his hands around the back of his legs and pulled his head through until it was sticking up in front of him.

We gave him a huge round of applause for that, after which he straighten up. Next he got two drumsticks with furry ends. He took the first drumstick and hit one of his ribs. He opened his mouth and a musical note sprang out. It sounded just like a piano. Before I knew it he was playing a familiar song, "Mary Had A Little Lamb."

The skinny man left the stage. After Alexander Ribs came Rhamus Twobellies. He look the complete opposite of Alexander, he was ENORMOUS. The floorboards creaked as he walked onto stage. I half hope he'd break through but he didn't.

He stopped in the center of the stage. "Hello." He said in a very jolly voice. Which kind of remind me of Santa. "My name is Rhamus Twobellies, and I really have two bellies. I was born with them, and same way certain animals are. The doctor was stunned and said I was a freak. That's why I joined this show and am here tonight."

The same ladies who hypnotized the wolf-man came out with carts full of food that could feed a whole army. I don't even want to name all of them, half of them I never seen in my life before. Forget taste.

"Yum yum," Rhamus licked his lips. He pointed to a clock being lowered by a rope above. "How long do you think it will take me to eat all of this." He asked, gesturing towards the food.

People randomly start shooting out guess. I shouted my voice over theirs saying:

"FIVE MINUTES!"

When we all finished guessing, the clock started to tick and Rhamus started to eat. He didn't even he chew his food; just shove it down like Advil. His sped eating amazed me.

Finally, Rhamus scoffed the last donut and the clock above him stopped.

Four minutes and fifty-six seconds, wow I was close. I didn't even mean to be, I said mine more as a joke.

"That was nice," Rhamus said, "but I could had gone with more dessert."

While we clapped and laughed, the ladies in shinny suits rolled the empty carts away and brought out a new one, packed with glass statues, forks, spoons, and other bits of metal.

"Before I begin," Rhamus said. "I must warn you to not try this at home. I can eat things that would choke and kill normal people. Do not try to copy me! If you do, you will die."

Rhamus then began to eat. He started off with hand full nuts and bolts. His belly heaved and he spat them back out. Next, he ate glass statues. He crunched the glass into small pieces before swallowing it with a glass of water. Then he ate the spoons and forks. He twisted them with his hands, popped them in his mouth, and let them slid down. He's teeth weren't strong enough to break through metal.

Then he strung a metal change down the back of it throat. Swallowing it down then paused to catch his breath. His belly began to rumbling and shaking. I didn't know what was going on and I thought he was going to fart or something. He gave another heave and I saw the top of the chain coming out of his mouth.

As the chain came out, I saw the forks and spoon intertwined with it. It was unbelievable.

When Rhamus left the stage I thought nobody could top such an act. Rhamus my man, you are the top performs now.

A few people in blue hoods went around selling gifts. There were some really neat stuff, like chocolate models of the nuts and bolts, and rubber Alexander doll, and clippings of the wolf-man's hair. I'm not a big fan of chocolate, or dolls for that matter. So I bought the wolf-man's hair clippings.

"There will be more novelties later," Mr. Tall announced. "So don't spend all your money right away."

When the people selling gifts were finish, the next freak came out. Truska was beautiful, tall and curvy. I was shocked to hear she was the bearded lady. Because she doesn't even have a beard.

Truska put her hands on both sides of her face then stroked her chin gently. An extraordinary thing happened, she began to grow a beard. It grew about four or five inches then stopped. She stepped down and walked down the aisle letting us see it up close. When she arrived at the rear of the theater, she turned and walked back to the stage.

A competing was announced to anyone that could cut her beard would get a solid gold bar. That got people excited and for ten minutes people tried cutting her beard. But no luck. I had the urge to go up there and bite the damn thing off.

When everyone admitted defeat, and the stage emptied. Truska stroked her chin once again, but the odd thing was her beard grew back in. All the hair on her chin disappeared and she looked exactly like she did when she came on stage before. She left to a huge round of applause and then the next freak came out.

His name was Hans Hands. He began by telling us about his father, would had no legs. So to get around he walked on his hands like we did but only on our legs. And that his father taught him how to do the same.

Hans then sat down and flipped over onto his hands. He leaped off stage and challenge four men to race him. They could race on their feet; he'd race on his hands. He promised a solid gold bar to anyone who could beat him.

The aisles were use as the racetrack, and what was amazing, Hans won. He claimed he could sprint hundred yards in eight seconds in his hands. I felt he was stretching the truth just a little.

Hans left the stage, and then Mr. Tall slipped out. When it was quiet enough Mr. Tall spoke.

"Mr. Crepsley and Madam Octa!" he shouted.

The lights went low and a handsome looking man walked onto the stage. He was very tall and thin, with very white skin and orange hair on his head. He had a long scar running down his left cheek. The man was dressed in dark-red clothes and carried a wooden cage, which he put on a table. When he was set, the turned and faced us. He bowed and smile, a charming smile.

I missed the whole first part of the speech because I wasn't looking at the stage. I was watching Steve. I stared curiously at my boy friend. He was almost as white as Mr. Crepsly and was shaking all over.

"It is not true that all tarantulas are poisonous," Mr. Crepsly said. He had a deep voice. I manage to tear my eyes away from Steve and train them on the stage. "Most are harmless ad spiders you find anywhere in the world. And those, which are poisonous normally, have enough poison in them to kill very small creatures. But some are deadly! Some can kill a man with one bite. They are rare, and only found in extremely remote areas, but they do exist." He went on. "I have one such spider,"

He opened the cage door. And in a few seconds nothing happened, but then a large spider crawled out. She was blue and red, with long hair legs and a big fat body. She was gorgeous.

"Madam Octa has been with me for several years," Mr. Crepsly said. "She lives far longer than ordinary spiders. The monk who sold her to me said some of her kinds live to be twenty or thirty years old. She is an incredible creature, both poisonous and intelligent." while he was speaking a blue-hooded person led a goat onto the stage. It was making a frighten bleating noise and kept trying to run away. But then the hooded person tied it to a table and left.

Madam Octa began moving towards it when she heard its cries. She creped to the edge of the table, where it was then she stopped, as if waiting for her orders. Mr. Crepsly produced a flute from his pants pocket and blew a few short notes. Madam Octa immediately leaped through the air and landed on the goat's neck. Then came the time where she bared her fangs and sunk them deep into the goat's neck. The goat let out a last cry then toppled over. The goat wasn't dead, as I saw it still breathing.

"This flute is how I control Madam Octa." Mr. Crepsly said, waving the flute around. "Though we have been together such a long time, she is not a pet, and would surely kill me if I ever lost it."

"The goat is paralyzed." He noted. "I have trained Madam Octa not to kill outright with her first bite. The goat would die in the end, if we left it - there is a cure for Madam Octa's bit but we only use that if an audience member is bitten - but we shall finish the goat off quickly."

He blew on the flute and Madam Octa moved up the goat's neck until she was standing on its ear. She bared her fangs again and bit in. The goat shivered, and then went totally still.

It was dead.

"I shall need an assistant," Mr. Crepsly asked. Hand shot up into the air. Part of me wanted to join them, but I have stage fright. His eyes grazed the rows of people.

"You," he said pointing a finger at me. My eyes widen to the size of baseballs, standing up I sauntered up the stage. I peered out over the audience. They glared at me, wishing that they had been picked and not me.

I stopped a foot away from Mr. Crepsly and gulped nervously. He towered over me, no duh.

"Well, my assistant, what is your name?" he asked, loud enough for the whole crowd to hear.

"Sarah Lovell." I replied, sounding a little bit more brave.

"Very well, Sarah. Are you ready to help me with my trick."

"Ready as ever." I said building up confidence.

"Do not move," he added. "Please do not worry, you will be safe. If you stay quiet." I nodded my head agreeing.

Mr. Crepsly stepped back then brought the flute to his lips and blew softly. Madam Oct scrawled across the table until she was in front of me. I eyed the spider eerily.

Mr. Crepsly stopped for a mid second and wiped the sleeve of his right arm across his forehead. Then placed the flute back in his mouth and whistled a creepy little tune.

Madam Octa crawled up my leg going all the way around. Then stopped on my stomach. I chewed the inside of my cheek into piece. She continued spiraling upwards. When she got to the top of my arms. I had the urge to spread my arms out, and I did just that.

After a while, Mr. Crepsly began playing the flute again. Madam Octa slid down my arms to the tip of my fingers. Then she spun a web and both sides of my arms, making me look like I have wings.

A constant message played in my mind saying: "Woo spider, woo pretty, woo MINE!" And I'd do just that, when I leave to night, I'd be leaving with Madam Octa.

Mr. Crepsly blew the flute again and Madam Octa leaped off me. I waved the webs away, as Mr. Crepsly put Madam Octa back in the Cage.

"Give it up for Sarah everyone." he announced. Mr. Crepsly and I took our bows, and then he told me to return to my seat. I was quiet sad to leave the stage, I rather much enjoyed being up there.

I sat back down next to Steve. The act was over and I turned to Steve and tell him about how amazing and scary it felt to be up on the stage. He didn't look scared anymore, but he didn't look normal either.

"Steve, are you okay." I asked.

He didn't answer.

"Steve." silence. "Steve." silence. "STEVE!" I yelled in his ear.

"AH what!" he snapped. "...Oh..." Steve cleared his throat, then grasped my hand and gasped: "This is amazing!"

"I know!" I beamed. "I mean I was scared of course but man that spider. It was great I-"

"I'm not talking about the stupid spider." He snapped, which kind of hurt my feelings. "Who cares about a stupid thing like that anyway? I'm talking about Mr...Crepsly."

"Mr. Crepsly," I asked, confused. "Sure whatever, but all he did was play the damn flute." I was hurt that he found Mr. Crepsly more amazing then his own girl friend.

"You don't understand," Steve growled. "You don't know who he really is."

"Oh and you do?" I asked in annoyance. Now getting pissed.

"Yes," he said. "As a matter of fact I do." he rubbed his chin and a worried expression creped across his face again. "I just hope he doesn't know I know. If he does, we might never make it out of here alive..."

There was another break after Mr. Crepsly and Madam Octa's act. There we're now at the lead as my favorite and nothing could change that.

I was really worried about Steve, he wasn't talking but I could see the wheels turning in his head. I could tell he was thinking hard.

I then drew my attention to a little person coming up to me selling Truska dolls. Robyn would like that, so I bought her one. The things here were a little pricey. I bought myself a rubber spider, and 20 candy spider webs; I was nearly out of my money.

The lights went down again, giving the signal that a freak was coming out. Gertha Teeth was up next.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am Gertha Teeth!" She boomed. She sounded very strict. "I have the strongest teeth in the world! When I was a baby, my father put his fingers in my mouth, playing with me, and I bit two of them off."

I burst into gut stitching laughter, I couldn't contain myself. "I am not a comedian!" she snapped. "If you laugh at me again, I will come down and bite your nose off!" I had to restrain my laughter, and I slipped up once. She glared daggers at me.

She very loud, it's making my eardrums ring. Where's her mute button, oh god shut her up before we're all deaf.

"Dentist all over the world have been astounded by my teeth!" she explained. "I have been examined in every major dental center, but nobody has been able to figure out why they are so tough! I have been offered huge amounts of money to become a guinea pig, but I like traveling and so I refused!" Gertha picked up a crowbar then invited three muscular men up to bend in. None of them could, they left the stage tired and with sweat running down their faces. I snickered at them along the way.

Gertha put the crowbar in her mouth and bit clean right through it. Each time with different sized bars she was able to bite through it. Now that is one heck of a jaw. The Twisting Twins, Sive and Seera, came on after Gertha. And I have to say I was glad about that. Gertha was getting on my last nerve with her voice.

They were identical twins; they both were contortionists like Alexander Ribs. Both used their both to twist around each other. Making them look like one body with four arms and legs. But there were pretty dull compared to the rest of the performers...Madam Octa...

When Sive and Seera were finished, Mr. Tall came out and thanked us for coming. That was a pretty lousy ending but none the less very interesting. More gifts were being sold and I jumped to the chance to get more goodie!

I got to my feet; picked up my stuff I'd bought. And I abandon Steve and slipped past the people to the exit. I would wait for him there. But I stopped in my tracks and screamed. There was a huge snake coming my way. The snake's tongue flicked in and out of its mouth. It was very colorful, a beautiful dark and light green. I turned but did a head on collision with the audience, knocking me over on my butt. All heads turned to the stage and there was a boy there. He looked my age, he was very thin, with yellow and green hair, oddly shaped eyes, narrowed like a snake's.

They boy made a hissing sound and raise his hands above his head. The robe around his body dropped to the floor exposing him. He was sparkled head to toe in green, yellow and blue scales. The boy walked out near me then slid over on his belly towards the snake. He hissed at the snake making it pause. I held the urge back to scream. But he looked like he knew what he was doing. He bent over and kissed the snake's nose, and the strange thing was that the snake started to coil around his neck. The boy stood up and stroked the snake, and smiled.

"And that ladies and gentleman." Mr. Tall said making us look at him. "Really is the end." Mr. Tall was over holding up the exit curtain. I approached him when Steve was now by my side. Steve whispered a scolding into my ear, but I waved it off.

"Well, Sarah." He smiled. "Did you enjoy the show?"

"It was AMAZING!" I shouted.

"You weren't scared?" he asked.

"Ha, never." I lied.

He laughed. "You're a tough one." He said.

Steve and kept going due to the line up behind us. Madam Octa played in my mind again, and that baby is going to be mine when I leave here tonight. Just how am I going to explain this to Steve? Before I knew what was happening Steve pulled me into a closet and slammed the door shut.

"Go back by yourself." He demanded.

"Ah yeah right, why should I?" I asked.

"Because I'm not coming," he said. "I'm staying-"

"Okay look, I can sense we both have important business to do. When we're done with whatever that is, then lets meet outdoors of the theater, okay?" Steve looked hesitant but nodded his head. We departed from the closet, and I went to buy more gifts, waiting for everyone to be gone. Madam Octa meet your new owner, her name is Sarah Lovell!

Hope you enjoyed the chapter, it was...not very funny to write but at the same time it was. I will try to update chapter 5 as soon as possible but from now I have a lot of school work to do and meat to cook. Do please R&R.