Feiori grinned, grateful he finally found someone in this wretched town that didn't look at him as though they wished to harm him, but shook his head at her offer for a room. "The moment you leave, they'll be all over me..." Turning away he added; "It wasn't out of defence. I went looking for a fight." With a sigh, he kicked a small rock down the hill, and by the time it got to the bottom, its had brought a number of little rocks with it. He was bored with his life. Maybe even depressed. Spending his entire life wandering the world wasn't quite what he had in mind. And if he kept causing problems like killing dwarves, he wasn't going to be wandering much longer. "Do you ever wonder where you belong?" He could feel his chest clenching uncomfortably. "I havent even told you my name yet have I? Its Feiori. And yours?" Somehow he didn't feel right asking her name. After all, she had gotten those annoying midgets off his back.

The dwarves seemed unusually testy today... or at least thats what Feiori thought. Perhaps it was just what he was. Before coming to the darven city, he had heard that they did not particularly like elves. Although he coulndt recall telling any of them that fact. He felt out of place among them, and he could tell from the day he arrived that they didn't like him.

As he crouched down into the small cave he had currently been residing in, he cuaght a glare from one of the passing dwaves, and heard it mutter "Filthy vagrant..." He sighed. Fighting back would probably just make matters worse. They hadn't let him stay at the Inn, nor would they let him stay in a Tavern, so, he slept in the cave. He glanced at his cloak, and thought maybe it could use a washing, as it was caked in mud.

Now, completely conceiled, he could watch the dwarves as they finished up their errends for the day without getting stared at, or having rude remarks shot at him. He grinned. He had never quite appreciated the darkness before now. And he certianly did not like dwarves any more than before. Why did i even come here? He thought angrily.

For the past three days he had slept in a small, dark cave, been harassed by people half his size, and he had had enough. He yawned, and crawled out of the cave. judging by the moon, he had fallen asleep for about two hours. He stood and stretched. His sword was restless, and he could use a good fight. He no longer cared what the stupid dwarves would do. After all, they were so puny. He unsheathed his sword and leapt silently to the rooftops, and scanned the roads for any signs of people. The sound of a stone agaist metal behind him nearly made him jump out of his skin. Feiori wheeled around, and pointed his sword in the direction of the noise. He screamed inwardly at himself for not checking if anyone was on the roof before jumping. He squinted through the shadows, but no one was there. Perhaps he was just getting paranoid. The trapdoor off to the left shifted, and creaked open. He slunk into the shadows, praying the moonlight glinting off his sword wouldn't give him away. A dwarf poked its head over the opening, and looked around, not seeing anything, it slowly emerged, and began investigating. That was when he recognised it as the one who had insulted him earlier. He glared at it, then he quickly snuck around the dwarf, and closed the trapdoor, shutting it out here with him. It turned, and revealed a newly sharpened axe. He laughed. "Do you really intend to fight me with that?" The dwarf seemed puzzled for a moment, then charged. He swiftly dodged the blow, then swung downwards, his weapon leaving a deep gash in the creatures shoulder. It let out a howl of pain, an Feiori noticed several lamps light in the nearby residences. It turned, and continued the attack. He jumped over its axe, nearly mocking it, and decided to end it. He landed behind it, and drove his sword deep into the dwarves back. Again it howled, and several more lamps ignited. He was attracting far too much attention to himself. He twisted the sword, and the howling stopped, the dwarf fell limp. He crouched down, and wiped the blood on its shirt, then he leapt off the roof, and back into the cave. He could hear footsteps, and a shreik. They must have found the corpse. They must know it was me. I need to get out of here. But as he watched from the opening, there was no way he could leave unseen.

Aeacus was walking throught the little dwarven town. They didn't quite like new people, but they semi-new who she was and respected her. She was not one to be dealt with. Aeacus was laying next to a tree and watched the entire scene between a stranger and a dwarve. The stranger fled into a cave and she slowly and silently approached the entrance, her white, blue and red hair glinting in the moonlight, her dark wings in the background. 'ello there. May I ask what that was about?

"What are you doing? They're going to find me!"
Feiori hissed at the stranger. He bunched up his legs and wrenched her inside, his sword glinting dangerously close to her throught.
"Who are you, and how much have you seen?"
He pulled back his sword, and realized his hands were shaking. Never before had he taken a life for mere sport. And never had he planned to. What have I done? He was disgusted with himself Now see what you've gotten yourself into? He sheathed his sword, with great difficulty, owing to the fact that he didn't want to hurt the woman crouched beside him. With a great sigh he muttered "I'm sorry i dragged you into this" Then he turned to her "D...do you think you can help me?" He seemed like a lost child, asking a complete stranger for help. But given the circumstances he could use all the help he could get. One dwarf may not have been a challenge at all, but he didnt quite think he could take on an entire city of them, and come out victorious. Dwarven shouts could now be heard all over the city, never mind the cave. He must have been important... He shuddered.

Aeacus was not afraid of the man. He seemed rather distant and kind. He apparently didn't kill people often. They respect me here, so I could probably help you. I saw everything, but not to worry. You could always say you killed him out of defense, which you did. Or you could say I killed him. I'm Aeacus. Come. Pack up your things. Why are you in a cave anyway? Follow me and don't drag behind. Aeacus walked out of the cave and walked into the village, the stranger following. The dwarves saw them and pointed at the stranger. IT WAS HIM! STUPID ELF! HE MURDERED NANUS! KILL HIM! Aeacus took out her staff and set a tree next to her on fire. The dwarves all stopped and stared. SHUT UP! You stupid dwarves. Making accustions when you don't even know this man. I'm sick of the bitter riverlry between dwarves and elves. When I'm around, no talk of elves. You take them in and say nothing. Do nothing. Out of defense, he killed Nanus. It was because of Nanus's stupidity he is dead. The dwarves were silent the entire time, having respect for Aeacus, and knowing her background as a pirate and her fierce ways. Aeacus pulled out her sword. Any dwarve who wants to make judgements against me or this man do so now and you shall feel a slow and painfull death. The dwarves were completely silent. Aeacus lowered her sword slightly. Alright then. Go back to your homes and forget about this. Any talk or action of this, you and your entire family will suffer. The dwarves, scared and angered, slowly went home. Aeacus turned back towards the stranger and smiled. It helps to have power. Would you like a place to stay other than a small and dirty cave?

Aeacus tilted her head. I'm Aeacus. I'll stay for a while. Also, they will probably give you looks and such but won't harm you. They know I'll be back someday and I'll hear of your death, if they kill you. If they just hurt you, I'll here about that too. Feiori...I'll have to remember that. Aeacus looked up at the stars. Do I ever wonder where I belong? In some point in everybody's life they wonder that same exact question. Some think deeply, others just shrugg it off. I've decided I have no where to belong. I'm just one of those people in the background, watching the stupidity go by, catching bits of wisdom inside it. Aeacus looked back at Feiori and smiled. Come. You need an actual bed. I'll stay for a while. I don't know how long. Whenever I feel like leaving I'll leave. But for now, come. I'll buy you a drink.

"Oh... err... alright then..." He was rather startled, but deeply grateful. Then with a grin he added; "If they kill me?His smile quickly faltered. He was not one to laugh at death, but he wasn't sure what the dwarves could do in groups, nevertheless kill him. If they really were that hostile then coming here maybe wasn't the greatest idea. "My mother died here..." He muttered, suddenly realising the mysterious disapearence of his mother, who was indeed elven. Glaring at the dwarven buildings, he found himself shaking with rage.

Aeacus stared at him in confusion at his shaking. She heard something about his mother. She looked at what he was looking at and slowly pieced together what she thought. To Aeacus it seemed that his mother was an elf and had died here and he is either scared, or just doesn't like dwarves. Aeacus didn't approach the shaking man. Any man angry enough to shake like that, shouldn't be startled. She spoke softly and kindly. They won't kill you. I have no idea how good your fighting skills are but those axes hurt. I could proabably go against this village and live, but I need at least one other person or my song. Anyway, lets get off the matter of dwarves and get a drink and you a room. Dwarven ale is strong, so you might only want one if you want any at all. Aeacus walked to a little inn and bar. She walked in and went up to the bar. There was a women behind it, not dwarven but man. 'ello, 'ello! What can I do for ya? I need two rooms. One for him and one for myself. Aeacus pointed to Feiori when she said, "him." Alright then. Number 3 is yours ma'am, and number 4 is his. Anything else? Two drinks. I'll get 'em for ya. Welcome. Sit, sit! The lady rushed off and Aeacus turned around towards Feiori and raised her arm as a gesture for him to sit. Shall we? Aeacus sat in the corner. You'll have to tell me about yourself. What do you want to drink for starters.

He sat down, but did not look at her. As a matter of fact it seemed as though he wasn't looking at anything. He just glared straight ahead, his eyes narrowed to slits. "Drink? Oh... Nothing... He muttered. He could feel the eyes of the dwarves in the tavern turn to him, and could hear their hurried whispers. "I...I don't feel comfortable here." A slight burning sensation started in his throught, and he looked to Aeacus, wondering desperately why she brought him here. He too a deep breath to help calm him down, then looked down again. "My mother was an elf.. And my father was human. One day they just... left... i dont know where they went... a few months passed, and i began to think they weren't coming back. My father did, and he was badly injured. I can't remember... what he said... but ever since then i've been searching for her... And now i guess i've fulfilled my jouney." He turned back to her. "Now you know why I'm here." Talking usually made things better, but not now. Now he just felt worse.

Aeacus looked at him kindly, listening to his story. She looked at the dwarves and gave them a look to hush them up. Well, you told me some of your history, so I shall tell you some of mine. My Mother and Father were brutally murdered in front of my eyes when I was five. The man who killed them planned to kill me but I escaped. For all my life, this man has been hunting me, and I hunting him. I came here for shelter for a little bit. Some of his bandits were following me so I came here. Aeacus looked out the window. Her bright, yellow eyes glowed from the candels in the bar. There was a touch of green in her eyes. She turned back towards him. If your uncomfortable, would you rather go to a room and talk or just go to your room and leave me? My rooms right next to you and I have very sharp ears. While I'm here they won't do anything. When I'm gone they won't do anything either. But if your uncomfortable do whatever is comfortable for you. Aeacus smiled slightly to comfort him and looked out the window again. All she was trying to do was help Feiori. She didn't know much about him but every person has something special about them. The lady came back and set down two drinks. Aeacus stared at both of them, not really thirsty, and noticed something rather strange on the table. Some elvish markings. Aeacus moved everything off the table and looked closer. She turned towards Feiori. You half-elvish, do you know anything of these?

Feiori stared at the elvish runes, transfixed. Thinking. Then he pulled out his sword, and several of the dwarves gasped. He sighed, then laid it on the table. "Yes i thought i recognised it..." His eyes darted from the blade, where identical runes could be found, to the table. "Lyaa toi il-eresse" He looked up at Aeacus, wondering if she could understand elvish, and, noting the look of obvious confusion he added; "Its means you are not alone..."

Aeacus looked even more confused. She quickly looked around. Aeacus looked closely at the ruins, the sword and Feiori. Do you know anything of these markings? Your...mother perhaps made these, or something of the other? Aeacus looked around again and then out the window then back to the markings.

Feiori sheathed his sword, smiled slightly, then tilted his head. "That was the last thing my mother said to me before she left... she must have carved these." He glanced out the window, then looked at Aeacus. "Whats the matter?" She seemed rather nervous. Distracted perhaps. Not that it really made a difference, he felt rather dazed himself. He rubbed at his temples, and shifted slightly in his seat. These chairs are hard...

Aeacus was picking at her lip and quickly looked up at him. What? Oh, sorry. Nothing, I'm fine. I- Aeacus suddenly stopped and jumped a little when something banged on the wall. A dwarf accidently hit the wall and made a loud bang. Aeacus looked puzzled for a moment. She doesn't usual do that. She's usual very calm about things. Aeacus looked around puzzled then turned back towards Feiori. I'm sorry. I think I'll...go to sleep. Yes...I need sleep. Aeacus quickly got up and turned towards the steps. She noticed the dwarves looks and just turned her head. Aeacus made a quick glance out the window before heading upstairs but froze on the bottom step. She thought she saw something outside. Aeacus looked closely but saw nothing.

Feiori leapt off the seat, and watched as Aeacus hesitated on the step. He walked over to her, and placed a hand on her shoulder. "A...are you alright?" He was quite startled, but felt he needed to help her, after all she'd done for him. "If that assasin comes in here... i'll help you fight... if need be." His eyes were cold and hard, and he had a determined air about him.

Aeacus looked at him finnaly. No..no I'm fine. I'm sorry but you cannot help me. I have to kill him, and me alone. Also, he's far to smart to waltz right into a bar and try to kill me. He has many working for him. That's why It's hard for me to put trust into people. Aeacus squeezed his hand, let go, and walked upstairs.

Feiori hung his head and sighed. Too many times this has happened. He glanced over his shoulder, and noticed that a few of the dwarves had left after the word 'assasin'. He went up the stairs, slowly, until he was facing a long hall with random doors lining the walls. Not wanting to disturb anyone, he tried to remember what room the bartender said she was in, but couldn't. He sat down on the top of the stairs and waited for a sign.

Aeacus walked into the room and saw a dwarf sitting in a chair in a corner, looking very angry. Aeacus was half expecting this. She sighed and entered the room, closing the door behind her. The little dwarf stood up angrily. How dare you let him in here?! He's an elf! He's not welcome! I have no right to treat him fairly. His face was puffy and red with rage. Aeacus looked at him calmy and sat on the bed her chin in her hands. I do not care for your bitter riverly with you and elves. He's only half-elven, and he's not going to murder you in your sleep! You think every elf that comes here is pure evil?! Yes he killed Nanus, but out of defense, and Nanus deserved it. You dwarves have no patience, brains or kindness in you. You show respect and kindness to me, but not to him? How is he different from I? There's much difference! He's an elf. Hafley or not, he's still elf. He's a murderer! Aeacus's eyes grew red and she stood up. AND YOU ARE NOT?!?! What about Kathadia?! The dwarf shrunk into the shadows and turned away from Aeacus, knowing he was defeated. Aeacus voice was softer, but not as kind and calm. I don't care about the war, I don't care about the bitterness. I want you and everyone else here to treat him with the same respect you treat me. This conversation is over and will not be spoken of again. Aeacus walked to the door and opened it. The dwarf left the room and walked down the halls. When he approached the stairs and saw Feiori, he turned towards Aeacus then back to Feiori and just headed down the stairs. Aeacus came over, sat down on the step next to him and sighed. There is always wars and fighting. And I will always be a part. She looked at Feiori, eyes shining there usual yellow now. What are you doing up here?

Feiori stared, baffled, as the dwarf decended the staircase. What was that yelling about? And why had the dwarf just passed by without so much as a glance? "I... I couldn't find you i guess..." He turned his head, and stared down the hallway. "What was that all about?" Turning back to Aeacus and added; "Are you sure you're alright?" Her eyes were yellow, and from the short amount of time they had known each other , he was pretty sure that was a good thing.

Aeacus got up and followed him, showing him his room. I'm fine. We were just argueing. Aeacus smiled reasuringly. She noticed him looked at her eyes. I guess you noticed my eyes are yellow. They change color with me emotions. Red is anger, blue is caution, purple is fear, orange is fight, yellow is normal, gray is pain, and green is sadness. Quite odd. I don't how I came up with them. Was born with it I guess. I still don't know if I was born with my wings or not. Aeacus pulled off her cloak to reveal large, black and red dragon wings. She stretched them but they were too large for the width of the hallway. Aeacus folded them tight and put her cloak back on. She didn't hear the bandit behind her. Aeacus sensed he was there but it was too late. She was usual so aware of things. Maybe something was wrong with Aeacus. He hit her over the head with a hard, blunt object and Aeacus was immediatly knocked out. Aeacus fell to the floor, unconsience.

Säleth sat quietly on her bed in room 2, her head propped up with her hands behind it and hewr feet rested on the end of the bed. She sighed, the warm fire roared and crackled in the small fireplace, the only light in her room at the moment. Just as her eyes began to close she was startled by idiotic yelling. From the accent she could tell one was a dwarf...but the other was quite hard to pick out. She scowled. Fools. It was just like people to be yelling in the rooms like that. She was also very thirsty. These fools would fulfill her thirst. She opened her door just to see the dwarf storm out of the room. Moments later the woman walked down and seated herself beside a rather depressed looking young man. She laughed. Depression was so laughable. Why waste time on emotions when you could be killing? Obviously this couple would have to learn their lesson for making the racket. But obviously she would not have to take care of the girl. She noticed a man walk silently up behind her and knock her unconsious. Pity, she would have enjoyed killing her while she was still lively. She walked up to her body, ignoring the man.

He spun around the second he heard Aeacus hit the floor behind him. He stared in shock at her motionless form, then felt the familiar pain spasms across his chest. "You..." He hissed, unsheathing his sword. He pointed the end of the blade at her neck and took a few steps towards her. "Don't you touch her you filth"

Säleth stepped back a few paces, holding her cutlass in front of her.

"I did nothing to her sir."

She said innocently. She grinned. Seeing the man in pain pleased her greatly.

" I would never dream of doing such a thing to her!"

She smiled.

"But you're a different story."

She stepped closer, her fangs bared ,menacingly.

Feiori growled at the vampire baring her teeth. He shuddered. Bad memories of those teeth. He stepped over Aeacus, trying to ignore the pain in his chest. Why did vampires affect him like this? Not looking away, With the fear of getting caught off guard, he drew his dagger. "Last time you may have bested me, for i was injured. Weakened. This time however, you will not be so lucky" He leapt forward, and slashed at her, then jumped away, back to his starting point, and leaving a deep gash in her forearm. He narrowed his eyes to slits, and tryed to blot out the pain. It had grown more intense the closer he got to her.

Aeacus opened her eyes to see a vampire and Feiori. She groaned and got up, not caring to be silent and stealthy. Aeacus leaned against the wall rubbing the back of her head. She shook her head and looked from a vampire to Feiori. Will anyone explain what is going on? Aeacus looked into Feiori's eyes and saw pain. She spoke quietly, so the vampire couldn't hear. Are you alright? What's wrong? Aeacus drew her sword and stood next to Feiori.

Säleth winced at the gash in her arm but paid no more attention to it. She smiled.

" I'm impressed. You have learned to defend yourself for once."

She knew her presence was weakening him. It would not be long before she bit into his neck. She took her cutlass and stabbed forward, aimed at his leg.

Feiori fell forwards when the vampires blow hit. He was gasping for breath, hoping he wouldn't pass out. He stood up, though not all that gracefully. He bumped into Aeacus and had to hold onto the wall for support. "Do I look like I'm alright? W..what am i saying... Are you alright?" His sword was lying several feet away, and his dagger was still in his hand. He had a feeling that wouldn't be enough to defend himself. He reached for it, but again, fell in the process. He hurridly grabbed for it, then got up again, leaning on the notched weapon.

Säleth neared closer. He was leaning precariously on his sword. Good. Injury. She placed her sword at his neck and stood behind him. Her fangs incredibly close to him she leaned down, aimed to bite.

" How are you going to escape this time...?"

She laughed.

Aeacus quickly, using her sword, knocked the sword away from Feiori, and also knocked over the vampire. Aeacus stood in between the vampire and Feiori, her sword right were the vampires black heart would be. You so much as touch him or me I'll plunge this into your heart. Aeacus eyes were bright orange. Aeacus took out her wizards staff, not taking her eyes of the vampire, and touched Feiori behind her with it muttering her spell for heal.

"Hey! What was that for?" Feiori yelled from the ground. The moment she wrenched his sword away he fell. And that didn't really help the searing pain in his leg, not to mention the pain that came ever since the appearence of the vampire. But almost immediatly felt the healing spell mend his wound. "Thank you..." He sat up and looked around for his sword. Of course, he found it, and again, it was several feet away. He glared at Aeacus for a moment, then picked it up and used it as a support to stand. It took a moment for him leg to regain full feeling, but when it did he pushed Aeacus' sword out of the way, then he leapt at the vampire, pinning her to the ground, his sword at her thought. "You never told me your name... Who are you?" He growled menicingly.

Säleth scowled, her fangs still bared. She turned her neck about trying to escape the sword but could not. This fool did not deserve to know her name. She kept her name safe, she did not tell just anyone.

" My name is...."

She stuttered, annoyed.

" My name is Renaldi."

She lied. There was a very important reason why she did not tell her name but it was not their business to know it.

"Get that..."

She gestured towards the sword.

"Get it away from me."

Feiori scowled back, then, a twisted smile crossed his face for a split second. "Like you said. I've learned to defend myself." He pressed the sword against her throught, but at a certian angle so that it didn't cut her. "Hmmm... I don't know... after all the trouble you've caused me in the past, i don't see why i should."

Aeacus stood by and watched. Her sword was still drawn but at her side. Aeacus took just one step closer to Feiori. She, very lightly, touched him on the should. Do you really want two murders on your head? I've bouched for you once, but I may not be able to again. Aeacus stood and rubbed her aching head. She was bleeding slightly but not much. Aeacus walked over and leaned against the wall.

Feiori glanced at Aeacus. "I'm not going to kill her." He growled, then turned back to the vampire. He stared into her eyes, and something dawned on him. "Are... are you following me?" He had just realized that recently, she seemed to turn up wherever he happened to be. And right now, he wasn't quite sure whether it was coincidence or not. "Or, someone else?" He pulled the blade away, but still kept a firm hold on her shoulder, so she couldn't get up. Feiori didn't know whether he should disregard Aeacus' warnings and kill her anyway.

Aeacus didn't know what what was going on. Apperently the vampire and Feiori had met before and didn't quite like each other. Aeacus sighed. My head hurts. I'm going to go get some water and then sleep. You work this amongst yourselves. Aeacus got up and walked downstairs.

Säleth noticed Feiori letting his guard down as Aeacus urged him not to kill her. She pushed his sword momentarily out of the way and stood up, several scratches on her hand where she had touched the sharp blade.

" I am not , nor have the desire to follow a filthy, disusting creature like you. If I was it is only because I was thirsty. Perhaps you are the one following me?"

She said with a devious smile. She picked her cutlass up off the ground, sheathing it with caution.

Feiori too stood up, sheathed his blade, and watched Aeacus go downstairs. "Me, filthy? I'm not the one sucking blood from innocent people! You're nothing but a rotten parasite!" He hoped his shouting wouldn't attract the dwarves attention again, no that thee was blood on the floor and walls. He took a few staggering steps backwards, until he was leaning against the wall again. He cross his arms over his chest, and slowly drew his dagger, incase she came in for a close range attack.

She laughed. This man had no idea what he was talking about.

" I cannot help what I eat. It is just how I am. And who are you to say that I feed off the innocent? Do your kind not feast on cows and pigs and chickens? Or is that fine as long as the living creature is not like that of a human or other human-like creatures?"

She said with a large smirk on her face. This man was obviously an idiot with no knowledge of his own actions towards the living.

"My kind, perhaps. But i as an individual do not take part in that slaughter." Feiori sneered, with a smirk that matched Säleths own. "And besides, even if I did I wouldn't have to hear the creature screaming in pain as its soul flees from its ruined body." With that, he turned on his heel and followed Aeacus down the stairs, watching the vampire over his shoulder.

When he reached the bottom of the stairs, the first thing he noticed was that the tavern had cleared out considerably. He grinned. Why hadn't he come here in the first place? Feiori then began to look for Aeacus, wondering if she was alright.

Aeacus sat in a dark corner of the bar, her head in her hands. She was tired, her head hurt and she was confused and annoyed. There was a glass of water, nearly filled to the top with water and ice. Aeacus only took one sip but didn't take anymore, for it hurt her head to much to do so. Aeacus's eyes had a far away looked in them, and had a glazed mist covering her yellow colored iris of her eyes. Aeacus was facing the window, staring outside of it at nothing. The bar was empty, even the bartenders had left for a while. She heard somebody come down the stairs and looked up to see Feiori, wounded slightly but that was from earlier. Aeacus merley waved her hand a bit to get his attention as to where she was, since he was apparently looking for her. Did you do anything with the vampire?