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Ryder muttered something rude under his breath, gazing a bit angrily at the vampires. It was his fault his brother was mad at him, and it seemed like there was nothing he could do to change that. What did his brother have to say that Ryder was a disgrace, you can't help the people you fall for, and he knew that because look at his brother. Obviously falling for a half-breed even if he describes his dislike towards half-bred werewolves. He wasn't any better at least not in Ryder's mind. Sighing softly he lifted weight's checking the time now and then. He didn't want to leave his room not any time soon unless it was out playing with his niece or nephew. Finally at 5:30 he literally threw the weight down on to the ground. If his floors were wood it would have made a larger thud than it did.

Ryder glancing around he then threw himself into the shower to take a quick one before leaving his room to look for his brother or better yet his niece and nephew. “Uno di voi ha visto Ryder?” He heard his brother say which made him smile a very tiny smile. He was getting close. Hurrying towards where his brother was he answered with: "Proprio qui! Hai perso me?" Walking towards his brother while slowing his place he looked up to his brother, grinning happily now. "Dove sono Janelle e Jr.?" He questioned his brother as his eyes glanced around their area. While the scent of his family members seem to linger ever so slightly it was kind of hard to know where they went due to the fact that several other scent's were around, including those vampires. Turning away he fled to the fridge, grabbing out a loaf of bread out. By the time Ryder was stick to pieces of bread into the toaster and was grabbing a plate he noticed Dante stalk in, giving him a look as if say 'Don't bother me unless you have a death wish.' Definitely not the friendliest vampire he has ever met. Dante stood there for a moment then let out a soft grumble as he stalked off and away from the kitchen. Raising an eyebrow he didn't even think of saying anything.

"Oh, e Michael, abbiamo intenzione di andare a caccia qualche volta?" Ryder mentioned down the hallways towards his brother's direction, with a shrug. Not that he was trying to be rude or anything but everything was collecting dust and he has been wanting to hunt for a while now. He understood that the craziness of the vampire moving in wasn't making things any easier it was just that they could have found some time to hunt or do some kind of wolf thing. Not to mention he was just aching to do something that took physical activities. "Just wondering," He added quickly, running a hand through his hair. He glanced in the direction of Dante, grabbing the hot toast from the toaster and throwing them on to the plate. 'Damn,' He thought as he blew on his hands that quickly healed. No longer was his hands burning because of the hot toast that had momentarily hit his hands before he had place the toast on its plate. At the time that he was placing butter on to his toast was the time that he heard a piano. He knew that they had a piano in this huge house but the only reason he was so surprised about hearing someone play it was that well no one ever really played it. At least not any more unless you included Janelle or one of the kids playing with the keys of the piano. Making his way towards the dinning room after the butter was on the toast which was on the plate.

Dante laid in bed all day, staring up at the ceiling secretly hating his life. After a while he just got up finally, taking a while as he applied his makeup, foundation only to hide the wrinkles that he had on his face. After applying his makeup he threw on a suit, trying to look nice. You should always look good and have a good appearance so that people can find out attractive and interesting instead of ugly and disgusting or old. He fled from his room once he find himself some what suitable. Fleeing his way past the mutts in the dinning room then into the kitchen where Ryder was he shot him a look, standing there a moment before fleeing away to look around more in this huge house. If he was going to live here he at least needed to know where everything was and what all they had here. "Lupi stupidi," He muttered under his breath, stalking away from the kitchen and around the huge home. Stopping at a door that he carefully opened, poking his head in only to notice the piano. There it was a magnificent, large piano. A rare smile spread across his face as he flicked the light on and went into the room, taking a seat in front of the piano. Glancing around he began to wonder if Astrid was around. He found her dancing funny at times, mostly because she was cursed to dance when ever she heard music but also because well he had his reasons. His finger tapping a key on the piano then his fingers moving smoothly to one key to another. Playing an instrumental of a song that he used to play many, many years ago when he was a professional singer.

His memories going back to times before. His wife tapped him on his shoulder, grinning happily as she swayed to his music. It was the 1800's and he was playing the piano for his wife, his son, and friends. He hesitated a note, messing it up. A laugh escaped his lips. "Whoops," he muttered as he began to play again. Everyone danced to his music with their significant others. A human blood bag or two lingering close by as they watched them sing and dance. This was one of the last memories of his wife aside from when 1803 came around and his wife and child were brutally murdered before his eyes. Momentarily he stopped playing after the memory of his wife and son came back to him. He ran a hand through his hair, glancing over his shoulder before playing another song, his music echoing a little. A little warily he watched as the key pressed down, causing the noise in this room. Momentarily he hummed softly to himself, his face returning to its normal expression while he hummed and played the piano. When he changed keys to the song he began to softly sing with the piano, his deep voice making his voice a little louder than he had hoped. Playing and singing were the only things that he had to hold on to his past. The thing that makes him happy and that can make other's happy too. Not to mention it helped him forget about what was going on.