Freak Show {The Pack and Friends}

• Part 9 •

Jay's Perspective

I headed over to Vikk's tent, leaning my ear against the fabric. Alesa and Ashley had tag-teamed all morning, taking turns trying to cheer him up.
And yet nothing had worked...

'Vikk? Are you in there?'
'Go away Jay. I just want to be left alone.'
'I'm not going to let you just sit in there... We have to leave tonight.'
''Pack up the stuff around me. Just let me be in the sun.'

Vikk opened the tent door, looking up at me. His cheeks were tear stained, tracks running parallel to each other. His already red eyes were bloodshot, giving his entire face a puffy appearance.

"What do you want Jay?"

I didn't know what to say, I couldn't say anything. So, I just hugged the small vampire, rubbing his back. Vikk's head was tucked into my chest, his arms wound around my waist.

"You remind me of him..."
His voice was muffled by my chest, sniffling into my t-shirt.

"Vikk, I know what you're feeling."
His mood flipped like a switch, now angry and tempered. Handling Vikk's moods was like disarming a bomb, one wrong move and everything exploded.

"No you don't Jay! You don't know anything about me. You don't know anything about Lachlan, or the way I feel!"
Vikk was angry, that much was evident. His hands were balled in fists and a red blush was creeping into his face. He may have been half a foot shorter than everyone else in the Cirque, but everyone knew that an angry Vikk was not a good sign.

"Come here... Please Vikk just come with me. I need to tell you something."

Vikk's Perspective

I sat back on my hammock, my legs pulled up to my chest.
I was wearing the grey sweatpants I had let Lachlan borrow, they were two sizes too big and pooled around my ankles, but I was wearing them...

Jay was sitting in front of me, running his hands through his hair.
"I've only ever fell in love once. It was in the 1920's, her name was Eleanor and she was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen..."

"Umm, sorry to interrupt Jay, but how is this going to help me? My problem is based on the other end of the spectrum... You know, the non-hetero side?"

Jay chuckled, waving a hand at me to just shut up and listen.
"She was breathtaking. Curled golden blonde hair, and intelligent looking grayish-blue eyes. This was before The Cirque, I had to run my own little business at the time, small acts coming and going. But, one day we had an actual show, with I as the host. When it was over, I introduced myself to her, falling in love immediately."

Jay smiled, eyes distant and faded over, locked in his own memory.
"She reciprocated my feelings, the two of us meeting for small dates almost everyday. A year later, on our anniversary, I bought the ring. She said yes, and we were set to be married a few months later. By then, she knew I was a vampire, and yet, she didn't care, she loved me for me."

Jay reached into his shirt collar, pulling out a chain I had never before noticed. In the middle of the chain sat two rings, one with a simple diamond, the other nothing more than a thin, silver band.
"The wedding day. God, I had never been so nervous. She looked stunning coming down the aisle, long sleeved lace dress and glittery vale. I thought, out of everyone in the world, she had picked me. After the wedding, we moved to Europe, bought a house and before I knew it, Eleanor was pregnant. Time passes so fast when I was with her, everything seemed brighter and happier. Yet, I was terrified. I could barely believe it, I was going to be a father. Time passed, and with every week Eleanor got bigger and bigger.
We had a daughter, deciding to name her Eloise. She had brown hair, like me, and Eleanor's eyes. I have never loved anyone more than her, my little Eloise. I lived a happy life, continuing to host freak shows, Eloise even fell in love with one of my acts. His name was Ezra and he had telekinesis, just like you. But by the time it came for Eloise to be married, Eleanor had grown old. An-and I... I looked the same age as the day we had gotten married. I still took care of her, everyday. I never gave up on her. Until, she got sick..."

Jay had begun to cry, tears pooling in the corners of his brown eyes. His weren't red like mine, I having been born into this hell.

"I couldn't do anything about it... She died only a year later. Eloise was twenty four at the time, not soon after marrying Ezra. They moved to the United States and had a child, a little boy named Spencer. I was a grandfather, yet looked 25. Eloise had none of the vampiric traits that I had. She aged the same speed as her mother, was able to be outdoors, slept normally. Everything... I wasn't even able to see Spencer after he was born."

"Within a month, I had sold the house, the entire Cirque ready and prepared to go. It was our last show. And, I, luckily for me, ran into a little boy, trying to sneak behind stage. He had tan skin, shaggy black hair, and long white fangs. Do you know who I mean?"

I smiled, remembering the fond memory. I had made my way backstage, curiously following the loud voices and excitement. I was drawn to the tall host like a moth, his voice heard in my head.

"I could hear you... as I walked toward the Cirque, your voice got louder."

Jay ruffled my hair, finally having cheered me up. I shot him a small frown, fixing the mass of black on my head.
"I'm glad I did find you. The only telekinetic vampire I have ever met, and one of my most popular acts. Quite popular with the ladies, I do admit, the cute Indian vampire."

A blush worked it's way into my cheeks, rubbing the back of my neck awkwardly.
"So... What do you want me to do? About, well, you-know-who."

"Well Vikky. It's up to you. I found my true love, and even though it was only for a little while, I had happiness... You deserve the same."

"Really Jay?"

"Really Vikk. Let's go find us that Australian.
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I think I may have teared up while writing this chapter... Oops