It started when a circus performance went on, it was great. Everyone cheering and enjoying the show, asking for more. It was a wonderful show and once the crowds had left, the performers and workers would clean up. One of the performers heard a odd sound, like crying. Wondering if a child got lost and quickly looks. However they didn’t find a child but a baby left with the trash. The performer picks up the baby, it was a boy. They got the baby to quiet, seeing their two tone eyes. Since he was basically thrown away, they decided to raise him.

Over the years he learn many tricks, hanging out with different performers to learn what truly called to him. He help feed the animals and learn alot. He love to contort into different positions, he like trapeze, though his favorite was the clowns. It was a clown who found him, he loved their makeup and how they made everyone happy. He was told he could do multiple things if he like. It took him longer to learn how to juggle and plate spinning was even harder, though he was determined to learn as much as he could.

When he was a young adult of about the age twenty, he was doing a performance. The ringmaster introducing him as Razzle Bazzle Dazzle. Out on the ring in his makeup, swinging with the other trapeze. He flip in the air, staring at the crowd. He could see everyone when he did trapeze, noticing a white haired male. They been there a couple of nights. He land in the muscle man arms for a daredevil trick the the audience loved. When he got to the ground he wave at everyone, passing the raccoon looking male. Staring with those two tone eyes, that the makeup only seem to brighten his eyes.

After the show Bazzle and a few others often hit up a pub to drink. Bazzle rarely took off his makeup, proud to be a clown. Plus everyone was usually exhausted from the show. Bazzle was drinking, with his dark red hair starting to fall out of the ponytail. He took a sip and damn near jumped his skin when the raccoon eye guy was right there.”shit man i didn’t see you.” He said with a cough.

“Oh sorry to startle you, that was a lovely show.” He told him.

Bazzle gave a smile “oh thanks, glad you like it. I’ve seen you a few times at couple of pur shows.”

“I simply enjoy seeing you perform.” He half lied, really he was hiding, but Bazzle had become a plus. “Your eyes…” he state.

Bazzle looks to him “oh yeah, guess i couldn’t pick which color. Ended up with two colors.” He chuckles with thr scrawny male.

“Such a wonderful treasure they be I bet” saying something that totally wasn’t creepy at all.

Bazzle stared as he says “Im rather fond of my eyes in my head.” He nervously chuckles.

Though didn’t deter Bazzle from talking to him, they drank through the night. Bazzle was well drunk as the male and him move to leave “Your not so bad, um…i dont think I got your name” he said in a slur tone.

The male grabs and pulls Bazzle into an abandon building. Bazzle being abit surprised, however he give a hiccup. “So Bazzle was it? I notice that you are also a contortionist. Ever been pushed in more erotic manners?” Pressing himself against the clown.

Bazzle stared at the man, feeling his body against his. His makeup hiding the red in his cheeks “I make it a point to not mix my abilities and um lucrative stuff.”

The male leans in to kiss the clown, as he lick up Bazzle neck and let his other hand slide down to message the clown. Causing Bazzle to groan and squirm as he grips the other male “o-of theres always a first for everything.” He say. Which it was clear the other was planning to do what they want whether Bazzle was into it or not. Though Bazzle was feeling incline, as the male pulled at his clothes.

He put Bazzle flexibility to the test to, really working the clown. The makeup a muddle mess on both their face, Bazzle to drunk to realize the male had been feeding on his blood. Each bite only cause the clown to cry out and meet a bliss of ecstacy. He didn’t realize how weak he gotten, till after the male finally finished a fourth time in him was draining him more. Bazzle laid weak, blissed out and panting. He thought it was the alcohol, up until the male shoved his arm against Bazzle mouth, forcing him to drink his blood. Bazzle weakly flailed, before he went limp.

When Bazzle woke, it was very unpleasant. Apparently the window of the abandoned building was allowing sunlight in and his arm burned. He rolled away panicking and looks around. He was alone and felt so hungry his stomach hurt. He looks at his badly burn upper arm. He felt his mouth that was sore, feeling the fangs. He heard whispers of Vampires. Now he was one, he had to find his clothes and wait for the sun to go down. Realizing he couldn’t go home, he have to run off. Not wanting to hurt anyone at the circus. Sure they likely still accept him, but if he hurt any of them he wouldn’t live with himself.

Couple years passed and he found a new circus that had more like him, it was called beelze circus. While he had a new family tjis Circus did more then just acts, they did other things, drug trades, whore house, different deals. Bazzle just accepted the new role and did what was needed.