Two months later…
Life at the Cirque Du Freak was relatively peaceful, as peaceful Nyx would be considered. There were moments of unclarity for her at times as she still feared the thought of her monster coming and finding her, but the longer she stayed, the more at ease she was at.
The short months had improved her alot, she was more active, and was as social as a mute can be with the troupe. Nyx was still thin but she wasn't as thin as Alexander Ribs like when she first came there.
Nyx eventually was assigned to the costume van and was a little seamstress assistant with Truska, The Bearded Lady.Her small dainty hands were perfect for handling needles and thread. She was a fast learner so she learned quickly on how costumes and clothes were made, even making herself a few sets of clothes. She was by far not perfect but the clothes were doable. Though she doesn't talk and she can't understand what Truska was saying, the two seemed to be able to understand how things go on in their own silly way.
During and after shows, Nyx would help by passing out trinkets and novelties the show had to offer for the public.
When Nyx was not in the costume van, she and Evra hung out a lot, mostly helping with his chores, helping cook for the Little People, finding meats for them to eat, even the one with the limp helped them out. Lefty, as Evra named him because it was the only one that was different from the others, was for some reason interested in Nyx in a way that it made sure Nyx didn't stray too far off from camp when she wanted to go off and explore on her own.
Evra also tried to teach Nyx how to write and discovered that Nyx could already write, not well but she can write simple words, she began carrying a pencil and notepad around so she in some way can communicate with everyone. It started off with one word like Hello, Goodbye, yes and no, and she gradually began to write full sentences - her spelling and penmanship was a lot to be desired but it gets the point across.
Well, not for everyone. Nyx learned very, very quickly that Larten couldn't read. He didn't say that he couldn't, but she could tell he was having a hard time reading what she wrote, which had everyone discovering one other thing about her.
She was craftier than what others thought of her because she began drawing various things, having to play pictionary with the orange haired vampire. She couldn't help but laugh and enjoy the various confused and annoyed and flustered looks he gives her when he tries to decipher what in actual hell she wants.
Best part, sometimes she shows him drawings that just makes absolutely no sense just for her to get a laugh out of the ordeal. But at least her drawing skills improved greatly just from messing with the old bat.
"You mischievous little minx." Larten would grumbly call her, flushed red in the face as he realizes that she was bamboozling him.
Though there were nights Nyx didn't see him, Nyx was inching closer to Larten in her own way. That would range for spending minutes with him just listening to him practice with Madam Octa, a couple of hours when he decided to try and entertain the curious child with a few magic tricks he learned over the years, which she really enjoyed, to all night when it was time to feed when they don't have bottled blood (as she learned he went to various morgues and use the freshest body they had in stock. She was so grossed out at first but figured it was better than draining the living.) and took a stroll together.
Nyx learned that Larten was a bit stiff and sometimes grouchy but he meant well.
Inside the costume van, Nyx was currently assisting Truska on making repairs to Rhambus Two-belly's costume. The big guy ended up ripping the seams of the back of his costume during a performance that needed to be mended. They had music playing on the radio in a language she didn't recognize but it was lively enough that Nyx enjoyed it while they worked.
A knock on the van door later and Evra stepped in. "Hey guys." He greeted the two.
Truska said hi and Nyx gave him a wave before she pushed the needle into the pincushion on her wrist so she could grab her pencil and notepad from her pants pocket.
Nyx flipped to a clean page and wrote "Whatcha doing? Need help with something?" And showed him the notepad.
"Oh no, just checking how you guys are doing." Evra smiled after he read what she wrote.
Truska giggled and spoke to him, making gestures to the little vampire.
"That's great, I'm glad she's doing well here." Evra responded to her before looking at Nyx. "You really seem to be settling down here, think you can make me a costume?" He teased her.
Nyx smirked and wrote "People already think you are in a costume, why mess with what you have?"
"I guess you can't fix perfection." He thumbs at himself and grinned. Though he typically wears just shorts to show off his full body scales during shows.
Nyx and others chuckled, waved their goodbyes before the ladies went back to work.
The show ended the same at one in the morning, however instead of going to the after party, Nyx had decided to walk around the camp.
Enjoying the air, discovering new smells and sensations all around her constantly. Always changing, always something new to discover.
Enjoying her new freedom and her new life.
The sounds of bugs made, the crunching sound of grass her made as she walked. Hearing the echos of her fellow members in the distance, down to hear Wolfman's chains rattle and snapping-
Nyx stopped dead in her tracks from her walk.
Why am I hearing the Wolfman's chains?? Nyx thought.
At first she thought she was hearing things and it was just him making noise in his cage like it normally does. A minute later she hears the snapping again.
Gulping, she looks back at the main tent where everyone else was at before turning towards the direction where the Wolfman was at.
What she was hearing was very concerning. So the child decided to follow it.
She followed the sound of it and came to a stop.
There were some dirty smelly men over at the Wolfman's cage, three to be exact. Dressed in rags and was barefooted similarly.
One larger one in particular was wearing a leg brace and was wobbly the most.
It was R.V! And this time he brought some friends!
"Hurry up before the other freaks know we're here!" R.V spoke to his fellow eco warriors. He was leaning against some crates for support, trying to ignore the pain from his leg.
"We're trying, the chains are frozen bloody solid!" One of them spoke as two of them had a pair of pliers and was struggling to break them.
"Bastards keeping an animal in the freezing cold." The other murmured.
These guys were nuts!
Nyx flits to one of them instantly, grabbing one of them by the back of their clothes and flung them away from the cage with a shout.
She had to get them away from that cage or else they would get eaten!
No less startling the men.
"T-thats the little demon that broke my leg!" R.V shouted, pointing at her.
Oh, R.V truly had no idea.
That night, that one fateful horrible night, these men and every member of the Cirque Du Freak and including Nyx herself, will discover just what her other half is.