"You don't use that thing between your ears very often, do you boy?" Bando muttered, getting up from the reckage of the tree. He brush himself off before leveling a dissaproving glare at Dryac.

"Fine. We'll play your way for a change."

With that, Bando lunged up into the air and streaked towards Dryac landing an all- too- familiar kick on Dyac's chest that sent the younger old blood flying backwards into a series of uncontrollable summersalts. In a split second Bando was on him agin, stopping his rolling and slamming him hard on the ground before proceding to rip at his face with wicked claws and lunge away again in a hearbeat.

((Urgh, my grammar hurts.)

 Aurora looked down at two fighting vampires. She watched them knowing that if she learned their weaknesses it would be much easier to fight them if she had to. She growled hoping down from the tree and landing elegantly next to them.

 Hunter growled,"Aurora what are you doing?" He asked closing his eyes.

 "You see her?" Kitty asked taking off one of her gloves. Her fingers skimmed across Hunter's skin. She closed her eyes seeing Aurora watching the two vampires fight. 

 Hunter jumped,"What did you do!?!" He asked feeling her fingers touch him.

 "I stole your powers...Sorry, I have to find her." Kitty growled locating Aurora.

((DON'T BE SO IMPATIENT!! XD

Okay, here's my plot explanation;

Drilla is a member of elite Demons, the first of which was hand crafted by Beelzebub in the early days of Earth and the Abyss, long before the first Vampire ever came to be. They were created to eventually bring about the total destruction of Earth and even the weakest of them are incredabley dangerous. They are Fel'Gon Demons- Fire Dragon Demons- who specialize in m*censored* destruction of life and land utilizes the powers of body and mind at max performance all the time. They are so called becuase of their *censored*ociated with heat, lava and fire and for that dark transfortmations into dragon like creatures of wing and claw of tremendous strength.They are essentially perfectly honed killing machines and it is clear to see why anyone would want to wipe out this strain. Some Fel'Gon go about murdering in general, others undermine the morals of the societies they infest cuasing communities to destroy themselves, and still others act as temptresses to lure powerful people astray... the latter of course was Drilla's calling in life and her goal was to start a total war between humans, plague vampires, young blood, and old blood that would lead to the extinction of all these species. Unfortunatley for her, Bando cuaght on to her scheme and, after a long and secret crusade against Fel'Gon across the world, led her into an ambush that, at the cost of many Plague Vampire's lives ultimatley destroyed the last of the Fire Dragon Demons... or so he thought.))

Bando lifted his face and spat at Dryac. The boy is a fool! He fights without cuase and blocks out that which he does not know! If he was at all like his mother as it seemed, than Bando had no choice but to destroy his son as well. None of that forsaken strain must remain!

In the time between planning and killing Drilla and her relations, Bando had woven a powerful spell of Old Magic which twisted it's intricate way into hundreds of others by the sheer aftermath of it's force. He created a trigger and event that, upon the death of the last Fel'Gon Demons- which, coincidentally turned out to be his wife- he and others involved, no matter how minimal a part they played in the hunting and illiminating of the Fire Dragon Demons, lost a great deal of memory. He did this mainly to protect the emotions of those involved, but also to eliminate any recollection of the Fel'Gon all together lest some fool ever wanted to try and resurect them. It is said that the spell was so powerful and deep- moving that people in the area of those directly hit with the spell even suffered some memory loss. It came to no surprise that, while Bando forgot all about Drilla and ineventabley his son as well, that his son should also experiece some memory loss. He was beginning to regret it though, now that the spell had been at least partially broken in the case of himself and Dryac.

At any rate, Dryac seemed to have a good deal of Fire Dragon blood in him and was therefore a threat to all. The Fel'Gon are a deadly lot and it was clear that even though Dryac was half- blooded, the combination with a old blood vampire had only benifited him. He would need help... no one vampire would be fool enough to face a Demon of this caliber alone. He must get word to the others, to Illumay, Nemasis, and Hunter...

 Aurora took a step back and watched the fight. Her eyes watched over them curious as she figured out some of their moves,"Yes, very interesting." She thought not knowing how much trouble she might get herself into.

 Kitty let go of Hunter and started to walk in  the direction of Aurora. She looked around now following her scent. 

 Hunter followed able to track her down a little more easily then Kitty. He called out to Aurora not noticing the two vampires fighting.

 "How did you find me?" Aurora hissed annoyed now.

 "We tracke-" Hunter started.

 "You tracked me!" Aurora growled very mad. Then she remembered something...

 "Really ,Aurora, you should control you temper better." Kitty laughed. Her arm was wraped around Johnny...Johnny.

 "I don't have a temper!" I giggled running my fingers through my light purple hair. It was the end of the school day. We were getting ready to leave.

 "Come on. I have to go to the doctor, remember?" Kitty asked tapping her foot impatient. She kissed Johnny on the cheek before pulling me towards the car. I got in, starting the car. I put the car in reverse and backed away from the parking space. After doing this I shot off out of the parking lot and onto the freeway where it all happened...

 "What? What happened?" I asked coming out of the memory.

 "Aurora? Are you okay/" Kitty asked her eyes giving a warning look to Hunter and Ash.

 Aurora growled remembering where she was,"I can't believe you tracked me!" She snapped. Her nails grew longer and her eyes turn black. She shook her head as another memory appeared.

 I heard a loud noise behind me. I looked in the reveiw mirror and saw a trust zooming up behind us. It didn't have a driver! I screamed as it ran into my small car knocking us to the side of the road. Screams...The loud noise of crashing. I remembered it all now. The crash, how it all happened...

 Aurora snapped out of it her eyes closed,"This is your fault! You caused this!" She screamed ramming herself into Kitty.

 Kitty took off her gloves and touched Aurora. Nothing happened. Kitty gasped as she was knocked into a tree. Kitty closed her eyes holding Aurora in mid air,"My power may not work on you but that doesn't mean other's won't." She snarled.

 Aurora screamed as she was thrown against a tree,"Why? Why did you trust that...That jerk!" She asked her voice just a whisper.

 "We will talk about it later. Now is not the time." Kitty growled. She looked over at Hunter and Ash who were watching Dryac and Bando curious.

((Fail))

((o.0 *working on Pokemon Platinum Team*))

"Your past?!" Bando howled in outrage, ignoring Dryac's petty scratchings in his sudden flare of anger. "What I've done to you? You were an innocent child, my son--"

To his horror, Dryac began to transform deeper then, resembling with every second more and more like Drilla had in her final moments of life. Was this child so deeply infected that he could never reverse the purpose of his dark breed once the potential was tapped? Would he be doomed to a life of mindless destruction until he too was hunted down and sluaghtered like all the other Fel'Gon before him?

Suddenly, an image flashed before Bando's eyes... Himself, a great leader and warriour among the old blood. He was standing in the great hall of his castle, on a platform before a roomfull of vampires enjoying themselves at a feast he had provided. The celebration was the birth of his son whom he named Dryac. Drilla stood beside him and as he looked at her a cunning smirk flickered across her face. It was something so miniscule, he had totally forgotten it but he knew now what a fool he had been to trust her. He thought nothing of it then and as he looked down proudly at his son, cradled in his arms, he saw no malice, only the babyish love and admiration of a child. Yes, Dryac was Drilla's wicked offspring, but he was also Bando's son.

She had plotted an immense war that would lead to the death of hundreds, Dryac and Bando included, but what had he done? He had been born to a plotting mother of ill- blood. He was guilty of nothing but simply living with the blood in him that he had no more control over than he had over the past that scarred him. However he had come to understand the things that had happened, he had in a way that was not intended. By some quirk of fate, Bando was blamed for Drilla's murder in Dryac's mind rather than Drilla unfortuneatly being illiminated as an ultimate threat to all the balance of life.

And now the fool was trying to kill him for it! Bando began to regret the power of his forgetting spell for the first time... would it hurt so much if people did know about the demons...? Like his son for instance?

"This has got to stop!" Bando shouted as he transformed quickly into the black cat and darted away from the immense claws bearing diwn on him. After he was a good distance away he changed back into his vampiric form and spoke;

"There are things you don't yet understand! I have no intention of murdering my own son and I'm not about to let him kill me!" Bando shouted, his voice tinged with anguish more than anger.

"Look at yourself!" He cried, gesturing dramatically at Dryac's disfigured body. "You are clearly marked with a darkness. Your mother was a demon, for God's sake! A demon! Doesn't that mean anything to you?"

"Once you tap that wicked power, your life is over; you will no longer have a free will, but will be a tool of Hell as she was!" He said, this time softer and with growing remorse. "She was more thqan your mother. She had a greater purpose, one that... one that I couldn't let her fofill, not matter how it hurt me... or you."

((Hope I didn't reveal anything too fast?! My online-ness is iffy for the next week, but I'll try and get on.))

Dryac smirked, he knew that the Demon blood would take vampires over, but he had been told something in his past, "OH! No Father of mine could think I would be that weak willed... I have tapped the power once before, nothing happened, I was mearly one with hell, I could get out at any time I wanted, and I did, for the power was too much, nothing challenged me..." Dryac concentrated, before he changed he took his clothes off, he would ned them for later, he then went completely into his transformation, his wings were twice the span as usual, he was twice the height he was if not more, and his hair had gotten longer, thicker and darker, he bared his fangs, showing that his vampire side was still present.

"I can control this father, you should be proud, now if you wish to try and explain the murder of my Mother, but if the reason is not plenty enough, your life will be mine, and I shall send that black hole you call a 'heart' will belong to Hell itself." Dryac's voice had changed exponentially, it was much deeper and more hoarse, but he was in full control, something that had never been managed in this otehr form.

This is Dryac's other form, only the skin is red and the lightning should be fire...:

((Lol, hijacking pics. Lolz, I don't swear, I swear! Only if my charries do. Thought I should throw that out there. *poor Ssather*))

Bando looked stunned fir a second and then seemed to be thinking. Finally he spoke;

"Well...well... Control, eh? I admit that hadn't occured to me... None the less, with every total transformation your grasp may be lessoning little by little. I could be wrong, but...

"Well, anyway," He said, changing the subject calmly as if he were talking in some normal situation. "I'll tell you the truth, but you should know it isn't out of fear. I can hardly be afraid of my own son after all, and I've faced many a beast like you and survive (though, I admit the Old Blood- Fel'Gon combination was an interesting and highly advantagerous one... or was it an accident... Damn that woman!).

"No, rather, I tell you becuase I should. Mostly as your Father, partly becuase I'm the only one who knows. What comes of your knowing afterward is irrelvant; you can do what you may with the truth, for it is that and nothing else. I can't say I look forward to a death match, though, as neither of us need or should die.

"Kid, this is how it went," He began finally as he sat down slowly and crossed his legs. "It began way back in the beginning of good and evil; demons are, of course older than vampires and are pretty much as I said intruments of Hell. Vampires came later and are generally cobsidered more or less evil, being creatures of death and the night. There was, therefore, a capacity for some alliance between va,mpires and demons. I was, of couse, the first vampire and went about my business being just that with the occasional interactions of others, demons included.

"A lot of different devils and demons were created in that time, some more powerful stayed in hell while other, minions of differing strength were sent out to wreak general havoc among the varrying populace of the world. Eventually, a truly powerful species was created... the Fel' Gon... You've heard me mention it, yes? Well, at any rate these things were beyond powerful and they were cunning too; they could undermine whole societies with minimal effort. I thought nothing of it, at first, and eventually met your mother... she was... magnificant. I'd never really looked at anyone like that before, I've never wanted anyone since. Now i'm sure she charmed me though, with her beuaty and black magic. At any rate, we were married.

"Still, the Fel'Gon continued to wreak unbeleivable destruction; I worried, but I could hardly persecute my wive's siblings, now could I? And she continued to *censored*ure me with those hypnotic eyes... It was after you were born that things really went wrong.

"Demons exist you see, to bring evil and suffering so that more wayward souls will be led to the Abyss. To feed the Abyss... to destroy the world? To Control it utterly for all time? These are the sole goals of true- evils. This was Drilla's goal. She wanted, more than me, more than you, more than anything to see a war of such proportions that it would rip apart all life on Earth, forever. She was unquestionabley the most ambitious of the Fire Dragons...

"How do I know it is possitivley true? Well, first of all I'de seen generations upon generations of demon; I know what they're like. But none were so... incrediabley deadly as the Fel'Gon, as her. She had this... way about her. After you were born, she began to act strangley. She always doted on me in the most loving way and I always returned her affections duly. It was more than she was just bored with me. Why should she abandon you as well?

"She always loved you, or at least in those first weeks of yours life. This is hard, I know, but bare with me. She loved you very much, or as much as a wiley demoness could. The first few days she would fondle you and nurture you with such care! She would stand back and just admire her son and husband together. She stayed up into the early hours of day just watching you sleep in her arms! I was so happy and proud in those days...!

"But she began to change. She would... hurt you a little at first. It was the only meaness I had ever seen in her since I'd married her. Taht alone, should sound strange; a Demon with no cruel instincts? But I thought nothing of it until she started doing these things to you. She would sort of pinch your cheeks with those long sharp nails of hers until you began to whimper and sob in pain- then she'd look so sorry and take you up in her arms and caress you!

"After that, she stared dissapearing, for small amounts of time at first, then hours and hours! When I asked her, gently mind you, her general whereabouts, she would turn violantly on me! I was hardly jealous as she had always been so loving and faithful to us both, but I was still curious... I imagined she was up to some wicked tricks and I admit I was glad to accept this idea when she wouldn't tell me; perhaps something to occupy her mind would keep her from harming you...?

"She began to change into that sudden meanness quite often then, one minute kind, then like a striking spider, and kind and appolegetic. Eventually though, she stopped being kind at all, more lost in thought or agressive, or at least when she was here with us at all, for she had taken to dissapearing for a day or to at a time by then and returning in odd hours of the night... I thought maybe it was a change all demons experiened... I do know about demons from experience, but not intamatley like this. I could handle that, so long as I kept you safe. Maybe she would return to normal, soon?

"The way she acted around you was the most horrifying. She was no longer adoring, but greedy and looked on you truly as her hell- spawn. She was terribley violant to anyone that approached you in those days... I'm sure that if you remember her at all, it is in those days when only she could be near you, looking down, smiling her evil smile. I'm, not sure what exaclty she meant in this... perhaps she had plans for you. She would undoubtedly be proud to raise you as wicked as herself, but if it came down to it, I'm sure she would have sacrificed you to see her plans complete. It is a terribley truth to bear, but a true- demon is a creature most difficult to trust.

"Finally, angered and disgusted, I confronted her. It was to much! I began to convey to her my outrage in a fashion less than polite and I'm sure it angered her for she cut me off and let slip her true intent.; "Your petty desures are of no importance for soon you all shall die by my hand!" she hissed with a look of such concentrated hate, I shall never forget. Immedintly after, she looked shocked by her own words then quickly took her leave, but not after a barking laugh of digust. She tried to take you with her but I could hardly let this mad woman care for my son!

"I began my own plans then and did much research on her kind. What i discovered was appaling and I prayed little of this evil would be placed to you..." At this, Bando looked up at Dryac and shook his head before continuing on. "The sheer malevolance of this breed is difficult to explain in words alone for they had a few hundred years head start on me in their march of doom. At any rate, I *censored*embled my own forces; mostly vampires, old blood, young and plague, but also those trustworthy to *censored*ist in the demise of the demons, the odd willing human for instance.

"We began by tracking and catalogueing every Fel'Gon in the world; an immense task, but not impossible considering we had eyes everywhere and the destruction left by the beasts was always immense. Then we methodically illiminated them one by one in a slow and patterned sweep across the globe. There must not be one left if any race is to survive.

"I'm sure Drila knew somehow, despite the secrecy by which we conducted our work. Perhaps these deaths were hampering her own plot for she soon returned to my side in attempt to sooth my vengeance. Her attempts though, were a mere mockery of her former gentleness and it only angered me further; you could plainly see the hate and rage on her face even as she so tried to weaken me. I was sure to keep her from you becuase I didn't know if she would try to steal you, to keep you for herself and hide away or hold you as ransom for her own life, or even kill you outright in a final lash out at me. I couldn't be sure and I didn't wish to test my hypothesis with my only child...

"I was still curious though, so I ordered information be gleaned from the remaining Fel'Gon in my area and others. Surely enough, peice by peice my suspicions were proved. Drilla hungered for a blood bath like the worls had never seen.

Finally, all but she had been wiped out and you could see the hystericness and desperacey on her face, though whether it was fear of her own death or terror at the thought of never seeing her plan through, I'm not sure. She wasn't their leader for nothing though; it tooks my whole army to finally still her black heart. Her transformation was of course, like yours... but more powerful even. And just before she changed, as they were gathering about her, she called to me in that awful mocking voice and when the first blade slit her flesh, she changed, luaghing all the while, and fought truly, like a demon!"

"I don't know how much of this has gotten across to you," He said, breathing in a deep and ragged breath. "It is a thing that pained me greater than it ever did you, but it had to be done. i hope you can see that. If I had been wiser, perhaps my son would have had a good mother, but like I say I was charmed. I suppose you will have a few questions before you make you choice and I am prepared to answer them. I just hope you make the right choice." With that he stood and waited, watching Dryac calmly...

~(ack, so many roleplays xD Sorry o-o)~

Illumay did the only thing she could do after watching all this. She ran over, and hugged Dryac when she got to him. His anguish was visible in the air around them all, and Illumay had finally stopped smiling. She hugged the Old Blood with her eyes closed, her face both sad and understanding.

Nemesis joined her shortly after, kneeling beside her fellow Old Blood and placing a hand on his shoulder. The first physical contact she had had with him. The shadows around her almost seemed to be trying to comfort Dryac too, as Illumay looked at at him, her eyes sad.