[color=004b80][center][h1] Grant Holiday [/h1][/center][/color]
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By the time Piper had returned to her room, Grant had left the manor. He was fully clothed, and left for one simple reason. His hearing was impeccable and when he heard about how Miss Nora and Piper would be leaving to go meet with the Council, he decided he had interest in doing any of that. He had other matters to attend to. Things that went beyond his usual literary adventures. Grant left a note on Pipers bed, explaining he was not leaving her, he simply had other duties to attend to. He would find her by her scent, something that linked them together no matter where they were in the world. Grant signed off with a quite.

[i]"All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages."[/i]
[i]"May the road rise up to meet you, may the wind be ever at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face and the rain fall softly on your fields. And until we meet again, may God hold you in the hollow of his hand."[/i]

Grant had walked outside and dabbed himself and his touch points with a few clipped flowers, that when pressed together than create a hiding scent, which Grant learned from a book. Grant wanted to see Piper again, his feelings were genuine but he was new to all this. Piper.....her scent he could smell even miles into the city, which was where he was using his vampire speed. 

Grant moved quickly, masking himself even further by blending in with the humans. He bumped into a few, rubbing off on them, making his scent which was hidden still spread out amongst people. Grant did not want to be followed at all and he knew Piper might try to find him before he was ready. Grant walked into a bar, no different than any other bar to the naked eye. Grant walked into the bar and took a seat at bar top. The bartender walked over to him and asked him his order.

[color=004b80]"I wish to order a crimson omen, topped of with a black hand."[/color]

The bartender nodded and his hand went below the counter, pressing a button underneath. The wall to the left of the counter shuddered and slid open. No one bat an eye at this in the bar. Grant stood up and walked over, through the door into a dark room. Grant was able to figure out where the chair was in the room and sat. When he did a booming voice spoke.

[color=ed1c24]"What is music of life?"[/color]

[color=004b80]"Silence my brother."[/color]

Grant paused for a moment, and when nothing happened Grant continued.

[color=004b80]"My mission was a success. My target was eliminated. I was nearly made, one of my marks allies tried to flush me out. But I made the acquaintance of one Ms. Nora Baker, who gave me hospice. And it seems she is going to be traveling to meet with the council." [/color]

All was silent for a few moments, interrupted by the mysterious persons voice.

[color=ed1c24]"Very good, my brother. Now I have a new mission for you."[/color]

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