John hadnt been back to the blues club since he had met Alastrina. He didn't want to see her, or that is what he told himself. Yeah they had a fun night, a very eventful one at the very least, but a part of him hoped that they would pass eachother on the street. This was the more powerful wish, he found himself searchingthe faces on street corners. He stood next to a man who played the guitar like no other person he'd ever seen. The old guy had a beard and yet seemed to have the vitality of someone less than half his age. That and he was chill, just calm and that clamness seemed to roll off him in waves, John needed those waves more then he relized.

He'd been dreading the return of the Vampire ever since he'd seen him in the window at Alastrina's. Every night he hid himself away in his home and didn't come out until morning. Closing his eyes he bathed in the sunlight and leaned his head against the wall behind him. He listned to the music, listened to the rifts that came and went and the feet of the people as they walked past. He wondered, and as he wondered he found his eyes looking at the people who passed him. How many of them were werewolves, or any other werecreatures. Had magical abilities, for he knew of the supernatural but to only a short extent. He thought about going to the library then maybe he could find a way to kill this particular Vampire , a way of wounding him that he hadnt thought of before, but the music was so lulling to him that he found himself relaxing in the moment and enjoying the music. THe old man could play that was for sure.