The employees were a buzz with theories and reactions toward the bodies being found and the bloody message on the tent walling. Byron paid it no mind. They all were acting as if death was not an extremely common happening amongst the Cirque. His ability to take any patron he wished and destroy their bodies as he pleased could be said to be the only thing that kept the sociopath amongst them.
Humans trembling in fear merely made them more of his taste. No other scents in the world could compare to fear and lust. Byron had watched Alaia play her little game with the young girl, so unaware of herself and not understanding the raising feelings that stirred upon the sight of his childer.
Byron's shadow appeared beside the human long before Byron himself did, the sides of his hair trimmed short, leaving the top long, black eyeliner highlighting the piercing blue eyes, and an ever charming smile on his lips. "Little love, what do- we- have- here?" Each word was punctuated with amusement.