Gibbon made his way toward the cathedral, the man told him about. The man said there was rare fire trinket there. Gibbon had his doubts about this, but he had to see if it was true. One thing was for sure, the undead would be present. The thought of that gave him chills. He drew his sword and walked onward.

The moonlight was bright tonight. Not full, but very big. No need for a torch during this night. Bats flew overhead giving an eerie feel to an already creepy place. "Man, what am I doing?" he mumbled to himself.

Entering the doorway of the cathedral, the moonlight glistened through the glass. There were pews an altar ahead. The set up looked like a strange monotheistic religion. Nothing he knew of or heard of. There was a passage to the left and right. On the left he saw a pool of blood, it seemed fresh. "Something isn't right here. I feel set up." he looked up a saw a site that left him in horror. It was a mutilate body of a human. The source of the blood below. "Where is the cause of this?"

((OoC: thanks again for starting this topic!! very awesome of you.))

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Ever since she had been blinded, everything had been much harder, even the one thing she had always taken pride in – killing people. If she had been a human, it wouldn’t have been too big of a deal, but being a vampire and unable to kill was almost a disgrace, not to mention unhealthy. It had been so hard to find food… but tonight was different.

Having been so hungry, Cordelia had been able to smell fresh blood for miles around. That was, perhaps, an exaggeration, since she didn’t really know how far the human had been from her, but either way she had smelled it and tracked it down. She was just another predator and every living thing was prey. Maybe she was a handicapped predator now, but she was a predator all the same, and that would never change.

She had only realized upon chasing it in here that this was the cathedral. It wasn’t like it mattered; killing in a cathedral meant nothing to her. Maybe it was blasphemy, but it wasn’t her religion, so it didn’t matter and she didn’t care an ounce. Cordelia had ripped out the threat and drank until she thought she was going to vomit, but even at that point kept on ingesting the beautiful liquid that had been so foreign to her for what seemed like an eternal amount of time. Just to revel in the screams of pain and the pleads to stop, she had cut at the arms and abdomen until she was sure the body had been mutilated beyond recognition.

She had left to try and feel around for something that she could use to clean herself off with, since she could feel the blood soaking through her pants and shirt. She had abandoned her cloak and jacket outside, so she knew that at least those articles of clothing were safe. Her face was also covered in blood that was both hers and not; blood was dripping down from her eyes and she could feel it staining the white cloth that she kept wrapped around her eyes to keep them from becoming damaged any further.

Upon returning to the corpse, Cordelia could sense another being. She wished she could still see! Then she wouldn’t be in this predicament at all! “Is someone there…?” she called out. She hoped she wasn’t wrong; it would be incredibly embarrassing if no one was there.

Gibbon stood in sheer fear. Unable to move and vulnerable in everyway. His mouth was wide open and eyes wide. His fear of this creature was great. She asked him who was there. All that came out was,

"Oh my god!"

If that wasn't enough he saw blood on its face. He found the source of the blood. A vampire he assumed. His few encounters with them have led in bad results and near death situations. He had a feeling this was different maybe. But he has been wrong before.

He saw blood coming from her clothed eyes. He wondered if she was hurt. This meant she wasn't as keen on her surroundings. He was still terrified. If only he could shake this and save himself by running. He couldn't do that, his mind wouldn't let him. All he could do was move his hand slowly toward his sword. "What good could I do?" he thought.

Eliel climbed over the broken stone fence, looking around the hall with memories flooding to him. This was one of his memory trips, visiting places with meaning to him. This place was where he had met one of his best friends in Imythess, Sava.

The drow's keen eyes flicked about the place, pointed ears perking up. He looked around, feeling a big black form rub up against his leg. Gwen stood against him, watching the place behind him. She was his most trusted companion, she could smell and hear things he could not, and in some cases she could see things he couldn't.

Gwen raised her black head to the cathedral, sniffing. Tonight, however, he did not need her to hear and smell the trouble. A singular voice rang out in the night, screams of pain and terror, pleas going unnoticed by the way they continued. Eliel frowned and slipped his big, clumsy gauntlets over slender black fingers. After a second, they adjusted to fit him perfectly, shrinking somewhat and growing thinner. Eliel let his eyes adjust to see heat, instead of the single spectrum humans and some elves were limited to. Things began showing up clearly in vivid color.

Eliel slipped through ajar wooden doors and looked around. He spotted one man immediately, seeing it was Gibbon, a man he had met in the volcano. It was then he noticed the screams had stopped. Gibbon seemed to be frozen, staring into the shadows of the cathedral. Eliel walked up to him warily and silently. When he came to the man, he spoke.

“Gibbon? Are you alright?” Eliel asked. The man had not looked at him. Eliel followed his gaze and cursed. A beast stood before him, with ragged skin, dripping blood. As the heat of the blood lit it up, Eliel realized it was worse. A woman stood there in bloodied clothes. Either this was some vampire or a poor victim of some violent crime. In the latter case, the offender would still be lurking. Eliel drew his sword swiftly and swept it to the woman's bosom, stopping a good foot away from her heart.

He waited for a moment before looking the woman over. He looked past the blood and ragged clothes. He felt something familiar, then gasped, lowering his sword until the black point rested on the floor.

“My god... Cordie?” He asked, a horrified tone in his voice. She wore a cloth about her eyes, something the proud vampiress he had met some year or so ago would never had done willingly. He looked around and spotted the body of the victim. It was a messy job, which struck him as odd. She was a neat feeder from what he'd do.

A low, rumbling growl echoed through the stone room, twin yellow saucer-eyes gleaming from the shadows. Of course, Eliel had not had Gwen with him when he'd met cordelia. Eliel waved the cat away, and she complied hesitantly. Without fear, Eliel walked up to the vampiress and raised a hand, running it in front of her face.

"Oh my god!"

Upon hearing that scream, Cordelia threw her head back and simply began to laugh. It was a deep, amused and sadistic sound, which was not unlike what it usually was. He was afraid, and she was going to take full advantage of that. Since she had been handicapped, she hadn’t heard the sounds of pain, seen anyone writhe in agony… she could take the time to fully enjoy this, and she planned to do just that. It wouldn’t be fair to deprive herself of something she thrived on; the lack of feeding was hard enough, to know how weak and vulnerable she was was just terrible.

“Yes, yes, feel free to scream… are you nothing more than a mouse in the face of a lion?” Her voice came smoothly, less suspicious than the last time. At least now she knew that someone was really there. “A simple ‘yes, I’m here’ would have sufficed, but knowing you’re terrified just makes this all the more worth it.” A wide grin came to her features, her fangs gleaming in whatever light was present.

However, it seemed that her joy would be cut short. She heard another pair of footsteps enter the cathedral, which caused her to sigh. This wasn’t a meeting place of any sort, was it? Ugh, it would be just her luck for the one night she gets a wonderful kill to be the night one hundred people show up and challenge her. She already couldn’t fight; losing to Manic had proved that. If anyone said something to her while she was blind, she was going to go ballistic.

“Gibbon? Are you alright?”

It seemed that there was only one person instead of the hundred that she had imagined. That didn’t seem to matter much, though. Whoever this person was, he knew the man’s name that had screamed… and his voice actually sounded familiar to her. She couldn’t quite remember where she had heard it, or even when, but she knew it from some place. In the back of her mind she tried to sort through all the people that she had met recently; she still remembered the voice, which meant it couldn’t have been too long ago, but she hadn’t heard it in so long that it almost did seem like she should have heard it a long time ago. She didn’t notice as the blade was brought a foot away from her heart, and merely continued to muse over who it could be – unless, of course, she was just imagining it.

“My god... Cordie?”

There was only one person who had ever insisted on calling her Cordie. “Eliel,” she stated simply. She wished he would leave; she didn’t want any of her friends to see her like this. She didn’t need their concern, help, or pity; she had lost her sight, not her pride or her dignity. “You don’t sound so good. What’s wrong?” She was, of course, playing dumb. She knew that it was probably all from her and her… condition.

Her eyebrows went up beneath the cloth when she heard a growling noise. “What’s that?” she asked. She knew she sounded incredibly dumb, but it wasn’t like she could help that. She heard Eliel walk closer to her, but just like before, had no realization of his actions.

Gibbon felt a sense of doom upon him. His arm now frozen from trying to draw his sword. His eyes in a terrified glance at the vampire. His only wished his fear was of spiders or something less dangerous to his life.

The taunting of his life by the vampire didn't help him either. He began to sweat very badly. He was shaking a bit now and wanted to run very bad now, but just couldn't. If only someone or something could help him. Just as he thought that he heard footsteps behind him. The person said “Gibbon? Are you alright?” He recognized that voice. Yes, it was Eliel. He had met him back in the mountains. He was a drow of great power. All Gibbon thought was, "Thank god, someone to take care of the vampire." Eliel then drew his sword and put it to the vampire's chest.

Gibbon eased up and stepped back a few feet. "Thank you! I couldn't handle that, there." he pointed at the vampire in disgust. Then Eliel recognized the vampire and that through off Gibbon. Was this bad news for him or was it something more twisted. If Eliel knew the vampire, by the name Cordie. Then what does this mean for him. "What is going on? You know this horrid creature?"

Eliel nodded as he realized the proud, vain woman he knew wouldn't like obvious disabilities told to her, or even thought about. “Nothings wrong, Cordie.” He pursed his lips and sighed quietly. The poor woman didn't react to his gesture. Blinded. By what he wouldn't know until later.

“That's just Gwen, a panthress whom I owe my life to.” Eliel patted Gwen as she came from the shadows, walking under his hand. She still looked at Cordelia with hungry eyes, but she was kept at bay by Eliel's word and touch. He scratched her head quickly and lovingly.

Eliel slipped off his gloves, sheathed his sword, and kept his wand in easy reach just in case one of them decided to try anything. Eliel looked at Gibbon, obviously confused at his actions. He could tell the man was questioning Eliel's alignment.

“Don't worry, Gibbon. She won't do anything to you while I'm here. When I leave, I can't guarantee anything.” He looked at the man's sword and spell casting hand. “But that doesn't mean I won't hurt you if you attack her.” He warned. This would be the only warning.

“I met her at least a year ago. Almost killed her.” He laughed weakly. It was far too awkward a situation to be comfortable. He watched the two of them, giving a slight shudder as he looked at Cordelia. Her clothes were soaked with gore, which made him feel a hint of need, the need to run wild and kill everything.

Eliel was silent for a moment before he heard a voice of someone unknown to him. It was a woman, who by her mutterings seemed to be checking out the screams. Eliel bit his lip. This would be trouble. He looked to Cordelia and Gibbon, wondering what they would do. The woman was getting closer to the building.

“Trouble's here.”

"Thank you! I couldn't handle that, there."

That? Either he was referring to her or the body that she had left on the floor. Either way, she didn’t like the possibility that he could very well be referring to her in such an impolite manner. She was blind and had killed that person – didn’t he realize that she could kill him just as easily? “I do hope you don’t mean me…” she growled slowly. She wasn’t a that; Cordelia was a she. Calling her that made her sound like she didn’t have a soul. If he was so worried about her, then she didn’t want to think about what he would do if he ever crossed paths with Manic. Then again, Manic wasn’t that scary – he just had a bad temper and hated being called out on the truth.

"What is going on? You know this horrid creature?"

That was it! This time, a loud hiss, almost feline in nature, sprang forth from between her lips. That was only the beginning of how angry she was. She wasn’t about to be put down by some worthless mortal. If only she could see; she could have given him such a piercing glare he would soil his pants. “I’m flattered that you’re so scared of me, but let’s get one thing straight,” she threatened. “You won’t put me down – not when I can take you down so fast you won’t even know what hit you. Don’t get me angry… Gibbon, is it? Why am I even asking, I don’t care. Whoever the hell you are, don’t cross me, or you might end up like that fellow.” She took a moment to point to the mutilated corpse. “If you’re going to talk about me, you’ll be calling me Cordelia or Miss Brooks. Do I make myself plenty clear?”

She had heard what Eliel said about his panther, but had been much too wound up in yelling at Gibbon that she hadn’t bothered to respond. Well, it was nice that he had a panther, even if it was growling. She had a feeling it was growling at her; the only animal that seemed to like her was Emeric.

“Don't worry, Gibbon. She won't do anything to you while I'm here. When I leave, I can't guarantee anything.”

Cordelia folded her arms over her chest defiantly. “You sure about that?” she grumbled. If Gibbon continued to be so disrespectful, she was going to have to take care of it the only way she knew how to, regardless of whether Eliel approved or not. He then went on to say that if Gibbon tried to hurt her, he might hurt him, which made her roll her eyes. “I didn’t ask for your help, Eliel.” She had never asked for his help, except for in Balefire when she hadn’t even been able to stand. The flaw had already brought about enough trouble for her… really, sometimes, she wished people would leave her alone.

“I met her at least a year ago. Almost killed her.”

An annoyed huff came from the vampire lady. “If I do recall, it was I who almost killed you, and if you’re talking about the death bolt, I most certainly wasn’t about to die!” He made her sound so weak. Didn’t he understand that she already felt vulnerable enough?

When she heard the woman, Cordelia cursed aloud. There was no point in trying to stay quiet now; they had quite obviously already been heard. “You two make something up. Say that the place is haunted, that the person tried to assault your blind friend and she’s trying to clean up because she was hurt, or whatever. If it doesn’t work, kill her! I’ll take care of the body; if you can’t come up with a suitable story I’ll do it myself.” With that said, the vampire woman leaned down and picked up the body, and of course only then did she realize that she had no idea where she was supposed to go. Oh, if she was ever able to see again she was going to kill Manic with her bare hands!

Cursing rhythmically, she simply leaned over and brought the limp body into her arms. She looked around and sighed, looking back to where she thought the two men were. “Is there a back door or something around here?” she asked. It was going to look pretty weird if someone walked in and saw her with the body in her arms.

Gibbon stood listening to the vampire uttering threats. He would under normal circumstances attempt to kill such an evil creature. And he just might, he was building a bit of courage. The fact that the vampire was blind would serve to a great disadvantage and he might be able to over come his fear. Maybe just this time or maybe not. He was still very uneasy about this vampire.

He wasn't to keen of Eliel either. He rubs him the wrong way from the time he met him. And his quasi-friendship with this vampire seemed odd to him. Eliel did say he almost killed her and that settled him a bit. But she claimed she was the one who almost killed him. Gibbon didn’t trust either of them.

Suddenly the sound of footsteps came from a distance. Gibbon finally broke his stance and looked toward the direction of the footsteps. He then heard the vampire say, “You two make something up. Say that the place is haunted, that the person tried to assault your blind friend and she’s trying to clean up because she was hurt, or whatever. If it doesn’t work, kill her! I’ll take care of the body; if you can’t come up with a suitable story I’ll do it myself.” This didn't settle right with him.

“I'm doing nothing of the such! You’re on your own, vamp. I'm going to help this bystander get out of here. If you stop me, well I don't what I'll do. Just go away!" his fear seemed to kick back in at the end. He began to walk towards the footsteps. Hoping the vampire and Eliel wouldn't follow.

Eliel watched the two of them throw threats at each other helplessly. As the fighting continued, His disposition towards Gibbon began to sour. The man was seemingly good, yes, but Cordelia was his friend. He brought out in Eliel what meeting Cordelia buried in him. Sure enough, the sick, sadistic drow noble was still present, but he was buried. It seems Gibbon was a man with a shovel.

Eliel watched the man begin to walk towards the woman. If he led her off, she would find out about Cordelia. Surely she would eventually go off to find the city guards, and the place would be stormed into, finding Eliel and Cordelia. Eliel couldn't let that happen.

Eliel glared at Gibbon's back. “Gibbon. Don't get us found out. If you do, so help me I will make your life a living hell. If either you or that woman go off telling on Cordelia, I swear...” Eliel left off, hand reaching under his cloak. He used the hand opposite from gibbon, keeping his body between it and the man.

His fingers curled around the smooth, cool black marble wand. If either of them made a bad move, one would die. Eliel stepped back into the shadows, hidden by his dark skin and cloak. He placed a hand on Cordie's stomach and pushed her back out of sight as well.

Eliel pulled the wand out, keeping it aimed at the floor.

“I'm doing nothing of the such! You’re on your own, vamp. I'm going to help this bystander get out of here. If you stop me, well I don't what I'll do. Just go away!"

Cordelia was fuming with anger already; she didn’t need to be provoked anymore. If she still had the ability to see she would have just killed him right there, and then killed the woman when she entered the cathedral. “I should go away? I was here first, you little brat.” Cordelia spat the words. He was so arrogant – who was he to tell them to go away? She had been here first, and it certainly wasn’t her fault that he had decided to be a good person and check up on the screaming. He was treating her and Eliel like they were monsters… and she was totally not liking it. There was one thing to be afraid of a person, and then there was another to be so afraid that defiance was the result. Didn’t he realize that the woman might think he had something to do with it?

“Gibbon. Don't get us found out. If you do, so help me I will make your life a living hell. If either you or that woman go off telling on Cordelia, I swear...”

“He won’t be the only one to make your life a living hell,” Cordelia said. Once her sight returned, whenever that would be, she had a feeling there would be a lot of names on her list. So far there was Manic and Gibbon, and she had no problem with adding anyone else. “Don’t make the wrong move, boy. Whichever one you make may cost you your life.” Her fangs shone as she spoke. Maybe she was blind, but she had managed to mutilate a body in her current state, hadn’t she? She was capable of plenty else.

She felt a hand on her stomach and she whipped her head around, knowing it was Eliel. Gibbon wouldn’t have dared to touch her, especially after he said that he was leaving. Eliel was there to protect her, and she understood that. While she didn’t necessarily need protecting, from her friends – and from friends like Eliel – she accepted it. “Thank you,” she whispered and huddled into the area he had pushed her in. The gratitude was melting into a feeling of derision and helplessness, however. She shouldn’t have even been discovered… she should have been able to keep this quiet and easily dispose of the body! She turned her head to look down at the floor and bit the inside of her lip, but her head snapped up when she heard the doors open.

The doors creaked open and the woman stepped inside, not bothering to close the doors behind her. “What in the world is going on in here?” she asked, looking at Gibbon for an explanation, since he was the only one in sight.

Gibbon was about to exit out the door. When the door opened and the woman said, “What in the world is going on in here?” He wasn't sure what to say. He just wanted out of here. Should he just take out of here and forget about all this? Or should he take a stand answer her and start a whole world of trouble for all of them? Either way the threats from the vampire and the drow were too real. He needed to do something.

"You need to get out of here. There is nothing here for you. Just go!" he said in a very assertive voice. It was mean but it was for her own good. She seemed offended by the statement and went to push pass him. Gibbon shoved her out the door and slammed the door shut. He took his sword out and wedged it, between the door and the floor. The woman began slamming into the door yelling to come in. "Let me in you jerk!"

"Ok, Eliel take your friend and get out the other side. I'm going to start this door on fire to get her away from this door. I won't let her pass. If someone else comes your on your own." he knew that if he didn't help the two of them. He would end up an accomplice to the gruesome crime. "I'm not doing this for your sake, but my own. I don't want anymore dead people in this place tonight. That includes you two."

To think Gibbon came here for some fire trinket. Things could be any worse than they are right now. Gibbon ignited the door and heard a scream coming from the other side. He took his sword and opens the door. What he saw shocked him, she had company with her. There were too men with her. "Why me? Any ideas now Eliel? We all have to get out of here. Unless you want to take care of these people. I'd say forget your friend and fend for yourself."

Eliel looked at Cordelia approvingly. She was a woman after his own heart. He almost felt a tear of joy in his eye as she threatened Gibbon. Eliel was very much so a good-natured, peace loving man. He hated chaos and disorder, sometimes going out of his way to make all well.

But sometimes death is needed for peace.

Eliel Watched from the shadows as the man spoke to her, telling her to leave. The woman was too nosy for her own good, however. She pounded at the door and yelled, no doubts raising suspicion from the locals. Eliel's eyes darkened and he raised his wand, ebon skin poking from the darkness. He muttered a spell under his breath and released it, re aiming and speaking a single word.

Two black lightning bolts tore from the tip of the marble wand, one slamming into the chest of the woman outside the door, the second bolt splintering the edge of the door as it made its way into a man behind her. The second bolt was skewed and weakened by the door, but it would render the man unconscious.

Eliel simply strode from the shadows, gauntlets on. Claws slid from the tips of his heavily armored fingertips, as eager for blood as he was. Eliel licked his lips, crimson tongue running over black lips. His eyes shone a matte gold, blood-lust in his system woken. His inner sadist cried in triumph, metaphorically singing a song of victory as it ran through the man. As of now, he was simply a tool for his chaotic self. Even a man of balance had a little restrained chaos in him. It just needed to get out once in a while.

A pew lay broken in the walkway, rotten wood in the way. With a single, grim word, the wood was blown from his path as he sacrificed a second of three enervation bolts stored in his wand. He reached the door and seized it with a wandless hand, claws sinking deep into the wood. He threw it open like so many blankets, staring down at the three souls with eagerness in his eyes. Gibbon stood behind him.

The woman lay dead, a section of her blouse matte and dry, flaking away. The skin beneath was grey and wrinkled, in a large patch where she had been struck dead-on. The woman was dead. The man whom had been clipped by the second bolt lay in the grass, looking quite sick and empty of energy. He was half-dead and wouldn't be going anywhere.

Eliel turned to face the remaining man. He stood dumbly, eyes wide open. He was taken by surprise. Eliel wondered what to do with him. With a grin, he seized the man by his shoulders, claws plunging deep into the man's muscle and shoulder blades.

The man howled and flailed limply, arms swinging. A dagger appeared from the man's hand, plunging into Eliel's armorless form. The drow tensed up and howled a bloodcurdling cry, fueled by a new anger. He tore his right hand from the man's flesh and replunged it just above the man's groin, pulling up as his claws tore open three jagged lines, disemboweling him.

Eliel stood there, panting, sweat dripping from his brow, forming a crust on his pure white eyebrows.

"Ok, Eliel take your friend and get out the other side. I'm going to start this door on fire…”

Oh, no, not more fire. Cordelia whimpered inwardly, dreading this. Why was fire the number one choice? Why couldn’t Eliel just use his death bolts? Anything would have been fine, except for the fire. It wouldn’t have even been that bad if she could just see, and know where it was! If she at least knew where it was then she wouldn’t have to be standing in the shadows, feeling helpless. Hell, she wouldn’t have been standing there anyway if she had her sight. She would have dealt with that woman accordingly – which, of course, meant she would have simply killed her and whoever followed her. That was always the easiest way to get rid of a problem.

"I'm not doing this for your sake, but my own. I don't want anymore dead people in this place tonight. That includes you two."

“Yeah, right,” Cordelia snorted, not believing a word of it. She was smarter than to believe someone like him when filthy, untrue words were so easy to detect. He didn’t want anymore dead people, and yet he wanted to set the door on fire. Didn’t he realize that that was probably only going to hurt whoever was on the other side? “You’re such a liar… and stupid too, at that.” She wasn’t going to say anything, though. She would let him learn. And, hey, maybe she would end up being wrong, although she would love for there to be more death tonight.

"Why me? Any ideas now Eliel? We all have to get out of here. Unless you want to take care of these people. I'd say forget your friend and fend for yourself."

That was it! She stepped out of the shadows and looked right in Gibbon’s direction, fuming. “Forget me?! What the hell is your problem?! I’m not the one who caused a scene here! I’m not the one who decided to use fire on the door for whatever reason! It’s not my fault!” She felt around her waist for the hilts of her weapons, relieved once she knew exactly where they were. She didn’t need or want them right now, but if Gibbon continued to anger her like this she was going to need to take action.

She heard Eliel begin to walk away and her eyebrows rose. Great, everyone was in on the action but her! The only fun she had had that night was killing that person, but that whole, lovely ordeal had sprung into something much more complicated and unnecessary. She took a deep breath and listened to Eliel’s footsteps, hoping he would kill them all since, as much as she didn’t want to admit it, she was incapable of doing so. There were too, loud cries, one of which she recognized to be the drow’s. This so wasn’t fair. If they were going to get violent, she should have been able to as well!

With that thought she stormed toward the entrance of the cathedral with a single, albeit loud, huff. Her foot caught on the edge of the rotten pew Eliel had blasted and she lost her balance momentarily, throwing her arms out to regain her steadiness. She lightly stepped around the material until it was behind her, but she didn’t exit the place. She wasn’t going to go out there; not if there was anyone else waiting to attack.

“Dammit, Eliel, what’d you do now?” she groaned. “You’re insane, you know that? What were you screaming about?” Her hands went to her hips and she bit the inside of her lip expectantly, waiting for a response from either of the two men.

Gibbon wasn't happy with what had just happened. Eliel had struck down two of the three people advancing. The other causes a struggle with Eliel. Eliel managed to kill him too. Gibbon was slowly building a rage as he saw these injustices happening to these people. His eyes were glowing the crimson red when he becomes enraged. His hands and sword were engulfed in flame now. He then fell to his knees as if fighting the chaos in himself. The chaos had won his rage had kicked in full force.

Cordelia was right near Gibbon when all this happened. Her jabs at his intelligence and Eliel's ignorance for human like pissed him off beyond the edge. Gibbon stood and held the fiery sword to Cord's midsection and udder his most blood curdling yell. "ENOUGH!!!" he looked at Eliel with a vengeful stare. Eyes still glowing red. "Your ignorance for life with result in your death. I will kill you then I'll kill her." he then began to laugh uncontrollably. "You want this fight as bad as me I know It." he raised his sword and held it in an attack position. "You call evil vampires your friends. You are no better than my waste."

Eliel tensed up as Cordelia drew near him, seeming concerned. Eliel bit his lip and reached down under his shirt. The stab wound was deep and had bitten through his stomach. Stomach acid was seeping through the wound, burning him into an immeasurable pain. Eliel clenched his teeth near breaking point and reached into a pocket, drawing forth a white chess piece.

Eliel set it down on the ground, speaking a single word. The piece lit up and turned into a full-sized white bishop. The man pointed his staff at the gaping hole in Eliel's stomach and muttered a quick spell. The wound closed, acids and sores disappearing. After a moment, he was fully healed. The white bishop stood back as Eliel came to his senses, back in control. He felt sorrow for what he had done. Even the months in solitude and his loving wife could not rid him of his chaotic, pain-loving heritage.

Eliel stood up as Gibbon held the flaming sword to Cordelia's side. His anger flared. One hand drew his blade, swiping out to knock the blade away from her. “Bastard. She has done nothing but speak.” He murmured.

“What hypocrisy spills from your lips? Your very words contradict themselves. You soil my name for ignorance of life, yet swear to kill both I and my companion whom has done nothing to provoke you other than that which you did to her?” Eliel spat at the floor in front of the man.

“And has it occurred to you that perhaps I have reasons for being her friend? She was the person who made me give up my life as a drow. My first true friend.” Eliel's own temper flared. The man was too full of himself. He shot down others. “And perhaps she was not always what you describe as evil. Perhaps the disease that has taken her had twisted her priorities, making the need for bloodshed top on her list?” Eliel fumed as the man raised his sword at him. Gwen growled and began moving towards Gibbon, all few hundred pounds of muscle, tooth, and claw ready to defend Eliel.

“No Gwen. He has challenged myself and my friends. I must stand up for us.” Gwen understood, snarled at Gibbon, and backed off. The white bishop stepped forward quickly and cast a spell of bless on Eliel before going back to Cord's side.

Eliel's claws extended, bloodstained. His eyes burned gold, The newly drawn blade shimmering black and purple, deadly as it was beautiful. His wand sat ready for use, daggers ready for use. Eliel muttered a phrase twice over and looked at gibbon seriously, black energy crackling around his gauntlets and building. He would be ready.

“Gibbon Lightheart, you challenge me to a fight, and I accept. There are no rules but one. Just me and you. One on one fight to the death. Do you accept these terms?” He asked, scimitar at the ready.

Cordelia yelped when she felt the heat and took a step back, covering her stomach with her arms. She had already been burned enough there; that was where the chain had wrapped around her, for goodness’ sakes! She didn’t want to deal with anymore fire ever again. Why did people have to use it? It wasn’t that great! Cordelia bit the inside of her lip, taking a deep breath to try and calm the fear eating away at her insides. She bowed her head as she listened to Gibbon speak, that fear turning into an anger to match his own, if not outdo it.

"Your ignorance for life with result in your death. I will kill you then I'll kill her."

“And why is that my sentence, Oh-Righteous-One?” Cordelia snapped, looking back up and standing to her full height. At 5’11 she wasn’t that much smaller than either than them, but unfortunately she couldn’t see Gibbon to know the difference. He spoke of ignorance of life, and yet there he was, threatening to kill. It amazed her; people who were ‘good’ killed evil people because it was the ‘right’ thing to do, but they did the exact same thing that she did. There wasn’t a difference between them and he was no better than her. How could he even think that he was? At least Cordelia didn’t twist things around when she killed people; she just killed and was done with it.

“What hypocrisy spills from your lips? Your very words contradict themselves. You soil my name for ignorance of life, yet swear to kill both I and my companion whom has done nothing to provoke you other than that which you did to her?”

Oh, thank the gods for Eliel. She needed someone who understood where she was coming from and who understood her point of view. Gibbon probably wouldn’t care and would probably hold tight to the belief that he was right, but Eliel and Cordelia both knew that he was wrong. It felt terrible having to have someone defend her and stick up for her, but what could she really do? “You think you’re so much better than us…” she growled. “You killed that woman. Now you say you’re going to kill us? If Eliel hadn’t killed the others they might have killed you! You should be grateful! Are you so blind and arrogant that you think that you’re better than us?!” It was them that were better than him, not the other way around. “You say we’re ignorant of life… look inside of yourself before you think you have the right to judge us! You threaten to kill me just for speaking, threaten to kill Eliel for taking care of something that you caused – is this what people like you consider justice?”

Cordelia was fuming. She had no care for what justice really meant, seeing as how she didn’t act upon it and thought it was a twisted way for others to get what they wanted, but she could at least play with his mind and she assumed he believed in. Her hand found the hilts of her weapons and rested there, should anything happen. She was going to have her say before she allowed there to be a fight, no matter what happened. It touched her slightly that Eliel called her his first friend, but she ignored the feeling and continued to allow her own anger to build. The way he kept defending her was causing her to become slightly frustrated, no matter what he said about her being his first friend. “Eliel, you don’t have to yell at him for me. You can fight physically for me, but verbally, I’ll do my own battle,” she said, not bothering to try and sound patient before turning to talk to Gibbon again. “You’re so naïve… seeing things in black and white, just as extremes of ‘good’ and ‘evil’. You’re pathetic. Maybe instead of thinking we’re what you think is evil – especially me, since you pointed out I’m an evil vampire – you should open up your mind and look at what you’ve done.” Cordelia knew she wasn’t evil; she wasn’t evil, nor was she good, nor anything between the two. She wasn’t a monster and what she had wasn’t what Eliel called a disease. It was more of a gift than anything else… she had the best views on life out of all three of them.

“Gibbon Lightheart, you challenge me to a fight, and I accept. There are no rules but one. Just me and you. One on one fight to the death. Do you accept these terms?”

“Good. You two have your little fight and I’ll just stay back here out of the way.” Cordelia snorted and backed away slowly, feeling behind her with her feet just to be sure she wouldn’t bump into anything. She hoped Eliel would beat him; she hoped Eliel would step on him like the annoying bug that he was.