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Once the sunlight entered his room, Jonathan woke more relaxed than he had been all night. He was worried about the night to come though, helping a vampire stand up against other vampires was not one of the smartest things to do, but he had reason to believe that he was needed in this. Soon the world would understand what vampires and his own beast-kin were, and he would rather them understand instead of brand them off as witches and see them all burn.

He readied himself for the day. It was easy, a shower, a fresh set of clothes, some breakfast, and soon he was out in the town looking around to see what was going on. He studied the people and wrote down his thoughts as he went. Then he heard something faint, not too far from him that sounded like a piano, and a good piano at that. Being someone who once believed in music, he was drawn to the place and room with a young woman with vibrant red hair playing the paino. He sat himself down and began to write her position, her glossy beauty, and everything else about her that would be good for a character in a novel, or even in a paper. He wondered if she was part of the supernatural, or had any contact with them, but until she was done, he stayed still.