It was a gloomy day in New Orleans, Viktor roamed around the buzzling city in his usual black coat, his hands are tucked behind his back while his obsidian like eyes gazes around.

I entered an Opera House to watch any performance I got interested in, so I sat on the very back of the crowd with my legs crossed whilw patiently waiting for the performance to begin.

The curtains rolled up and revealed a brunette woman wearing a lilac colored Regency Gown, I raised an eyebrow and leaned back against the velvet seat.

My eyes continued to stay in her figure as she sang a melody that I always loved, the melody I always liked to play in any instrument. The way her hands gracefully moved as she sang, her eyes sparkling as she glances at the audience... and how her lips moved as each lyric leaves her mouth.

Later, I waited at the entrance of the Opera House, gazing around me as I waited for the lady to leave the building. I stiffened when I smelled a aromatic and very intriguing scent, I turned around to see the lady I have interested on after her marvelous performance. I furrowed as the feeling inside me continues, I gripped my chest as I watched her walks out of the premises.

"No... this could not be..."

I then noticed her looked at my direction and approached me, but her actions holds reluctant and... shyness? This woman has got me intrigued and... it seems... after all of these years... I have finally found.. my mate...