Midnight Rooftop (Random)

**Whoever wants to battle, can, even multiple people, the event calls for it. I'm using my character Asher . Here's my intro**

After a day of rest, and the sunlight finally hidden away, Asher bathes in the night air. He stares out to the stars, daring to rip them fromt the heavens. He leans against a brick chimney, abroad an endless see of wooden roofing, breathing in the night, feeling the energy from the mortals yet moving about in their squander. Not yet having fed, Asher feels the urge at the back of his mind, slowly breaking free of his natural aura of relaxation. A slight breeze caresses his body, dancing upon his clothes, playing through his midnight hair. His cloack flys along the wind, undulating up and down to some inconceiveable music. He spreads his ethereal energy, flowing over the bar room under him, moving throughout the human bodies, feeling their warmth, lusting to steal that precious feeling. A blue glow erupts from within his cloak, surrounding his cursed blade. Knowing this as a sign, he pulls out the long edge, its blade glowing in the moonlight. The strange ebony gem begans to swirl, a hazy mist engulfing the gem's inside. A creak among the shingles alerts Asher. His amazing hearing has failed due to his lack of concentration. Interested in someone who could sneak up on him, he hops onto the chimney and awaits the emerging figure, his eyes crashing into blue eternity.

Ayria the Hylian landed with her Rito wings gracefully in front of Asher. "Show yourself!" the vampire said somewhat nervously. Ayria stepped into the light of the moon, "Leave them alone." she said. "They are defenseless." "I do as I please fool" Asher replied. "You will do well to stay out of my way." Ayria drew her Rito crafted long spear, and got into a battle stance. "Come on!" she said. "Lets see how good you are!" The vampire drew his own blade, befuddled that someone would be foolish enough to challenge him. Suddenly, Ayria flapped her rito wings, and took to the sky. A second later, she dove with her spear pointed at Asher. It nicked the vampire's skin, and a drop of blood fell onto the rooftop...

Asher gritted his teeth, and said "You are strong" "Ha, see if you can keep up." Ayria said confidently as she landed again in front of Asher. "Looks like your move, vampire."

The beginnings of enjoyment over a good challenger crept upon Asher. He smiled sweetly, running his tongue over his fangs. He quietly hissed at the stranger, partially from enjoyment, and partially from the strong essence of hot blood running through his opponent's veins. He released his aura's power that he had been keeping inside. It crashed into his opponent's own essence, surrounding her, and she gave a shudder. The Hylian stared at Asher in confusion, and then she coughed out words in short gasps, "What...are you... doing?"

Asher spoke in a soft, defiant tone, "I'm testing your power, Ayria. "

Ayria collected herself, and pushed away what she could of the ice cold, almost knife like, power. She looke confident and says in an earnest tone, "How do you know my name, damned creature?"

He appeared beside Ayria in a blur of shadow. She cursed herself for not being able to catch his movement, even with her trained senses. He moved his lips to her ear, and wiped the hair away from her face, "I can read your thoughts, mon ami. But collect yourself, please, or I will be tempted to enter your mind again."

Ayrian thrust her spear from beside her, swinging it with proficiency. She swatted at Asher, only to be swinging into thin air. She caught site of him out of the corner of her eye and sent the but of the spear into his flesh. The impact sent Asher flying into the roof, make-shift shingles and pine shards followed by a hazy cloud of dust scoured the fallen Vampire. He rose from the cloud like rising from a grave, effortlessly moving as if someone had pushed him to his feet. Blood stained his lower stomach, where the spear had more than bruised his pale flesh. An apparent stain against the pure white of the shirt thrilled Asher. He twisted off is long cloak, sending it effortlessly posed on a nearby chimney. Wooden spikes lodged in his face, decorated his cheek like a mask. He removed all but one and shoved it deeper into its wound. He then removed it as blood poured out of the hole. He smeared it across his face, slathering his tongue around his mouth to collect his prize. With this his eyes grew dark, the blue in them changing, swirling into oblivion. He drew his sword, the ebony gem engraved to it swirling like his eyes. The ever present blue mist shined brighter, pluging Asher's body in the glow. He gripped it tighter and raised to the oppent, pointing it towards her neck.

If you deny me to feed, then I shall have your blood. My sword wants it, and I need it. But don't worry, I won't kill you outright. We enjoy playing with our food, don't we?

The sword pulsed a darker blue in agreement. Asher moved towards his prey, cirling her. She moved back, upwards to a higher elevated mount. A creak came from the aged wood she perched on. Asher send the blade flying into the mount, sending the Hylian up into the air, and the rest in a dusty debris. He jumped upward to the gliding girl, thrusting his sword into her ribs, the blow was easily met with her staff, and in the same instant Asher struck her with his free hand, sending her down into the roofing. He smiled in delight at a new idea and rushed down upon her. She barely moved out of the way, but it was too late. Asher pushed through the roofing, creating a large hole in a billowing debris of wood and suffocating dust. Ayria fell through the hole, and down beside Asher, as he stare into the bright room, staring among the frightened townsfolk, and there disturbed merryment. They had landed on table, full of goblets and plates of half eaten food. He swung his sword, catching a man with the tip, and sending him to his back in a spray of blood. He licked it from his face, and stared down at the distressed girl.

"Your blood, or their blood? Decide, my patience grows thin.

Asher, enthralled by the blood, and the pulsating life within the room, bathed in the warmth. He looked down at the girl, knowing what she would do, but waiting to hear her reply.

"Stop it!" Ayria yelled "Leave them alone!" She hesitated for a second. "Take m-me instead." Asher grinned menicingly. "You have made the right choice, Hylian girl" "Then take our fight elsewhere, this does not concern them!" she responded. "As you wish my dear" the vampire grinned and flew out of the broken roof and into the pale night sky. Ayria flapped her rito wings and took after him, her kind heart would not allow her to sacrifice the people of this place to save herself...this she would have to do herself.

Ayria landed gracefully on the rooftop adjacent to the broken one. "Where are you, show yourself, foul creature!!" Ayria screamed in fury. The noramlly kind Hylian girl was fed up. Suddenly, the vampire appeared, and slashed at her open back with his blade. She tried to dodge, but was not swift enough. The blade skimmed across her back, and blood dripped onto the rooptop. "Eeeeeekkkkkkk" she she screamed in agony as Asher collected the blood, and brought it to his mouth. "Ahh, fresh blood" he said. "You're revolting!" she yelled, now on her knees in pain.

"Ha, you made the right descicion, young Ayria." the vampire sneered. "Heh, all you hero types are the same" he continued. Ayria was up on her feet, and drew her spear. "I have no words for the likes of you!" she said bravely and thrust at Asher with her spear. It grazed his side only slightly, yet he shreeked in pain and fell to the rooftop shingles in agony. "What?" Ayria said in confusion.

Asher hissed "Gah, evil creature, the silver, it burns!" The silver tip of Ayria's spear had wounded the vampire mortally...

Asher clucthed his chest. The wound was burning and a hissing noise erupted from the bloody gouge. He gritted his teeth in pain and hissed at Ayria. She stood their, raising her spear in defence. Noticing his chance, Asher disappeared in the night, and hid himself in the shadows near an old, forgotten chimney. His amazing wound slowly healed, leaving only a pale, pink scar against the muddled, pearl flesh.
Asher was amused, with a hint of anger. He appeared from behind the chimney, pacing around Ayria, his sword desperately glowing its best, and the wooden roof slightly creaking with his graceful sway. Asher spoke in a tone of beholding and warning,

Girl, you should have killed me when you had me stunned, now however, you shall pay for your stupidity, and your bravery.

He laughed menacingly. His became black with a hint of swirling blue. He focused his energy around him, creating a blue aura around himself, blocking the moon from Ayria's eyesight. He thrust his energy at her, and in that instant she froze, her body completely stopped movement. The blood her veins, her very heart ceased to beat, she could only stare at him in confusion. He raised his arms, and she floated up, levitating in the air. His face went blank, a mask of indifference.

" You amuse me girl. And amusement is a rare commodity for me. I'll grant you something if you want it. If you let me feed on you tonight, I shall give you my gift, a new life, of new immortality. What do you say?

ooc: Sorry for the short length of this post, I am very busy lately and I am in a lot of battles.

Ayria gasped for breath helplessly. *Cough* "Ne-Never!" she replied painfully. "I will never side with the likes of you!!" Asher released his grip on Ayria, and the Hylian girl fell to the rooftop. She was uninjured, and quickly got back on her feet. "Heh" Asher said. "Pretentious, foolish little girl." The vampire began laughing. "You cannot began to comprehend my power."

Suddenly, a strom came out of nowhere, and rain poured all around the two warriors. A bolt of lightning fell right next to Ayria, startling her, and for a second, she lowered her spear. Asher hissed, and fast as lightning, he thrust his sword at the unsuspecting Hylian girl. Ayria's fast reflexes were able to react, however, and the tip of Asher's blade touched her neck slightly, leaving its mark and drawing a drip of blood...

ooc: It's not too late to join in is it? I'll use my character Kaitsu.
Kaitsu beat his chest after choking on his drink. He had just witnessed an awesome sight. A few moments ago, as he was finishing up his meal, a young girl had crashed through the roof of the inn, followed by a man in strange clothes. One thing that was odd was that the girl had wings! But what had startled him so much was the great evil aura that surrounded the man, and how he had levitated back up through the hole in the roof. Kaitsu had been able to tell that the man was saying something to the young lady but he had not been able to hear what it was. After they left Kaitsu stood up, paid for his meal and walked outside...

umm...this was a one on one, but it would be cool if we had a free for all, is it ok if he joins, ForeverKnight?

ForeverKnight pm'd me and said it was alright. It would be easier to have a free-for-all.

**Yea, come on Manga oni**

Asher ignored the growing storm. Rain poured down in big gobs, anything under the looming clouds became drenched. He looked up a the black titan and smiled. He loved the night, rain, especially was a fond memory of his humanity, what little was left. All that he could feel now was the auras of two beings. Ayria, and an approaching warrior, and the growing hunger in him. It filmed into his body, until he could feel the pulse of ayria's veins in his head. The blood already split excited him, however warm blood was what he craved. He looked upon the bruised girl. Her garments soaked, and water covering ever inch of her. He hair fell down in rolls, sticking together in a watery mass. Asher kept his back to the approaching opponent, staring down at the wondering girl. Her eyes betrayed the defiant look on her face; Asher could feel the hurt, and battered feelings swarming through her mind.

Asher raised his sword, the ever present glow had been heightened by the rain. He felt the approaching being, and knew exactly where he was. He could touch his mind, however the being lacked the defenses to block him out with his basic mind reading. But, the warrior had not harnessed this yet. And yet, everyone he had been meeting recently in the land, had been able to block portions of Asher's powers. This enthralled him, and was slight dissappointing. He felt the power leap, and the man was soon upon him. The man swung, full range, sending his long sword at Asher's head. Asher ducked, and in the same instant shot behind the man and sent the butt of his sword into the young man's back. He went flying beside Ayria, into a pile of wood, and dusty mudd. Asher was instantly upon him, with his blade's edge press to the man's neck.

"What is your business here?"

The young man ran his hand through his hair, and relunctantily replied, "I wanted in on the action, too."

"Well, what is it they say? You should look before you leap?"
Noticing Asher's gaze upon the man, Ayria lept at her chance. She sent her spear, blade first into Asher's ribs. He could feel her rage as she moved and gracefully dodged the near fatal blow. He land back, five feet from the two, smirking at them,

" How quaint, the elf girl, and elf boy. "

Asher laughed, and he finally unleashed his pent up energy. It flooded the two, send gasps to their throats, making them dizzy and drowning in his energy. His laugh filled the area, appearing to come from all sides, boiling hot with rage, and yet as cool as ice. His eyes turned a new shade of blue, a blue that bordered black and appeared to be from a distance away. But the swirling had stopped, and his energy flowed arond the roof, encircling his two enemies. He swept out his arm, and this act left deep cuts on the man's face. Bone gleamed from the fading moonlight, and water dripped along with the blood, giving the read color a lighter hue. He raised his arm and the man levitated off the ground. He pulled him to his face, though the man was paralyzed from movement. Asher put his hand on his opponent's face, gently touching his skin. The touch sent cold impulses down the man's body, making him shutter and writhe in pain.

"Your ambush was quite amusing, but ill made. I admire your courage, but courage has two points in life. It makes men into heroes, and gets heroes killed. I hope your ready for the latter of the two."

Asher thrust the man into the newly standing Ayria. They both went head first into a chimney, skidding across the aged wood. Asher stalked towards them, sword by his side, and his body a glow with an ethereal tint.

Kaitsu struggled to get up, his whole body ached from the fearsome attack the strange man had unleashed. He wiped his hand across his cheek, blood covering his glove.

"That was some attack, old man. Or, correct me if I'm wrong, I should call you, old vampire." He taunted. Kaitsu picked up his sword, "I can say that it would have pretty much guaranteed my defeat, except...."

"Except what?" the vampire asked, a hint of glee in his voice.

"Except for the fact that I am a shaman, and being so, I can call the inhabitants of the sprirt world to my aid. They gave me enough mana to block the majority of your energy with my Spirit Shield."

"A shaman? How interesting."

"Oh? I guess I forgot, I should introduce myself. I am Kaitsu, the shaman! Meet my friends!" Kaitsu laughed. As he did, dozens of ghosts materialized in the air, surrounding Kaitsu. "I take it you're a bit scared now?"

Asher chuckled. "Not in the least, I'm quite excited actually."

"We'll see how excited you are after this!" Kaitsu charged Asher, his sword at ready. He slashed at the vampire, but Asher lept over his blade an floated in thin air. "Nice trick you've got there. Let me show you mine!" Kaitsu waved his hand toward Asher. The ghosts that had previously been protecting Kaitsu flew towards Asher, and right through him. Asher cringed with each blow, eventually falling on to the roof. Shingles flew everywhere, a cloud of dust hid Asher's fallen body. Kaitsu tried his best to hold his sword at level, the pain numbing his senses ever so slightly. He shrugged it off and waited for Asher's next move.

Suddenly, Asher smirked and did the same attack, knocking Kaitsu back into Ayria, and causing both of them to plummet down a chimmney and land in the tavern.

Ayria landed hard on the flooring of the tavern. She got up, brushed the dust off her wet clothes, and looked around groggily. She saw the elf who had just challenged the vampire Asher. While he was still on the ground, Ayria picked up her spear and held it just inches from his throat. “Who are you and why are you here?” she asked the bruised elf-man. “Ah-my head?” he said. “Wh-who?”

Suddenly, Asher came silently through the chimney and landed gracefully in front of the Hylian girl. “I see elf boy did not fare as well as elf girl” he said mockingly. Ayria gripped her spear angrily and said “You broke the agreement, vampire, you said you would leave them out of this!” “Heh” the vampire said. “Yes, but then one of them entered the battle, I was only defending myself” he said. “You…monster!” Ayria yelled. She was drenched from head to toe, and ran her hand through her soaked blonde hair. “You will die here today!” she spoke boldly with much anger.

“Lets see about that, little girl” Asher smirked. Ayria spread her rito wings and shook them to get the water off. She flew up suddenly, and flew towards the vampire, her spear pointing at his heart. Asher barely managed to step out of the way, and to Ayria’s dismay, her spear was lodged in the floorboards. Asher began laughing. “Nice job, elf girl” “Shut up, devil!”

Meanwhile, some people ran in terror, yet some people stayed to watch the scene that erupted in the tavern.

Meanwhile, the unconscious Kaitsu woke from his slumber and got back on his feet. Asher did not notice this, and while he was busy battling Ayria, he embedded his blade deep into the vampires back. Asher hissed in agony and whirled around to face Kaitsu.

Meanwhile, Ayria again took to the air, but this time before she could reach Asher, Kaitsu took a swipe at her with his sword. Ayria fell off balance and landed unorthodoxly into the crowd of people. She rose slowly and wiped away blood from a cut on her arm. “Elf! I thought you were my ally!” she yelled back. “I am Kaitsu, I am no ones ally” the elf smirked. “Then you will join the vampire in hell when I am done with the both of you!” Ayria took her spear and flew up again, causing chaos in the tavern.

Asher, writhing in pain from the deep embedded blade lodged in his back, reached out with his power, gripping Kaitsu's essence. Asher could feel the elf's heart, it's steady, but fast beat, and the lustful blood pouring in and out of it. He focused on this thought and Kaitsu froze in terror. Their bodies floated in the air, Kaitsu releasing his grip on the blade. Asher pushed Kaitsu away, sending him a few feet from the sword, and Asher's body, floating, as if waiting for Asher's command. Kaitsu had never felt this way before. He was paralyzed, but not hurting, it was a numbness usually accompanied by death or sleep. Asher slid the blade out of his back, sliding it slowly out until it scraped the edges of his spinal column, slicing through cartilage and sinew.

He removed his shirt and let it float down to the roof, landing on Ayria. She screamed as it lightly touched her back, scaring her with its touch. Ayria lept up at Asher, focusing her blade on his heart. He grabbed the blade in mid-attack, the edge cutting into his pure, pale, bony hands. He slid his other hand down spear, caressing Ayria's tightly gripped hands. He looked down at her, she swayed helplessly, as if falling would mean death. He moved his eyes from the girl, to the gawking crowd. He hissed at them, and a noise rose with them. He smiled and gazed upon them, his eyes flowing blue, they suddenly went quiet. He smiled back up at Ayria. Then turned to the still floating Kaitsu. He took the man's sword from his side and sent it flying into Kaitsu.

He watched in horror as the blade pierced his shoulder, instantly numbing the blade's "home". Asher made the sword slide from the wound, and then it pierced the elf's right leg. A groan escaped from the boy, and a small tear appeared at his eye. Blood mingled down his body, where the flow of the shoulder wound, and leg wound met. The blade kept slicing into new wounds until the blade floated at the boy's heart.

"No, don't do it," Ayria cried still gripping the spear as a life line.

"And what purpose does he serve you. He wounded you. He's your enemy."

"I won't let you kill him like that."

"I do not understand." With a curious glint in his eye, Asher turned to the crowd below. Suddenly a person began floating from the crowd, faster and faster until he rested beside Asher. Asher ran his hands through his hair, running his hands down his face, leaving deep fleshy cuts oozing with puss in the wake of his fingers. He rose his mouth, fangs gleaming, and sank them into the man's neck. With scream, Asher fed on the man, who was squirming in the grasp of Asher's otherworldy energy.

**Your turn**

As Asher fed on Kaitsu's blood, Kaitsu could feel his life energy ebbing away. I can't let it end like this.... I can't... he thought. He tried to move his hands but the cold numbness clung to them like stone shackles. I don't have much longer... I have to do something... Then it hit him like a burst of warm air. The vampire was not only feeding on his blood, but also his spirit energy! If he wants my energy... I'll give him a nice big dose of it! Kaitsu focused his mind, focusing all his power into the wound that Asher was feeding on. He released all of it in a last ditch effort to save himself. Feeding all of it into Asher's body.

Asher fed on Kaitsu's blood like a drunkard. It was warm in his mouth, he absorbed it with glee. But as he fed, the blood began taking on a strange taste. It became warmer and warmer with each passing second. Each drop was different from the last. He didn't understand what was going on. He searched the boys thoughts for an answer.
Have you ever heard of getting too much of a good thing? No? Well, you're about to...
All of a sudden, the boy's blood began to burn in Asher's mouth. The blood was scaldingly hot. Asher's grip loosened.

As Asher's grip on Kaitsu's neck loosened, so did his grip on his soul. Kaitsu began to be able to feel his hands again. Through the pain, he lifted his left hand... slowly, yet surely. The pain was mind numbing. Yet Kaitsu persevered, he put his hand behind his coat and gripped the handle of his wakizashi. Asher's grip loosened even more, Kaitsu slid the blade from its sheath.

Ayria loomed close by, waiting for a chance to strike. But as she looked on, she saw the boy begin to move. He slid his hand behind his coat and grabbed something, What's he doing? He slid "it" from behind his back. A sword!

Asher's mouth burned intensely. But as he focused his mind trying to cut through the pain, thinking only that he had to kill this boy that had gotten in his way and now must pay, he suddenly felt a different pain in his chest. He withdrew his fangs from Kaitsu's neck and looked down. There it was, the handle of a blade protruding from his chest. He screamed in agony and dropped Kaitsu, who fell like a wounded bird to the roof. An explosion of shingles and wood chips engulfed Kaitsu's body. Asher fell from the sky to the roof, landing on his knees, gripping the handle of Kaitsu's wakizashi as the other end protruded from his back and blood flowed from his mouth.

*your turn... heheh...*

ooc: I'm very sorry for the horribly short length of this post..I can edit it tommarow if you want, but I've been busy lately.

Ayria watched in horror as the elf boy fell, yet could not attack him while he had no weapon. The vampire was mortally wounded, and Ayria decided to finish him off. “You will pay for all you’re crimes, vampire!” she yelled. Asher gasped for air, blood filled his lungs. He grasped the hilt of the blade and slowly pulled it out of his chest, and blood openly flowed from his mouth and chest.

The vampire knew he was finished. “Gah” his lips formed a smirk and he said with his last breath. “You have- not one-“ blood fell from his lips. “I am immortal, and…I will be back” With that, Ayria embedded her spear deep into the wound he had just pulled the sword from. “That will teach you!” she said. “Never insult the Hylian race!” “Heh” the vampire sneered as blood gushed from his wound.

**Yea, seems over. Sorry it's so short, I'm kinda pressed for time.**

Asher snapped at the girl one last time. The wind rose and the blood splashing from his wounds turned his skin a dark crimson. He glared at the night in hunger and disappeared in the wind, leaving the two to their elveness.

**Good fight (heh, no one died...this time, hahahha)***

So do we continue Brigoffa or is it over (for now)?

It's over I guess, sorry I've been busy lately.