"Now, tell me one more time, what happened?" Mr. Tall asked Evra the tall cirque leader tending to the deep cuts on the snake boy's arm. It was clear that his arm had needed stitches.

"I-I don't know honestly, sir." Evra said, grunting softly as he felt the needle piercing his scaly skin. Thanks to this special thread and powder in Mr. Tall's disposable, Evra wouldn't get a scar from her. "Sam and I were stacking boxes when we encountered this little girl. I tried to help her but she got scared and took off running." Evra explained.

After the incident, Sam had to go home. It frightened him to see the creepy little girl attacked him like one of those horror films the child once watched.

"And this little girl attacked you?" Mr. Tall pressed more.

"More like...how an injured animal lashes out, out of fear…"

"Hmm," Mr. Tall as he finished tending to the snake boy's arm. "Anything else?"

"Well...there is," Evra muttered softly.

"What is it?"

"I may be mistaken, but before I lost her… she flitted like a vampire." And there were a few performers who actually witnessed this that could back Evra up on that statement.

Mr. Tall paused after that. Evra was not one for spilling false tales.

A child vampire… Mr. Tall had his shared run-ins with the bloodsucking creatures of the night. One of the fellow residents in this camp was a vampire.

But never Mr. Tall heard of a child that could flit, or attack one of his own.

At first he thought his sister, Lady Evanna, had finally taken in a suiter, a mate, and had conceived the next generation of vampires/vampaneze. But Hibernius would have heard news about this before the child was born.

"Are we going to find her?" Evra asked, snapping the circus owner out of his train of thought.

He would have to send a message out to his sister to learn more.

But given the facts Evra told him about the child, Evanna would never have one in such deplorable condition.

"The child you spoke of took off out of fear, I doubt she will return… but if she does, she will be welcomed." He stood up then, his head just inches touching the ceiling. "After tonight's performance, I will see what I can do about this matter."

"Thank you," Evra softly said. Seeing the little girl brought back some harsh memories of when he was abused and neglected by his previous owner.

After what was another successful show, the members had a little party to celebrate a job well done. But one member of the circus wasn't at the party…

Larten Crespley was in his tent, placing Madam Octa back on the little table that was placed next to his coffin. The orange haired, red cladded vampire sighed tiredly, scratching his long scar on his cheek.

These past two months were dreadful for him. Though he doubted he was going to see Steve Leopard anytime soon, that other boy however…

After he told Steve that he was unfit, the two were interrupted by a frightful scream. Darren Shan, screaming of fear, scurried off from the top balcony like a bat out of hell. But he wasn't alone, there was what looked like a little person. It's hood was down, revealing it's ugly gray skin and large green eyes.

And what happened before Lartin's eyes, that little person just suddenly vanished from thin air.

That night kept replaying in his mind. Months after that night, he kept feeling like something dreaded was going to happen to him. A feeling he couldn't shake.

Madam Octa felt her master was at ease, she tapped her legs in her cage loudly to get his attention. The vampire gave her a weary smile. "I am fine, my lady." He said softly.

Though, he didn't feel fine.

Sighing softly, he took his tin flute back out from his red coat. He placed the flute between his lips and began playing some notes for his lady spider. It was nothing special, just random notes to entertain his pet to get his mind off of what happened months ago.

But something happened when he played. Just playing those simple notes on the flute started something that threw him into a new destiny…

So...so hungry, the child's stomach achingly growled. Piles of field mice and a dog lay all around her, all drained of their natural crimson substance. Staying in the small woodland area, leaning against a big old oak tree, the child had curled up to a tight ball in cold chills, sweats, wheezily breathing heavily.

Not only she was terribly starving, she was also very sick. The young child had been on her own for two days now. Far from Him… the monster she feared for so, so long. She had gotten away.

She didn't know how far she ran, he and the child were playing the monster's favorite game: Hunt.. She was his prey, he would hunt and chase her and always catch her…

And he would prey on her…

This time, she got away. While running through the forest, she was running usually, but this surge of energy coursed through her body, like electricity. Then, everything became a blur. Like she was running normally but the world around her was going by faster.

Next thing the child knew, she was in a place she didn't recognize but kept flitting on.

And now she was here, starving and sick.

The child drifted her eyes closed to try and sleep when the wind shifted direction…

And she heard the sounds of a flute playing. Despite years of torment and misery, she had forgotten most of her days before he came but she never forgot what music sounded like.

Though it was just simple notes, it brought this rush all over her body. This joyful rush…

It was faint but was able to turn her head towards the direction of the sound. The child got up and followed the sound.

All the way back to the Cirque Du Freak.