((Hey, not fair! Attacking while I can't attack back!! XD))

Bando lifted himself slowly and turned towards the other vampire. For a moment he just looked calmly into Dryac's violant eyes, then began to luagh.

"You may be old blood," Bando choked between a burst of hardy guffaws "And I may be made from plague, but you still punch like a little girl."

Then suddenly Bando was in the air. He had jumped and lunged at Dryac with all the speed and and beuaty of lightning and was headed straight for Dryac.

"No, offense to you of course, little Illumay," he said in midair "For I am sure you hit harder than this arrogant cur!"

With that he twisted in the air like a cat and swung his leg forward hard, hitting Dryac square in the chest. Utterly caught off gaurd, Dryac was thrown back several feet by the sheer force of the blow. Instantly, Bando was on the ground again, landing gracefully in a crouch, poised on all force like some roused animal. He had just enough time to turn to Illumay and smile kindly like a granfather, before lunging again.

"You, sir," He snarled, drawing up to the still stunned Dryac in a split second "Are a fool for challenging someone without knowing anything about them!"

"I have faced things more powerful than you can ever imagine!" Bando shreiked, suddenly letting his anger get the best of him as he began to tear at the fallen vampire's face and throat with wicked curved claw- like nails "You may be older, but you certainly have had less useful experience!"

Just as suddenly as he began his *censored*ualt, Bando slipped away suddenly, drawing himself back to the crowd, and glowered at Dryac. Still hunched like a wild beast, his claws covered in severed flesh, his eyes cold with a strange emotion, he spoke;

"I will teach you something, whipper snapper, so listen ye well; there will always be those of us that are stronger. No matter how powerful you believe yourself to be, there is always someone who can grind you into the dust. You must choose your fights carefully, for if you fight everyone and everything willy- nilly you are very like to find the one you cannot defeat before it is your time to."

 ~(Pfft... Stop RPing eachothers characters lol xD)~

Illumay blinked at the old man's words. He was looking very dangerous at the moment, in fact, Illumay was beginning to believe that in their midst stood a number of the most powerful vampires in existance. A strange notion then occured to her. This... Creature... Was is possible that he was an Old Blood? The last one?... She tilted her head slightly then was pushed gently to the side as Nemesis moved forward. Illumay let go of the Old Blood's waist and simply watched as the female Old Blood stopped between the two males.

"You should both keep tabs on your fighting ability, stop throwing yourselves at eachother..." She turned her eyes to Dryac, exhaling another puff of venemous red smoke from the pipe in her hand. "Old Bloods should keep their emotions neutral, and you should prevent yourself from forgetting that. I am more than sure my sister would have told you that at some point..." Nemesis then turned to the old man, her face slightly miffed but curious. "You can not be entirely vampire, surely... It is rare to find a Plaugue Blood capable of holding their own against an Old Blood. Just what are you, exactly?"

Illumay blinked between all 3 vampires. Was it possible he was the third Old Blood? He definately fought with the ferocity and power of one... How complicated...

Bando paused, then, puzzled by the vampires words. He reflected again on how little he knew of vampires and how much he did of humans from being trapped alone in their twisted lands. He did'nt know what to say, really. As far as he could understand, the vampire was suggesting that he was some sort of special vampire, though he had been transformed by a plague blood, no doubt. Axel, his 'murdererd' was young and wild, a ruthless product of the new  breeds. But, he, Bando, had never been like the one who introduced him to the night. He was always laid back, reserved and perhaps even wised. He had been alive a great many years ago and survived only through the perserverance of hate and greed- up until his transformation into a vampire which had reworked his entire outlook on life. Was it possible that there was naturally something ancient and important coursing through his veins...?

"I... I do not know, madame..." Bando began slowly, rising to his feet. "I know the one who made me this way was perhaps the worste of all... 'plague blood'. But he and one other were all I knew of vampires and I have not seen them in a great amount of time... I do not know the ways or the secrets and legends of vampires so much as I keenly understand the wiles of men and the way of a cunning hunter of him. What you suggest... it is an honor to be held with such a thought from other of my own kind, but I really do not know..."

((I don't either! Everything I learned about vampires I pretty much just learned from you lot! The rest is just book- learning from ancient- myth studies.))

~(I'm kinda just making it up as I go along xD! Maybe Bando could be an Old Blood that had his memory modified, like Dryac? He doesn't know he's an Old Blood, perhaps?... And maybe his blood needs to be awakened? xD OR he could be Dryacs father... xD!)~

Nemesis raised an eyebrow. She could not place this mans scent. He was a mix, a number of things; Vampire, Old Blood, Plague Blood, Human... His blood was messed up. Almost as though it could not decide where he belonged. Nemesis simply watched the old man for a moment, before speaking. "May I try something, old one?"

Illumay walked up to Nemesis, and placed her hands around the Old Bloods waist again, she enjoyed keeping close to sister Nema, she always had this aura of calm power about her, and it made Illumay feel safe, even around these other vampires. She let go again immediately however when Nema asked her question.

Nemesis smiled slightly at Illumay, then turned back to the old man. "Well?"

((Dryac's DAD?! That would be creepy, but it's up to Rue, really. The bio I gave is all I have planned for him. Nothing before, only after his death except that he was a rich baron. Maybe he was a vampire before, but discovered a "cure" amidst his wealth of apothecary and culinary experience that made him more or less alive again but he forgot his past in transformation. I dunno... ))

Bando, charmed by the gentle child's presence, once more felt a pang of remorse. After his demise, he had time to reflect on all the things that his money could not buy, like a loving family... After a moment, he recollected himself, and looked at Nemasis.

"Yes," Bando nodded "If you think you can unravel my mystery, do what you may." That said, he stood perfectly motionsless staring calmly ahead, like a cat, waiting for sonething ineventable.

 ((I'm gonna keep throwing stuff at you to get you attention... XD))

Dryac then lunged at the old man, landing the blunt force of his weight and strength through his head into the old mans chest, he was sick of playing games, "Just consider yourself I was pulling my punches you neive fool, I was testing you, getting used to the force you can throw in one attack, neverm and I mean NEVER mess with someone as powerful as myself..." Whilst the old vampire was on the floor, Dryac lunged the claws of his right nad into his shoulder, "Now, admit defest or die..."  Dryac then lifted Bando with merely the claws, moving the claws of the other hand close to his throat, threatening his life.

((I dunno. That would be cool and it would make sense with the way he acts and stuff, but not with the transformation of plague guys tho))

((STAR WARS ALL OVER AGAIN!!! XD))

((Fine I will wait.))

~(As soon as she finds out... xD)~

Nemesis sighed as Illumay blinked at them. How complicated... Nemesis raised a hand, and the shadows that lay across the floor began to move, spiralling around both vampires and moving each one aside. "Both of you... get a grip..." She walked over to the old man as Illumay walked over to Dryac.

Nemesis raised both hands here, placing each on the side of Bando's head and waited. She got basic memories, none which made sense, she then made a small cut on Bando's arm, looking at the blood and catching its scent. She raised an eyebrow and backed off, standing to look between Dryac and Bando. "You have the same blood..." She was looking slightly confused...

Bando luahged agained as he hit the ground, then pushed off again with his powerful arms, planting his feet firmly into Dryac stomach and sending him flying. He shouldn't have let the winged creature surprise him so that he loosened his grip but he had never seen anything like it. Quickly he righted himself and backed up towards the winged vampire.

"Wha..." He stuttered and forced himself not to stare "What exactly... are you?"

Dryac lost his temper completely, red steam seeping from the wells of his eyes, he leapt and burried both sets of claws into the old vampires shoulders, "I... Am sick... and tired... of YOU!" Dryac the hurled him into the cliffside, knocking him clean out, he then began regaining control, he morphed back into his more slender, less violent form, "Forgive me Nemesis, i didn't quite hear what you said..." See? Dryac can have manners.

((Posting order, me, kuro, Nitro, Ssather. Obey this or get booted.))

Nemesis glared. "You are related... to put it bluntly." She looked at Illumay. "Come Young One... It would not do us well to stay around tempers as such" She turned and walked away, the shadows almost seeming to follow the female Old Blood.

Illumay smiled at Dryac. "Sister Nema is very calm... she hardly ever loses her temper. She's scary when she does though..." She smiled again, letting go of dryacs hand and following Nemesis, running after her "sister" with a little skip.

~(posting order should be used when all of us are on xD otherwise it gets confusing :3 If theres only 2 of us, we can just post as normal, but when theres 3 of us, use the posting order. Just makes it easier.)~