*COMPLETED* Chris is a centuries-old vampire, a myth around town. But Chris isn't as monstrous as people make him out to be, he's lonely and wants some company. Rose has a morbid fascination with death, she has 'Death Sense' the ability to tell how and when someone will die. The only death she can't predict is her own. She bumps into Chris on her way out of town, he asks her to become his assistant and in return, he'll help her train her powers. One by one Chris's friends roll into town and sparks fly between Rose and Ricky. But after townspeople start getting murdered, the town decides to hunt down the myth. Chris is innocent, but some of his friends might not be. Can Rose use her 'Death Sense' to find out the truth and clear Chris and Co? And does somebody else have eyes for Rose?

(RickyxChris) Ricky was abandoned when he could barely walk by his parents because of his rare flaws. Chris is in a popular freak show that travels across the USA as America's tallest man. Manson's Cirque De Freak. What happens when Chris stumbles upon a new and rare freak?

Harlowe didn't mean to fall in love with Zoe- but when does anyone ever mean to fall in love? Somewhere between the costumes, and the dances, and the little touches backstage, Harlowe had let herself slip. Zoe was an older girl, with her portrait in pink feathers and pearls stretch across the outside of the club, but she never bit her tongue. She told Harlowe she was pretty and talented- she told Harlowe she was special- and after long enough Harlowe started believing her. Zoe could convince Harlowe to do anything. That's how everything changed. * * * "Why did you leave Saturday?" Zoe asked suddenly, her voice still warm and sedated like her body in Harlowe's lap. Harlowe chewed her bottom lip. She didn't like lying, but she was good at half truths. "My mom was blowing up my phone. She grounded me." She watched Zoe's features twist into something unpleasant, and Harlowe ran a finger over her cheek in vain, trying to smooth her frown. "You're eighteen." Zoe reasoned. Harlowe shrugged though. "I'm also trying not to get kicked out." "That's not fun." Zoe hummed after a minute, closing her eyes to savour the feeling of Harlowe's fingers twisting through her hair and the rain splattering at their toes.