Deep within a remote forest in the middle of one could say was absolutely nowhere, the cottage was hidden by thick trees, it was almost virtually impossible to find if one was looking.

The sky blackened as the night rolled over past the midnight hour, screams filled the once peaceful cottage.

A young woman was fighting off a dark intruder that had broke into her home. This metallic taste coaxed everyone's tongues as fires erupted from the woman A witch was what the woman was. Spells casted and fire ignited attempting to either scare off the intruder, or kill him.

Hiding in a broom closet, a young child, around 4, helplessly watching from the cracks of the door as the man and her mother fought.

"Whatever you want, I can't give you!" The woman cried, trying to lead this creature away from the closet.

"If Lady Evanna could do it, why not every other witch?!" the man shouted as he continued the assault.

The child was in tears as she had no choice but to watch this unravel, what was once a peaceful night turned into a night of horror.

How did this man find them? Who was Lady Evanna? Fear and confusion overwhelmed the child.

This man wasn't human from what the little girl could tell, he was able to fend off her mother's attacks, his speed was undoubtedly not normal, as he moved in a blur. And he was strong. Holes where he missed his hits were apparent, deep slash marks from his long sharp nails. He was tall, ragged dark hair and green eyes. He had this diranged, insane look on his face and this creepy smile as he caused the woman pain.

The man liked causing pain.

The creature managed to overrun the witch, throwing her on the ground with such brute force the tiles broke on impact.

"I-I can't bare children!" She cried out as the man continued the assault. "I-I can't I swear!"

There were some words exchanged but the child in the closet didn't hear anything. She didn't even hear what her mother just said. She covered her ears to block out the screams and shouts.

Eventually, all those screams turned to blood gurgles and soon died out. Fear and curiosity, the young girl scooted closer to the door, looking through the cracks. Her eyes widened when she saw the man over her mother, mouth on her neck ...Drinking her blood.

The child slowly backed away from the door, she ended up knocking a broom down and it hit her head.

That was when she made her mistake.

"Ow!" The four year old cried out from the hit.

Not two seconds later, the man pulled the door open wide, blood dripping from his lower jaw.

The two stared at each other, one in absolute horror and the other one just curious. He tilted his head curiously like a cat before that creepy smile widened. "Well then, this is a predicament."

The nightgown the child wore were soaked from soiling herself. She looked to the body that on the ground behind the man, fearing that she was next to die by this demon's hands.

She looked back up to the man who was now crouching down to get to the child's level. The girl hugged herself and scooted as far away as she could get in the back of the closet.

"P-please...don't hurt me…" the little girl whimpered. Her English was broken, as if she was just learning the language, as if it wasn't her native tongue

"Oh little peapod, I'm not going to hurt you." the man said, raising a bloody hand and pet her long white hair. "My my, you have such pretty hair. You look nothing like that cow behind us." He chuckled, seeing the child trying not to look at him, fearing that he might do something.

"Well, I can't just leave a tiny thing here all by your lonesome." He mocked, that smile creaked before he grabbed the child and dragged her out of the closet.


30 years later….

"Hurry up, Sam! These boxes are not going to carry them themselves!" Evra Von shouted at the young blonde headed boy. Walking in a lone storage tent with a crate full of knickknacks and souvenirs for the performance tonight.

The Cirque Du Freak was currently stationed in a lush field close to a small village. They originally set this place up as sort of a rest spot since half of the performers were on holiday leave. Cormac Limbs did make a return so a show was going to happen that evening.

"Ok, ok, these are heavy!" Sam Grest whined as he placed a crate of bottles on a shelf. "So, Mr. Tall makes all of these toys?" the curious twelve year old asked the snake boy.

"Yeah, he does." Evra said before something in the tent fell, causing the two boys to jump with a shout.

Sam ran over to Evra and hid behind him, wanting the snake boy to protect him. "Something is in here!"

"Calm down!" Evra hissed at him before waiting for a moment. At first there was nothing, thinking one of the boxes just fell from being stacked wrong.

Another moment passed, the two boys noticed some movements in the far corner of the tent. There was this loud raspy breathing that attracted the two.

Evra quickly grabbed one of the bottles to use to defend themselves before shouting. "Hey! Come out here now!" It wasn't usual to have random thieves wandering in the camp, but they did have the right to protect themselves and the inventory that they use as profit in the Cirque.

Sam stayed right behind Evra, wanting to see what was happening, if the Wolfman had escape, he was taking off running. No questions asked.

"You're surrounded, come out of there nice and slow. You're trespassing!"

The two boys walked over behind a shelf, they faced the trespasser.

Evra immediately dropped the bottle. "Oh my god…" He muttered, eyes widened. Sam gasped loudly to see the person cowering in the corner.

It was a child, an eight year old from what they could guess, the night gown she was wearing was way too small and torn and ripped. Her dull, dirty white hair was unruly long, down past her ankles. Dirty, smelly, there was dried blood in her frail hands, her bones were sticking out from lack of food and nourishment.

Along her arms and legs, the two boys saw deep cuts, bruises...

Staring up at the two, there was no light in her eyes, dull and almost no life. Her left eye was a dull greenish blue...and her right eye was a crimson red.

Evra knelt down to her. "Hey…" He calmly said, having Sam slowly back away. "Sam, please go find Mr. Tall." He told him, not breaking eye contact of the young girl. "Hey there, it's okay now." He said. His heart just broke when he saw this little girl in this state. "I'm Evra Von, what's your name?"

The child didn't say anything, she looked up at the strange looking boy. Evra didn't know if she heard him or doesn't want to talk.

"Where did you come from?" Evra asked calmly. He slowly raised a hand to hold it out for her to grab it. "It's o-"

Out of fright, the young child let out a cry, her hand lashed out, cutting Evra's arm with her long sharp curved nails that were in desperate need of trim. Evra let out a yelp when she cut him before getting up.

And she ran away.

"Evra!" Sam shouted, going back over to the snake boy. The snake boy quickly pushed Sam out of the way and ran off after her.

"Hey! Wait up!" He called out. It was started to attract the other cirque performers, who all spotted the child. Ignoring the bleeding, stinging arm, Evra ran after her. "Come back!"

Running past Hans, he jumped. "Whoa whoa whoa! Evra who are you chasing?!"

"I-i don't know!" Evra told him. Just as he was about to catch up to the girl…

She flitted away.

"Whoa!" Evra skidded to a stop when he lost view of her.