Music and Darkness...[Sabien]

[Aiden Frost]

Frost sat in the first row of the auditorium comfortably, his long legs sprawled out in front of him. He liked the auditiorium, it was peaceful and usually pretty quiet here. He sat in silence gazing at the stage, it had been several years since he'd last been on a stage. He'd been alive for a very long time, and spent many years on stages or playing music for the people. Reaching forward he picked up his guitar and switched his body positioning, he was lounging across the auditorium seats now. His guitar rested against him as his fingers carefully picked and chose the notes he wished to play. The vampire wasn't up for dealing with people to much today. The doctors here seemed very cruel and sadistic, as he'd already noticed in the past, never the less it didn't mean he liked it any better. Half the doctors here were more messed up than the patients and it bothered him that so many had to suffer, he knew he would never have dealt with it when he was young. Then again he'd always been suicidal and idiotic with the things he'd done when he was only a few hundred years old.

But now he'd lived long enough, seen enough to know when things were going badly. Heaving a sigh, he focused on his music, ghosts of the past haunted him much too often. And music was something that he used when he tried to escape, which he did more often than not. And he spent a great deal of time being haunted by the past, he'd lived a long life, met a great deal of people, seen a great deal of people die, it would have been remarkable if he hadn't been haunted. Then again he wasn't exactly the typically vampire, most saw their kind as cruel and blood thirsty and dark. But he was nothing like that, he hated blood, and much prefered to help people over harming them. That's why he much prefered to try and teach the students about their abilities. Pausing in his music, he slid a hand through his messy blonde hair.

He essentially blended in with the dark seats of the auditorium, since he wore black pants, a black collared shirt and black jacket, and honestly if it weren't for his pale skin and golden hair he'd have blended right into the darkness of the auditorium. Especially since he'd dimmed the lights pretty low when he'd entered, even if the lights were no where near as bright as the sun, they still tended to bother his eyes. So he sat in solice and darkness. Continuing to play guitar he tilted his head towards the doorway as footsteps approached the auditorium and a familiar scent filled his sharp nose.

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