He watched her face light up. He follows her with her gaze as she moved around in the room. "That is good." he says. "And no I didn't know. There has been anyone else in this house since my daughter was s-----murdered." he says. Barely catching himself. He'd almost said slain. His daughter was a pure-blood vampire. Her mother was a vampiress who seduced him. Him having angel blood made her conciving a child of his easier than if he'd been a vampire fully.<br/><br/>Blinking as she pulled all the curtians close. The only reason it was odd is because there wasn't any windows at all on the second floor of his self-built house. He shakes his head and wonders on this. He had put the entire house together. Painted walls and everything.<br/><br/>The only reason her closing the curtians on the "windows" was because there was no windows there. Just the windows he had painted onto the wall. To give it the appearance of there being life outside that you can see yet you couldn't. He honestly didn't think his paintings were that good and so her not noticing that it was painted on...not real...confused him. He yawns and goes to lay down<br/><br/>Dusk....<br/><br/>Around the ending of dusk and beginning of the evening he wakes. He washes, dresses, and heads to the rose garden next the graveyard. Entering the graveyard first. Tending to tombstones and other things. Dusting, cleaning, and trimming the entire graveyards landscape. It was an hour after evening when he went into the rose garden. His rose garden was made up of red, black, and crimson roses. The last rose was a red and black rose hybrid. These three roses had been his daughter's favorites. So that was the only roses that inhabited his flower garden.<br/><br/>He didn't destroy this garden or allow it to die...for one reason. He felt as if in some odd strange sort of way...this was one of the three connections to his daughter he had left. The first was a photo of him and her the day before she was slain. His daughter never hurt anyone...she never bleed a human dry. She was a kind and loving child. Two was the special doll he had made her for her third birthday. She would be ten or eleven in three days if she hadn't been slain by a vampire hunter. And the last was this rose garden. Made it feel as if in some strange sort of way the garden would keep her spirit alive forever.