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The summer storms, in particular, were the most beautiful. The rain came down hard, but brief, and the winds blew so fast overhead that the clouds rolled against each other, barely eeking out the faint glow of the moon far above through their various fluffy thicknesses. Only the supernatural eyes of a vampire could detect such dim light, and the sky resembled a work of godly art. 

The air was warm still, and the rain was ending... winds beginning to die down. The air in the country was always so much cleaner and more pure than near human filth. It used to be that way everywhere, long, long ago. It was in this blissful night dream that Mithias stepped out onto the high rock ledge over looking the valley. His long, straight black hair seemed to vanish behind him into his long black coat. A violin pressed up against his white chin, and he looked out to the horizon beneath those thick, summery clouds. 

This is what he enjoyed. Peace, and satisfying oneness with the mysterious planet that had been given to them all by god. Natural, and immortal, he was a being of divine blood. All vampires were. It was simply too bad not all of them knew their purpose. 

With gratitude and appreciation, his white, clawed hand brought the bow to the strings, and for a moment, even the wind seemed to wait to hear what was to be played. Mithias loved the sounds of the violin. He loved to play out his spirit and speak to the timeless universe, patiently pleading, loving. It was centering. 

As he played, he felt joy. It grew like a power in his veins and without him even trying, he caused small flames to begin to dance on the top of the bow, singing it, but so beautiful. He let himself for this moment, be lost in happiness and hope.