It had been century’s spending each night at a bar. Drinking his money away. He was rich. But it was starting to show in his wallet, that his old drinking problems were getting the best of him. What is Entirety with no one to spend it with? While he lost the love of his life from a werewolf  had hunted them down, he was a hunter of vampires. The love of his life had seen a shot coming for Zain, she had got in the way of the spike. But it had pierced her heart.  The werewolf had gotten away. He had lost the love of his life. But she had made him swear that he must live on if she was to die. She had made him do this. Because she believed in reincarnation. But she didn’t tell him why; she wanted him to do it. But as the years go on. Living on was harder without her.<br/>He sat at the bar thinking about the many years he wasted at the same bar. The bartender and him had a silent relationship. The bartender knew Zain was a vampire. An Zain was able to visit the bar without  worrying anyone expecting him being young too long. He always told people he was 34 or switch it to 37. He rolled his drink around on the surface of the bar. The bartender looked at him. “How about you go home. You've been here a lot. Walk around...” The bartender smirked. “There is more places in the world, more interesting then this place. Besides maybe you can find another lady.” He chuckled.<br/>Zain shot a glare at the bartender. “Or not.” The bartender took back his words. He then shrugged. “Do whatever. I just think your long life shouldn’t be wasted here. And that you need to find a nice gal.” Zain huffed.<br/>“Whatever.” He paid for his drink. He walked out the bar with a glass of scotch on the rocks.<br/>Sighing he started to walk the busy streets of Seattle. He didn't want to go home to the clan. He stopped walking after a few blocks. Laid his back onto the wall and had slide down to sit on the group. Taking a sip of his drink. Watching the many mortals passing him. A few here and there of the immortal beings.  Werewolf’s and vampires.