Disclaimer: Cirque Du Freak (hopefully) one day will be mine (sighs) yeah right; I don't own the Cirque and never will, or "Sweet Sacrifice" by Evanescence.
Okay well I hope u got the jest of what my idea is so yeah. Hope you like. Oh yeah, this chapter is kind of just going to be flash blacks. The way you can tell if they flashbacks or not is by the way Artemis referees to them. U get confused just message me and I'll explain.
Chapter one:
Pent
"No, please no!" I cried as his hands traveled unwontedly up my shirt and back down my back. I had only known him for about two weeks; he had saved me from being killed by these strange purpled skinned people. He helped me, watched over me, and protected me when I was healing from my injuries, so of course I trusted him. But now I wanted to take everything back and run away, far, far away from this monster that I trusted, that I believe would protect me, not turn on me and rape me.
More tears rolled down my face as I tried to push him away from me, but he was just too strong; he was a vampire after all. "Shhh, don't worry, I wont bit," he whispered in my ear; that only made me cry harder knowing this was about to take place and me being able to do nothing for myself.; I felt so helpless right then. His hands were cold as they started to unbutton my loose fitting jeans and take them off my legs; soon he traveled up to my shirt and started to lift it over my head. I refused and started to struggle, his hands only ripped off my shirt harder.
I watched my shirt fall to the floor, but was taken away from that the one peaceful sight by hands wrapping tightly around my wrists and nails digging their way in. I bit my lip as pain shot through my body; I didn't want him to know I was hurting because of him; I wanted him to think that this was having no effect on me, but I knew he knew otherwise. "Don't struggle, Aiden, I promise this won't be long," his voice scratched at me ears. Finally he did his worst and I screamed as more tears rolled down my face and I saw his dark evil eyes in my nightmare. I swore too hate him the rest of my life from that day on.
"I hate you!" I cried out as he pulled himself out of me; he just smiled as he looked up at me waiting for me to go on. "I trusted you! I believed you would protect me! You promised you would keep me safe," Tears rolled and fell of my face on onto the floor of the basement we had been in for the last two weeks. "I hate you! You're just like him!" I screamed in his face. He just let go of me and looked at me threateningly.
"Don't you ever say that again wench! I'm not like them!" he yelled at me. I stared at him with all the hate I'd had ever felt in my life. Right then I felt power to kill him.
He yelled out as I tackled him to the ground with my naked body and started to punch and slap him. I had to hurt him like he had hurt me. He threw me off of him and into the wall behind us; I coughed as I struggled to breath from the sudden impact of the wall. Right when I could breath again he slammed his body against mine again, but this time it was harder and more of the want to hurt me then anything else. "Think you can hurt me Aiden? Well think again," he whispered into my ear harshly as he tightened his grip on my wrists once again. After what seemed like hours he cut my fingers and then his and placed them together. I had no idea at that time what was going on, or what was to become of me after he did this. When he placed his fingers on mine I started to become light headed and dizzy; he soon took his hands away and spit on his and my fingers sealing them.
I had to, I just couldn't hold myself up anymore; I collapsed to the ground with tears binding my vision. I soon felt a cold hand clasp around my chin and lift my face upwards towards the face I never wanted to see again. He was about to say something, but I beat him to it. "I hate you! I despise you!" More tears welled up behind my eyes as I tried to break free of him; he only smiled more. "I'll never forgive you, you monster!" I screamed out; that made him flinch. His smile turned to a sneer as he harshly let go of my chin and grabbed his stuff and headed for the door.
"You shouldn't have said that, Artemis," he said as he started to walk out the door. "I gave you life, you'll thank me one of these days," he finished, but I had to have that last word.
"I'll…get…my…," I had a hard time breathing and was loosing consciousness fast because of all that had happen to me in the last four hours, "…revenge…I swear…it on my life…I'll…kill…you…," everything was going black and he wasn't there anymore, "…Darren…" I finally said the monsters name, but then it was fallowed by the safety of the dark.
Ten years ago my innocents was taken from me and I was unknowingly turned into a half-vampire. My name is Artemis Skyler, I'm a bounty hunter. I hunt and kill for my own kind, getting rid of what's left of the vampaneze, but only when I am called upon and given a bounty. The morning after I was raped and turned into a vampire, I was found by Vancha March; I told him my story and he became my mentor
I felt a cold, wet rage begin placed on my forehead; I was hot, sore and felt horrible. I slowly opened my eyes only to face a sea of a dirty green color. "Wha…?" I could hardly speak, but I got the word out.
"Shhh...," I felt a soft, clawed hand caress my cheek; I leaned into it the warm, welcoming hand. "Go back to sleep, it seems you've had a rough night," the voice was rough, and was a man's, but it was welcoming and safe. I nodded as I closed my eyes and lay back down onto the…soft bed? I jerked my body up harshly, only to find that wasn't a great idea, to see where exactly I was. When I tried to look around I was pushed back down harshly, but softly; thinking Darren was back for me.
"Get off me!" I screamed. I knew I didn't have a tone of energy, not even enough to run away if I had too, but I knew I had enough left to at least make a dent in his face. My eyes were still closed as I threw the punch with the rest of my strength, but I knew it didn't hit. I felt the same clawed hands that Darren had, and the 'voice' had. I opened my eyes slowly to see who held my fist.
When my eyes were fully opened the first thing I saw was green, but I looked down to see a man looking about the age of thirty-five looking down at me. He had green hair and tan skin, which looked like it had been sunburned awhile back, and from what I could see he was wearing purple dyed furs instead of regular clothes.
I started to lightly struggle after awhile when he wouldn't let go. "Stop," I didn't listen, I didn't know him and I had just been raped; I trusted no one at the moment. "I said stop!" his voice was harsh and no longer soft and welcoming; so I did what he said in fear he would do something to me. "Good," He was happy that I had agreed, but I had to get my questions answered in return for stopping.
"Where the fuck am I?! Who are you?! And what am I doing here?! Tell me now!" I demeaned, he chuckled lightly. "And what happened to me?!" I also asked; his face soon darkened. "One more thing; get the fuck off of me!"
The man sighed before he let go of my wrists and unstraddled me. When he was on his feet, he looked at me and then turned to grab a wet cloth. He walked over and pushed me down lightly. I refused; "Don't worry I wont hurt you, I'll explain," He reassured me; at that I gave in and fell back and let him place the warm, wet cloth on my forehead.
"Name's Vancha March and we're at a friend of mine's. And by the looks of it, you were raped and beaten but lightly, somewhat," Vancha started; I knew there had to be more to this. "And this might be hard to grasp, but you were blooded and raped by a vampire last night, actually by our lord," Vancha said. He got up one more time with the cloth and wet it again, then came back.
"I found you a week ago when I went looking for him," Vancha started to explain. I looked at him as if he was crazy I started to lightly laugh.
"And Bigfoot is my biological father," I laughed back at him. He just sneered at me and lifted up my hands. I stopped laughing and watched as my finger tips came into view; on them were tiny scars, ten tiny scars were on my hands and that would forever change my life.
I jumped back remembering my little brother saying something about 'vampires' having ten tiny scars on their finger tips, because of the way they blooded each other. "Awe hell…," I groaned. I sat back up and looked strait at Vancha. "Okay let's just say I do believe you, and I'd been turned into a 'vampire' as you say. What changes would I have to go through?" I asked.
Vancha sighed and smirked sadly. "You won't grow fangs; you will have a reflection, and your hearing, sight and other senses will get stronger and sharper. You get faster and stronger in strength, but not as fast or as strong as me because I'm a full vampire, you're only half," Vancha looked at me then started again.
"You won't live forever, but you will live for a very long time; though you will begin to age at 1/5 of the human rate. So that means for every five years you will only age one and when you become full you will age 1/10 of the human rate; 10 years, only age one," Vancha stopped and looked down and sighed. A few minutes passed and he finally began to talk once more.
"And most importantly, you will began to crave blood and will want to drink it and for you to survive you will need to drink it," Vancha finished. He looked at me and I stared back unblinkingly and a little freaked out and wondering how her knew all about his; I guess he read my mind. "Remember I'm full vampire," he said as he got up from the side of the bed and walked a window and looked out. I hit my head knowing he had already told me that. "One more thing," my mouth dropped at hearing that, "You wont be able to go into the sun and will love the night, but you probably already knew that though," Vancha looked back at me like this was useless information. But to me just hearing that one sentence made all of this come true; last night, me being blooded, turning into a half-vampire, everything!
"You've got to be fucking me?!" I screamed as fresh, hot, harsh tears came to my eyes with the realization that I'm going to have to leave my family, my friends, my life, my everything! "no…," I whispered as I fell into myself and held my sides as the hot, harsh tears fell from my eyes once again.
Vancha looked at me sympathetically; after only a few seconds, he walked over towards me and scooped my quivering body into his warm, comforting embrace and just held me there as I cried the rest night.
As I cried my mind wondered for awhile. I was close to something cold, stormy, harsh, lonely and unwelcoming to others, but to me as I got closer it became more…welcoming.
I wanted to be surrounded by the sheer loneliness and harshness that I was walking towards. When I was close enough I made a decision to be forever surrounded by this unknown mix of things; iciness, loneliness, harshness, and unwelcomness. And when I did, I welcomed it into my once blazing heart, which turned ice cold in that instant.
Over the years I spent with Vancha, I would learn that the feeling I let in me was hate. Hate towards the world for doing this to me, hate towards Vancha for not knowing how to fix me, but most of all hate towards the one person that caused all of this undoing on me…Darren Shan; I hated him the most. So with my hate in place; I wanted to hate, I welcomed it. I wanted that feeling to stay for forever and I wanted to feel it forever.
After that night Vancha took me under his wing and taught me everything I needed to know. He even took me to Evanna to learn magic so I would be able to fight better. Vancha said that he wanted me to be the best vampire ever and I wanted that too, that's why after years of being with him I learned to trust Evanna and him, but he and Evanna were the only people I would ever trust or so I thought.
It had been about twenty years after that night, after I faked my death and left my family and friends, when I was hunting vampaneze I unknowing save a male human's life. That was one mistake I was glade I made, but I was only to learn that after, oh lets say in another ten years.
"Here kitty, kitty, kitty," the male vampaneze provoked me. I just smirked at him and jumped behind him. He looked shocked and turned around fast, but not fast enough. I wasn't there anymore. "Kitty, where are you?"
"Here, dumbshit," I said coldly as I cut off his arm. He screamed in agony as I came around for another hit. I always liked making it long and painful, but Vancha never let me, but luckily he wasn't there this time or so I thought.
"Aiden…" I stopped and groaned while muttering curses under my breath. 'Of course he had to be here, he was always here,' I thought bitterly as I unmorally cut my victim's head off. I smirked as I heard the lifeless body thump against the concrete of the alleyway.
"Ahh, music to my ears…," I sighed as I sheathed my sword and walked towards Vancha. He just shook his head while laughing at me.
"One of a kinda, Aiden, one-of-a-kind," Vancha said as he walked ahead of me. I started to walk with him, but stopped as I smelt the small smell of fear of a human.
"Hold on, Vancha," I said in my usual cold, lifeless voice. I turned on my heel and walked to a bunch of garbage cans. I looked in the middle of them and there sitting, barley conscious and beaten half-to-death was a young man around the age of twenty-five. He had short blonde hair with black highlights blended in mostly at the tips; he looked about 6'4 and from what was open of his eyelids he had greenish blue eyes.
Vancha walked over to where I was crouched and looked down at the beaten man. "Leave him, he's not our problem; you took care of that. Let's go," Vancha said as he started to walk away. I started to shake me head as I looked at him more closely.
"He doesn't have any family and if we leave him he will die. We're taking him," I said simply as I pulled the man over my shoulder and carried him towards Vancha; he just sighed and started to leads us to our hideout.
We didn't need to hide much these days, thanks to our 'oh great lead'. He had deicide to let the humans of this world learn the existence of vampire and vampaneze. It kind of sucked, because he basically announced it too the world. At first the humans didn't believe him, but when his followers came out and showed that we were real; they believed.
And what I mean by his followers is by Vampires, now-a-days, are spilt up into two separate groups, secretly. The first group is the believers; the ones who believe that Darren can make a difference, which he has, but it's a bad one. Even though there are two groups the vampires stay true (sadly) to the clan and Darren. But the other group is the rebels (my favorite) that want to create an uprising and that's were Vancha and I come in, even though I would love to join them. See Vancha and I are, sadly are in the 'followers' group (I'm only in there because of Vancha).
As Vancha being Darren's right hand man and bodyguard, every time there's a vampire or vampaneze wanting to start an upraise against Darren, Mr. Tiny hires us to kill the rebel vampire or vampaneze. And of course he gives us money to keep quite and not to tell Darren, hens being "bounty Hunters"; even though I would love to be on the rebel side of things.
Vancha swung the door open and helped me with the young man over to the bed, which Vancha and I shared. "He doesn't look too good," Vancha observed as he looked over the guy. Vancha put his finger on his chin for a few seconds and then moved to rip off what was left of the guy's shirt.
What we saw underneath was worse; it looked as though four ribs were broken and his right shoulder was dislocated. But what was really bad was that this guy had a huge open gash that looked as though it had been bleeding badly, but now it had slowed down considerably.
I looked closer at the passed out guy on my only means of comfort; he looked like he had just died. Seriously, he was pale as a ghost and knocked out so hard it looked as though he wasn't even breathing. But even through all that he still looked as lively as ever. I watched coldly as Vancha moved skillfully and bandaged and healed the guy. Finally after what seemed like forever he was finished.
"Okay, well it seems like since there's a guy that's passed out on our bad, there's only room for one of us and you were the one fighting so, with out arguing, you're having the bed tonight," Vancha said as he carefully moved the guy over and made a space for me. "Sleep," he finished. I had no objections with that I was so tired. As soon as he had turned around I was on the bed and asleep.
The bright light of the street lamp shown in our boarded up window and right into my eyes. "Great," I mumbled as I rolled over only to be met by a pair of confused greenish blue eyes. I nearly jumped out of my pale skin and my hand went strait to my knife that was hidden in my high laced heeled boot.
"Shhh," the guy said. I stopped at hearing that. I remembered what all had happened last night. 'He must have woken up during the day' I thought to myself.
"What's your name?" I demanded to know. But he only glared at me, so I did it right back.
"First answer my question, where am I?" his voice was husky, soft, manly, and soothing all at the same time. My eyes let go of the harshness as soon as I heard Vancha.
"You're at our little hid out, before we move on and your wounds heal," Vancha said as he got ready for our nightly rounds. I sighed as the young man stiffened.
"You two are vampires aren't you?" he pointed towards me and Vancha; I smirked.
"You're a real fast one, aren't ya?" I said sarcastically; he just put his finger down and gave me a hash stare. Vancha looked over and grunted as the guy tried to stare me down, I just gave him a 'what the fuck are you doing?' look.
"You won't be able to stare her down. I've been trying to do that for about twenty years now and I'm her mentor," Vancha smirked a little. I guess he was going over all the twenty years we had spent together. The guy just gapped at me.
"Tw…twenty years?" I nodded as if it was no big deal. "But that would mean you would be around thirty-five, but you only look like you're eighteen!" he spat at me. I shook my head.
"Yes tw…twenty years," I stuttered back to make fun of him, "and yes it would, but I consider myself eighteen, because I look it. And the reason I look like this is because I only age 1/5 of the human rate and Stinky over there," Vancha turned around to give me a look, I only smiled and waved at him, I soon turned back to the young man, "only ages 1/10 of the human rate," I finished and got off the bed. I walked to a chair which held my clothing; see I was only wearing a very skimpy slip and my high laced heeled boots. What I usually wore these days, not depending on where I was, was an old fashioned peasant's dress. It was white and black.
See the dress you wore underneath was white and the over dress was black. But the corset I wore was a black violet color. I really like wearing it, because it set me apart. I did carry other outfits with me, but only wore them when I needed too. The young man watched as I tied the last knot on my corset and I slipped my sheath and sword around my waist. I looked up finally only to notice it after I was finished getting dressed.
"Liked what you saw?" I suggested as I walked back over to the bed. The man blushed. I was a much toned, very attractive woman you see, I got it for all the fighting and running around I did with Vancha. I had dirty blonde hair, which used to be lighter when I was younger, and deep chocolate eyes and had been told many times by unwanted suitors over the years, so I wasn't shocked he was caught staring. "Hey, by the way you still didn't give me your name," I complained as I sat back down on the bad.
He looked at me and smiled warmly, "It's Madden Hayes. And two are…?"
I looked at him and then sighed. "Well if you are going to be traveling with us you would need to know," both Madden and Vancha gave me a shocked stare, I just waved it off, "Stinky over there is Vancha March and I'm Artemis Skyler, but call me Aiden," I told him as I got off the bed and walked to the door.
"Vancha, time to go. Don't worry you'll be fine here and if you need it there's a twin sword on the table over there, use it only if you have too. See you later, Maddie,"
That night I met my night in shining armor of some sort. Madden Hayes would flip mine and Vancha's lives upside down, but in a good way. He would soon teach me that not everybody is bad. And over time I would learn to forgive and forget with some of the people that had hurt me over the years before, even if it did take him another ten yeas to get that into my head.
Hoped you like the fist chapter, tell me what you think and R&R please!! Love ya.
Lady of the Crimson Night.
"Sweet Sacrifice"
It's true, we're all a little insane.
But it's so clear,
Now that I'm unchained.
Fear is only in our minds,
Taking over all the time.
Fear is only in our minds but it's taking over all the time.
You poor sweet innocent thing.
Dry your eyes and testify.
You know you live to break me. Don't deny.
Sweet sacrifice.
One day I'm gonna forget your name,
And one sweet day, you're gonna drown in my lost pain.
Fear is only in our minds,
Taking over all the time.
Fear is only in our minds but it's taking over all the time.
You poor sweet innocent thing.
Dry your eyes and testify.
And oh you love to hate me don't you, honey?
I'm your sacrifice.
(I dream in darkness
I sleep to die,
Erase the silence,
Erase my life,
Our burning ashes
Blacken the day,
A world of nothingness,
Blow me away.)
Do you wonder why you hate?
Are you still too weak to survive your mistakes?
You poor sweet innocent thing.
Dry your eyes and testify.
You know you live to break me.
Don't deny.
Sweet sacrifice.
