Disclaimer: The Cirque Du Freak and its awesome characters belong to Darren Shan. Characters that are not in the books as well as the plot belong to me.

A/N: Just so you guys know the summary is a bit rubbish. But I been stalling for a while now and I just wanted the first chapter posted up.

Chapter 1:

Beep! Beep! Beep!

The alarm clock rang in the small bedroom. However, it went unnoticed as the teen crawled deeper inside the bed covers. The sound seemed to get louder with each passing second she tried to hide inside the sheets.

Minutes must have passed before a loud groan had escaped her mouth. The teen's eyelids were heavy, almost as if begging her to ignore the noise, but never the less the loud sound made her poke her head out of the covers.

"Ugh." she mumbled as she read the clock, "five thirty…" Smacking the snooze button on the alarm a little too hard, she curl up again under the blankets and tried her best to catch some more of that valuable sleep she needed so much. Almost as soon as the silence consumes her dark bedroom, a voice echoes from down the stairs telling her to get up. "Why me?" I groaned, pushing the sheets away.

Laying against the bed, I sleepishly gaze upon the ceiling. I had always had the unlucky end of the deal, unlike my best friend Alex smith. I didn't have both of my parents, I just have my dad. Mum died when I was young. I can remember her death better than I can remember what I had for dinner yesterday, but I can't remember how she was like and dad hates to talk about her. Anyways he's a cool dad I guess, but he could do better. He is always on my back about the little things, especially when I turn. You're probably wondering what I'm talking about. Well long story short my dad is a werewolf, but mixed with my human mom's genes, it made me a half-bred. I can turn into a wolf too, but it's not like his transformation, I don't get hair all over my body with a pointy nose and ears. I can turn into an actual wolf whenever I want. It's actually pretty cool but it leaves my bones hurting like hell.

I was an odd case, normally wolfs don't reproduce. Our kind is sterile, normally a human would gain the curse of the wolf by getting bitten under the full moon. My kind is rather strange, we have different kinds of werewolf, there are the half-as, which are the werewolves that can still turn back into a human in the morning, and the pure wolfs, the ones that turn and stay like that. It all depends to the person and how he reacts to the bite. My dad says the myth with Silver bullets is bullshit. Anyone would die if they were to get shot, but the thing about them is that the bullets are thinner and harder to get out of the body, so normally you would bleed out before you could get it out of you. But I didn't really care about any of that. I tried my best to be as normal as I could be.

Stretching out, I let out a small yawn. I didn't know why, but I have a slight feeling today is going to be shit. Rolling out of bed, I walk to my closet. There was a large mirror on the door hanging, taking a quick glance at it, I scratched the back of my head. My face was rather pale and there were dark circles under my brown eyes making it rather noticeable I have been having trouble sleeping. Reaching toward my dresser, I pulled out my school uniform and quickly got dressed. The uniform was pretty simple; black pants, a white-collar shirt, and a tie of our choice. My tie was green and silver, my two favorite colors. My uniform looks dorky, but it doesn't harm my appearance. Fixing my hair, I smile as best as I can, but I look awkward. Kind of like I'm going to strangle someone, so in other words…like my normal self.

Slamming the door behind me, I slowly walk down the stairs and crouch behind the railing, looking down from in between the bars, I glace at my father below. He was reading the newspaper while drinking his coffee. Slightly smiling, I climb in top of the railing, jumping down I land right beside him hoping I had scared him but all I got in returned, was a; "Good morning Andrea." Which he mumbled as he took a sip from his coffee.

"Aren't you late for work?" I replied slightly disappointed.

"…I called in sick."

"Can I call in sick and miss school?" I yawned, half wanting to lay my head against the table.

He looks up from the newspaper smirking "Maybe in your dreams."

Rolling my eyes, I sat beside him. "Even there your a dick and make me go."

Chuckling, he shook his head placing the newspaper down. Turning his head, he began looking at me. It took me a second to notice his face had changed, his features had gotten more serious. Before I could open my mouth and ask him what was wrong, he rose from his seat. "I have to go."

"Huh? When can I expect you home?" I asked confused, he had called in sick, he shouldn't have anywhere to go.

"Don't know, so stay out of trouble. Okay?" he pulls me close to him and kisses my forehead. Taking a step back he looked at me again. His eyes looked at me worriedly, but before I could speak he walked out of the room with nothing more to say. Shrugging my shoulders, I shook my head. It was too early to care. Getting up, I grabbed my book bag from the table and walked out of the house only to be greeted by my friend Alex.

"Hey wolfy!" he said cheerfully. "What's up?" I groaned making him laugh. "Tired eh?"

I never understood why, he always waited so early in the morning for me, half of the time I didn't even walk to school. I guess it was his way of telling me that he cared.

"I'm always tired…" I started but was cut short as a yawn escape my lips. "…and don't call me wolfy in public."

"Sorry Andrea…I have to tell you something." he said in an excited tone. "We're going to a show tomorrow night!"

"Show?" I looked at him inquisitively.

"Well, we're going to see if there are any tickets left today after school, but all the same, we're going to go!"

"Alex." I said. "What show?" He pulled out a green flyer out of his school bag. That read Cirque Du Freak.

"What an odd name, the Circus of Freaks." a voice in my head said. I didn't like the sound of it, because as soon as I looked at it, I had a dark feeling deep down in my chest.

"I don't know." I said looking at Alex. "It doesn't sound safe."

"Oh come on!" he exclaimed. "Don't be a wimp."

I shook my head. "Please Andrea?" after a few more of his pleads I finally relented; he wouldn't of shut up if I didn't. On the walk to school, he talked excitedly about what we were going to do after school, and I talked about it as if I were dreading it.

When we had finally reached the school, and I was so hoping for the day to go slow, or not end at all. But to my surprise it went super-fast, and soon I was walking home with Alex. I expected him to drop the cirque thing, but no. All he continue to talk about was going. His mind was made up.

I tried to waste time, but he practically dragged me to my house. I expected my dad to be back by now, but the house was empty. I don't know why but I had a really bad feeling that I couldn't shake off no matter what I did.

After I grabbed some money from my room we had headed off, time seemed to be going fast today, or I seemed to be blanking out because when we reached the alley where the back of the flyer had said to go it was already night time. I could have sworn it was only four when we left my house.

"It should be around here." Alex said breaking me out of my thought, as he continued to walk toward the run down part of town. "Excuse me sir?" He spoke loudly as he began to run towards a small person in a blue robe.

"Alex!? Wait, what are you doing?" I groaned, chasing after him. "Stranger danger man! Come back!"

"This is it!" He smiled with pride as he pointed to the little guy in the blue. "Look Andrea, he has the tickets in his hand!" Before I could speak, Alex opened his big mouth again. "Two tickets please!" he said in an over excited voice, but the blue person looked at him and shook his head. "Why not?" he asked sadly. The person in the blue robe simply pointed to a flyer that said, no children allowed.

"But were both seventeen, were practically adults" he complained. I was starting to get irritated. The two seemed to be arguing for hours, though the little guy never spoke a word.

"We have the money, we can pay for it." I said as I walked closer to them, annoyed with both f them. The little blue person looked at me for a while, almost as if he knew me. His face was covered, but I could feel his eyes glaring at me. I couldn't quite see who was under the hood, no matter how hard I tried. Before I could ask him if I knew him, he stretched out his hand and held out two tickets. I don't know why but I hesitated before taking them.

What had been bothering me earlier seemed to be getting worse now that the two small pieces of paper were in my hands. I felt as if I should run from here. As a wolf, I knew t trust my instinct but for some reason I couldn't. It felt as if I had to be here. Reaching into my pocket, I began to pull out my money but before I could hand it over, he had turned away. "Wait? I didn't pay yet!" He stopped for a moment before looking back at me, he shook his head at me, and began to ran. That was very odd. Why would he give me the tickets yet not let me pay?