Thin pale fingers danced across the colour inverted piano keys. The man that those fingers belonged to hunched over as the digits jammed heavily against the keys to produce suddenly shocking deep notes. He stood slowly, turning towards an empty auditorium and bowed to a crowd only he saw; a self assured smile pulling at thin lips. He grabbed his suit coat, glancing down at the mark on his wrist before throwing the jacket on. His soul mate apparently had to be from one of the few languages he hadn't learnt in his years upon years of traveling. An odd coincidence he chalked up to the fates that be.

 He rubbed his wrist gently as he made his way out of the hall. Grabbing his gloves and pulling then on, the vampire stepped out into the sun. He hissed gently as the familiar dull pain raced through his system. Years prior he had discovered that the sensitivity to sunlight his kind had was more of an itch that wouldn't go away if you covered up as best you could.

 His manager raced up behind him "Solenne" she began. Solenne turned on his heel and smiled at his manager. Whilst the tall blonde woman was a great manager, her demands were often odd and off base "you have the day off to go find your Soul Mate" 

Solenne rubbed his gloved hand down his face, a sure sign of expiration "Really Marie?" He laughed "that's today's orders?" 

Maried nodded and grinned "Of course it is!" The blonde bounced excitedly, her long hair jumping around "I mean the dates today" she suddenly caught sight of her own soul mate's name and date, her face turning from excitement to wistful longing. 

Solenne gave her a smile "you're only two years off Marie..." and held her hand and tapped the brand of her wrist "and I'll do everything in my power to make sure this one works" he simply nodded before turning on his heel and setting out into the city.

-----Some Time Later-----

Solenne turned into a busy street, the hustle and bustle of the city always sending him to a unique place of focus. It took a lot to chain away the beast that hungered for blood, even when recently fed. Solenne had found the easiest way was to become preoccupied with his music. His gloved fingers tapping away at his thigh, playing a song he remembered from one of his many duplicitous lives led long ago. Red eyes twitched as the beast inside him, the hunger, the desire, rattled against the cage of his mind. The burning roared in his throat and his stomach. He quickly ducked into a cafe. The smell of coffee calming his shot personage. The burn was replaced by a new sensation. A small tingle on his wrist. They were here...in this café. He sat down and his eyes flicked around, waiting to be served. They would find him.