The Serpentine Spiral was not a circus for the faint of hearts. Women with the bottom half of a snake coiled within their golden cages, beckoning for freedom. Ring masters hallucinated on opium, swaying to the music like puppets on strings. Girls danced on glass tables sipping on blood while boys threw knives at each other.

Mr. Doctor Man, they had called him. The vampire who showed up with his brothers under mysterious circumstances. He had taken a great interest in you; the Dhamphir. The girl who stuck swords down, or rather, up her throat while dangling upside down from robes while people drew lines of fire around her. The girl who never seemed to be cold, or have any life in her eyes despite the crooked smile she always wore.

He was just so... enticed by it all. By the rumors that surrounded you, by the magic of the circus.

He was a performer, a singer for the wicked and twisted. He could command an audience like a dictator and tell stories like he had lived them.

You had known Remington for nearly five years now, yet had never let him past your iron paned walls. The show went well tonight. He performed before stepping off the stage and letting the audience gasp and fawn over the way you contorted with death like it was your friend.

"Do you ever sleep?" He said, a tinge of amusement in his voice as he slunk into your tent, well after the hours of midnight.