Vlad sat patiently in front of the black self-playing piano as it played Nocturne No. 19 in E Minor per request.

He swayed gently, his dark red eyes rolled back as the indented, rustic brown keys waltzed in a compelling rhythm.

His children, Dimitri, Esme, and Andrei, explored the English town as his wife, Elena, cared for the dying, royal purple petunias outside.

Alas, there was peace.