Smith was leaning against one of the doorways into the back stage area. “Ah, the man of her moment.” he said quietly, looking to him with suddenly clear eyes that shone unnaturally in the light, the whisper continued when he spoke again.

“Make sure that you don’t harm her, child of the night.” he said regarding him with those eyes. “As much as your intentions seem pure on the surface, I know what you are. I know what your kind do, and if I find you not abiding by the accords laid down two hundred years ago, I will destroy you for the sake of her soul, understood?” With that he slid away, leaving the doorway clear and open before he went to loudly congratulate the owner of the Apollo who was currently surrounded by flash bulbs and clamouring journalists all with pens waving and wagging.

“Please, please!” he said in a thunderous voice heard many times in church. “Don’t hound the poor man or the girl who has taken our hearts on the stage!” He said as he waved some of them back. “Please, for God’s own sake and peace leave the poor fellow alone!” the journalists abated somewhat before Timothy, nodded his thanks to the Reverend and began to head towards a side-room where the journalists could talk to him properly.