Intruding Thoughts: A Cirque Du Freak Tale

Alrighty folks I'm doing something new this time, I'll be putting different points of view in this chapter for various reasons, and if I like the way it turns out, I may just do it for the rest of them!

The lake was vast as it was deep, and the forest surrounding it was cold and dark. The faint roar of a dragon could be heard from the shores of the murky waters. In the lake, faces of the dearly departed can be seen, crying out for help from the living.

I couldn't feel anything for many weeks. I felt as if I was fading away, or separate from everyone else. My tears had ceased after the first few days, disappearing into the mists of my mind. I had become hollow.

As I sat in the darkness of the small cavern I thought of the journey I had taken to find my father. I had left my old life behind, not caring what the consequences were. I remembered the first time I saw my father, back at Vampire Mountain, the look on his face when he realized that it was me.

I thought of my old life, back in England. My false mother and father were extremely wealthy, so I went to a private school and lived a wonderful life. I was a ballerina back then, aspiring to be the greatest. But I left that, all to find my father. And I had no regrets. I would do it again if I had too. But now he was gone, and there was nothing I could do about it.

And to make things worse, I was in the hands of the enemy, Steve and his gang. They had taken me away from the only friends I had left in the world, and left me to bandage my own wounds. For the first few days, I was kept in a dark damp cavern, with no one to keep me company. After some time, a group a vampaneze took me out of the cavern, dragging me out into the moonlit night.

I didn't know where they took me next; for I was knocked out yet again by Gannen's toxic breathe. When I awoke the next evening I was in a bedroom, which was the nicest one I had stayed in since I was with Darren and the others. It was actually even better.

The room was a light yellow and all the furniture was dark wood with red covers. The bed was large, and was extremely comfortable. The moon shone through the windows, casting a beautiful glow on the entire room. I sat up and saw that I wasn't alone.

Beside the bed in a small chair, sat a sleeping Gannen, softly snoring. His snore wasn't loud and obnoxious, but it was actually cute. He was smiling too; his dream must have been pleasant. Suddenly he shivered, and I got up from the bed as quiet as I could, placing the blanket on top of him.

As I sat in the window sill, staring out into the starry night I wondered where the others where, and if they were alright. I remembered what Vancha had done for me, when Father died. He was there for me, and I wanted to thank him for that. He had made me feel loved.

Thank you Vancha, for everything…

Gannen's POV

I stood alone watching the trees move swiftly with the breeze. The war was over, and no one had won. We were finally at peace. Vampire and Vampaneze could now live together in harmony.

She stood nearby, staring off in the distance, not noticing that I was there. She had changed, that was for sure. Her hair was longer than ever; the red curls floating in the wind. She was older now, no longer a pretty girl but now a beautiful woman.

I saw her turn to me, a smile on her delicate face. I smiled back, walking over to her. I had longed for this moment…

When I woke I found that a blanket was over me, and that Lara was not in her bed. I quickly got up from the bed and looked around for any signs of Lara. To my relief, she lay in the window sill, softly sleeping. She looked so peaceful and happy, like in my dream.

That dream…how strange…

I walked over to her sleeping form as quietly as I could, making sure not to wake her. I carefully picked her up into my arms, just like my brother did, when her father died. I hated to admit it, but I was jealous of him, the way she clung to him.

As I carried her back over to the bed, she shifted and clung to me, just like she did to Vancha. She buried her head into my chest, making me nervous. I didn't know why she made me feel this way, she was the enemy, I couldn't feel this way.

What would Steve do if he saw this?

I gently laid her down onto the bed, watching as she shifted the other way and curled into a ball. She was a beautiful creature. As I placed the blanket over her, she smiled softly and took a hold of my hand. She gently tugged it, pulling me closer. I didn't know what to do, so I let her hold my hand.

"What do you think you are doing?" I heard from the doorway. I looked up to see a furious Steve standing at the door. I quickly let go of Lara's hand.

"Nothing sire," I replied, bowing my head.

"Keep your hands off of her," he snarled. "She's mine."

Back To Your POV

I quickly sat up from the bed, panting as if I had had a horrible nightmare. If only it was.

"What did he mean by that?" I asked Gannen, who stared wide-eyed.

"Lara!" he gasped, taking hold of my hand. It made me much calmer, and I was able to catch my breath. I sighed and leaned against him, letting him wrap his arms around me.

"What's going on?" I whimpered.

"You very hot, you should get some rest," Gannen said.

"Please, why did he say that?" I asked again.

"Because…he…loves you," he stuttered. I shut my eyes, trying hard not to believe what he said.

"And…why did you call him sire?" I asked, not wanting to hear the answer.

"Lara, I cannot tell you," he said softly.

"Please, Gannen," I begged, clutching his shirt. He sighed and embraced me even tighter.

"Because, he is the Lord of the Vampaneze," he said quietly. I gasped, covering my mouth, trying not to scream in anger and fear. Gannen held me closer, understanding my pain.

"No, it can't be," I said, burying my face into his chest; letting the tears escape. "Father...he died in vain!"

"I'm sorry, for everything that I have done to you," Gannen whispered. "Believe me at this, you can trust me Lara, I won't let him harm you."

"Thank you," I whispered, looking up to meet his eyes. Before I knew it, his lips collided with mine, and my heart was pounding. Gannen was a surprisingly wonderful kisser. Or maybe it was the fact that I had never been kissed.

We gently pulled apart, still locked in each others arms. His eyes were no longer sad; instead they were bright and passionate. He leaned his head against mine, like a normal couple would. But what would I have known about couples, other than what I had seen on TV.

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