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(enters from Hurdys apartment)

Hurdy drove through the streets looking for something to do. He looked over and saw a little boy drained of blood. He stopped and went over to the body. Then he quickly hid it and went back to his car. "Damn vamps are gonna reveal our presences to the whole world." He then drove up to a pub and parked his car and went in to watch the baseball game on the television.

Reno saw somone flying off with somone over his shoulder off."Eden...."He ran after him.

Zzeill had climbed onto the roof tops and had gone bounding across them to get away from the aparments she had come from. After a good long running of roof hopping and avoiding human eyes she stopped on a deserted roof top and rested, taking the violin case from her back and placing it to the roof gently. Moving the long coat out of the way she took a seat near the roof edge and slid the violin case over to her. Opening it she took the very well kept violing from its case and placed it under her chin. Taking the bow she started to play the horse hair bow across the string, and pressed the cords to creat the notes she wanted. Then she went into Beethoven's Romance number two. She would play this for a long while as the song itself was eight minutes long to begin with.

As the Lycan drew to the end of her song she would open her blue eyes and look about the city, lowering the violin from her shoulder to her side and holding the bow at her side equilly. The city was quiet, from the night walkes point of view anyway. There was plently of humans, but she couldnt seem to find any of the nightwalkers about. Not even a hunter, it would seem. Sighing, Zzeill put the violin back to her shoulder, and readied her bow. Drawing it across the strings once more she started on another of her favorites, and another Beethoven, Symphony number nine. As she played, and touched the cords she would allow her eyes to close, only needing her great hearing to find the notes, and never missing once. Still in her top hat and long coat she was probably a sight to look at, though she doubted anyone was looking anyway. She just played her music.

As she played on, ignoring the sounds of the city about her, she simply kept to her music. Instead of stopping when she got to the end of the Symphony nine, she went into another tune, another of her favorites, without missing a beat. Even as she was so involved in her music she would lose all notice of the world. Her hearing was focus on her music and not missing a note, and her eyes were shut, so it would seem she was dead to the world. But her scence of smell was still being used. Moving past the smell of rosin on the bow and strings she caught a familliar scent, but she didnt stop the tune untill it was at its end. When she drew the final note she would pasue a moment, letting the note die into the night. She opened her blue eyes and looked over toward the scent she had picked up. It was that hunter again, the one Finn had scarred up. Now she knew how he felt. Lowering the insturment from her shoulder she gave him a look before turning around and placing the violin back in its case, closeing it afterward to make sure it would not get ruined. Then she turned back to the hunter, allowing the light of the city to get under the brim of her hat to allow him to look at her face. The long scar was present on her face, the one Finn had caused, but she wouldnt blame her. It lead from the top of her right brow, across the bridge of her nose and stopped under the left eye on the cheek. Giving the hunter a small bow she never took her eyes from him.
"Good eve. I am suprised you haven't tried to kill me yet."
She said, getting right to the point. He had been there for a long while as she played, she knew that, and she knew she had left plenty of chance for him to strike. But he had not.

Zzeill would bow again at his words.
"Thank you, I try my best."
She stated as she rose from her bow. Placing her hand to the scar apon her face she would pause a moment, thinking of a good way to say this.
"Lets just say, I no longer trust fireworks."
She said in a sly tone, hopeing he would understand that it was Finns doing. If he couldnt guess that anyway he should be slapped. She studied his posture and his weapons as he spoke, remembering that he indeed carried a bow. Placing a hand under her chin as he spoke of not wanting to kill her on sight she would glance back at the bow, the hand not leaving her chin far as she turned.
"Maybe I found a way to calm the beast, as it were."
She said before returning her blue gaze back toward him, the eyes of a preditor would fall on him, but they were still calm and rather welcoming. She wasnt one to strat fights, only finish them, or die in the attempt. After a time she would lower her hand from its place under her chin. Takeing a step back she would move closer to the edge, standing on its ledge and looking over the city.
"I havent seen you around for a while Ein... where have you been?"
She said, knowing she wasnt going to get a straight answer from him anyway. It was just the way things went it seemed. She gazed back at him, only moving her torso and head to look, but her feet set in place on the roof edge.

Ein grinned at the answer. Seems it must've been Finn's doing, either by purpose or accident. In response to her final question, he got sort of a distant look in his eyes, as though he were reliving something but not remembering it at the same time. Sort of an empty, lost look. "I was...gone. For a long while. I had no destination. Just sort of wandering. Felt kind of lost, really. Don't know why or when I left, but I was obviously gone for a while, now wasn't I?" Subconsciously, he wound up looking at his palms, as if he could find the answer in them somehow. Yeah...right. Even he wondered where he went for those months on end. They all seemed like a blur to him, and he recalled nothing of his travels. That is, if he did travel and didn't just sit in the corner of some asylum, babbling to himself. Although, that seemed a little far fetched for someone like Ein. Ein was mostly calm, cool, and collected. A pragmatist, someone who found the simplest solution to everything. And usually the simplest solution to most of his problems was at the end of one of his arrows. Normalcy returned to him, and the flat steel blue shine returned to his eyes. "And what trouble have you two been stirring up while I was MIA, if may ask?" He spoke with a grin.