He recognized that sound. The familiar hum of a cello. Why was he here? Had she finally gone to sleep?

Solomon stood atop the Eiffel Tower, his thoughts pending. Vietnam was in the process of being cleaned up, and he had left his brothers to fix it. It wasn't really his job. Besides, he was looking after Karl who was still angry and would constantly complain about Saya and her vicious ways. Oh, how he loved her, Solomon would think.

Finally the blonde business man had gotten away from all of the pestering. It seemed like Paris was one of the more calming places to be.

That sound again. Where was he? That man who stood beside his master's sister for all of eternity. What did he look like? Solomon had only been told about how he played the cello constantly; a beautiful instrument. Was he younger? Or maybe was a lot older and had grey hair? There was no real way to know unless he wanted to seek out the mysterious musician.

The music stopped. Slightly aghast, the gentleman rushed towards the elevator of the tower. He had decided to search.

One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four.

He didn't need to count out the beats to songs anymore. After a hundred years, you get used to it. The music seemed like a second language to him. Sometimes he would use it as a second language. There wasn't much he needed to say anyways. Life goes on.

Sitting against the cold alley wall, he played. His black, 19th century coat was thin, but he didn't feel temperature anymore. The need for something thicker wasn't necessary.

The Parisian streets were quiet except for the tones of his cello and the occasional words from a French couple. This was one of his favourite spots to go when Saya was sleeping. He was able to think and remember the times before, when she was happy and they would travel together.

Haji suddenly quieted the notes he was playing. Someone was drawing nearer. And they didn't seem human. Who was it? It wasn't a normal chiropteran. They didn't seem threatening or lethal in any way. So who would be wandering the streets of Paris with the aura of a monster?

It had been a year or so since Saya had attacked in Vietnam. Why were humans so impatient? She was about to awake anyways. They couldn't wait another year. Now she is asleep once again, and he didn't have a chance to spend any real time with her. It didn't seem fair in a way. Yet, it wasn't his choice. He only lived to be with her and do whatever she may ask of him.

The song continued, but Haji listened for the man. He knew it was a man. There was no perfume and he didn't get the feeling that it was a woman striding through the streets. The darkness ruled out any sort of sight after half a mile.

What was it about a chilly, summer night in Paris that aroused all sense of wonder?

Solomon was dying to know, but he had years to think about it, and tonight he was busy looking for the chevalier to his master's sworn enemy. Thankfully, his brothers were too busy in Vietnam and America to take any notice of him. How closed-minded they could seem sometimes. But he loved them dearly. They were his brothers by blood, after all.

The music had begun again, but it was quiet. He had sensed him. Maybe the man was stronger than his brothers had ever given him any credit for.

Solomon brushed a lock of blonde hair from his eyes, watching the humans walk past him slowly. Young girls still stopped to stare at him, the few that walked the streets at night. He didn't think anything of it. Instead he kept walking in the direction of the melodic music.

His curiosity was getting the better of him minute after minute.

Now Haji began to play louder. He wondered who was looking for him and why. What about him intrigued some soul of his kind to seek him out? Especially after so many years of silence. He had never met one of Diva's chevaliers.

The man was getting closer. Not a mile away. He couldn't seem him yet, but the alley was quite dark and secluded. It wouldn't be long before the monster walked around the corner.

What would he do when he saw him? Haji could fight, but for what purpose? Saya wouldn't awake for another 20 odd years. He had no reason to kill anyone linked to Diva right now. Truthfully, he was happy playing his cello until he had felt the chevalier's presence. What was it he wanted?

Solomon walked a little faster. The sound was getting louder and louder. Until finally he could see him: the chevalier. The man that his queen's sister had turned so many years ago.

Everything seemed to slow down to almost a complete stop.