Bahamut was walking through Cascadia, not really seeing any of the buildings. He liked this city, he wished he lived here. But sadly, he did not. But he came here as often as possible, as it made him peaceful. He was slowly growing insane again, though this time through anger, at the divine. He had once been one, and now he was determined to destroy his former friends. At any and all costs. But for now he would enjoy this city.

Phedre stormed through the streets of the city, hoping to reach some sort of shelter before she grew more aggitated from the sun. She wore a thick, heavy black cloak with it's hood pulled up over her head, casting her face in complete shadow. She mumbled curses to herself for loosing track of time again, and kept her head down to avoid any indirect sunlight.

While continuing to stomp through the streets with her head down, she bumped rather violently into a man she did not see. She stumbled back a few steps, balancing herself so she did not topple over. She risked a glance up at the man and rolled her eyes, this could be trouble, he didn't look too happy either. "Watch where you're going..." she muttered, her head down again.

He growls slightly."You watch where your going, girl."He suddenly can't control himself, and takes out his twin Air swords, in an uncontrollable rage, and attacks her.

Phedre winced, seeing a glint of light reflect off of the two blades the man had drawn. her annoyance grew as the light aggitated her eyes, making them burn and slightly water. She danced back away from the attack and let out a growl, pulling her dagger from her side, and keeping it concealed in the length of the cloak's sleeve. She would keep side stepping his attacks until he grew tired, then she would slice and kill. Her eyes glowed coldly, she grew severly annoyed.

He attacks again and again, constantly moving, rolling, not staying still. He finally stops. The rage was gone."Not again. Dang rage....what can be gained from our fighting?"

Phedre stood motionless after pulling her hood up higher on her head. She was tired and grumpy and this man's sudden rage was found unamusing. "What can be gained," she asked with a tired sigh, "about as much or as little as you want."

She have a shudder as a passing cloud blew past the sun, exposing it to her awful brightness. She did not wince though, not this time, he wouldn't be destracted enough to not see it. She wouldn't make herself look weak. Her eyes were glowing a slow gold and her lids began to drop into a half awake state. "This could have all been provented with you watchign where you were going."

"You bumped into me, girl. So, you should have watched where you were going."He frowns, looking up, then back at her. "Well, whatever. I'm Bahamut."

Phedre rolled her eyes at his comment and muttered her own 'whatever,' before risking another glance up at him, squinting to avoid most of the sun.

"Well it's just great to meet you Bahamut," she replied, stiffling a yawn, "My name is Phedre." She tried to give a half smile, baring her fangs, figuring that he already knew who or what she was.

"Half-Vampire, unless I miss my guess? Vampires are interesting, always wanted to be one.....I wonder how I could become one."He starts thinking about this.

Phedre raised a brow at his comment, "you wanted to be one?" She let out a melodic laugh that resonated throughout the air. She blinked slowly, her smile dancing on full, crimson lips. "I could help you out on that one," she added, shrinking into the hood of her cloak as she felt warmth on the tip of her nose. She had hoped the sun would set sooner than later.

He smiles."Really, well, thats good, I suppose."He notices her shrink back from the sun."Afraid of sunlight? Why not get indoors, then? Maybe a tavern, or something...."He frowns.

Phedre's face nearly contorted with her appauldness. "Afraid? Why on earth would I be afraid of the sun?!" She was obviously taking serious offense to his comment about her weakness. Just to show him up she cross her arms over her chest and shook her head. "I need no tavern." Her mouth set in a disgruntled fashion, her eyes dark and suddenly cold.

He holds his hands up."Sorry, sorry..."He shakes his head slightly.Women....."So then, how could you help me become a vampire?"He wanted to know, he was curious.

Her acceptence of this man seemed to have evaporated at his last comment and Phedre grew more and more restless. His ignorance of her kind was some was amusing though, she was surprised he hadn't been chosen for a meal yet. She was this nieve once... when she was 4 and taken. She shook her head, "You want to become a vampire, you become a meal of mine." She ran a tounge over her lips thinking of a fresh meal. She stopped herself when she looked at him. He looked like a bitter tasting man, he would not be a nice, fresh meal. Anything's better than nothing, she thought to herself.

He frowns"Oh, now I remember, the whole biting thing.......I dunno......"He shrugs. He wasn't so sure anymore, but then he thought about it more. Eventually he nodded."Alright. I'll accept. It should be woorth it, in the long run......"

Phedre took one glance at him and spat. The saliva hit him square in the face. "You are a disgrace, the fact that you have not been killed yet is unbelievable. If you want to be a meal, then kill yourself and leave me your blood. I will not cater to your needs." The ignorance in the man made rage course through her viens. She gripped the hilt of her sword with white knuckled hands.

He spits poison in her face."Im not asking you to cater. But its your fault if we have to fight here. I won't back down, you may be sure of that."He smiles slightly, hissing."You are a disgrace."He sneers, spitting more poison at her.

Phedre managed to turn her head to the side fast enough to avoid the poison. It splashed the side of her cloak's hood, making Phedre growl. He was getting on her nerves. She slipped the hood back, the sun was almost completly sunken now. She looked him boldly in the face now, she didn't say that she wanted to fight, but if he did she would not refuse. "You want to settle this in combat? You will regret it." She took a step back to ready herself, "I do have a question, to whom and how am I regarded as a disgrace?" She knew it was a frivolous comment he sent out as an immature being, though she was curious of his intelligence and wondered if he could come up with some sort of explanation.

"To me,"he says, holding his saw-toothed glaive at his side,"For being an ignorant little girl. I don't see why you aren't still playing with dolls, your only what, in your twenty's? Your like a newborn, just out of the womb."He smirks slightly, waiting for her to attack first.