"Well, it's almost time, ain't it? Halloween. That's my day. It's my month. Fear is at an all time high - or, at least, it used to be." Now it was mostly joy and lust because everyone treated Halloween as a party time but Jonathan had plans. He was going to change it. Halloween would be the day he was at his peak, when he was powerful, when he could get whatever he wanted.

It was a shame though - just one day? Tsk. So boring. He wished it was every day.

"Folks like to party, fuck and drink so what is there to fear? My time to shine and no one is watching." Jonathan lamented as he flipped through his book idly, feeling a rush. There was something about Jonathan reconnecting to one of his most important tools, a piece of himself really - it created an uneasy surge of power that could not go unmissed by anyone near him. Jonathan's eyes glowed again as he looked at Edward. "Do you think of me on Hallow's eve?"