Ara's back with another story... No, I havn't stopped working on any of my other ones... But I had a few ideas for this... Eventualy you guys will notice that all my stories start to revolve around each other... But, you can read any of my storys and still get the gest of whats going on... You dont need to read the other ones to understand the plot....

Anyways, Read and Enjoy.

The rain pounded softly against stained glass window, un-relentless with the power that fell from the heavens. Behind the glass, with in a large cathedral, a man dressed in a black sat in the benches before the alter. The candles of the room flickering for a moment, catching the unusual purple color of his hair and making it shine in the darkness.

His head was bowed in solemn thoughts, a golden cane leaning upright against the seat beside him. His long fingers folded together, his clutched hands holding his head up; his elbows braced against his knees. As a breeze blew through the large chamber, his hair danced around his slouched shoulders, pointed elfish ears seen briefly before his hair settled along his shoulders again. Spiky purple bangs shadowing his face with a deep darkness, his eyes covered with a set of circle framed glasses. With a muttered 'amen.' his head lifted the candle light catching on his thin glasses and creating two eerie white circles among the shadows of his face.

He stood from the bench, his long fingers grasping the handle of his cane. He slowly walked to the front of the church, his foot steps echoing softly. Coming to a stop in front of the alter, he bowed his head again. Hiding his silver eyes from the crucified statue of Jesus that hung high above the alter.

His head suddenly lifted when he heard the shifting of silk robes. His silver eyes darting over to a side door beyond the alter and off to the back of the church. He was surprised to see a priest standing their, watching him with a keen gaze. He felt his insides churning with a wave uneasiness; he might not be able to control his demons with a holy messenger of god so close...

"Son... You appeared deeply troubled...." The priest's voice was old, and wise, but his appearance couldn't but him past 30. "Father..." Drave whispered softly, drawing away to the shadows as the priest came into the candle light. "My troubles are nothing to place on mortals..." He whispered, voice monotone; but deep with in, it was laced with a sorrow. The Priest lifted a hand toward Drave, only for it to be avoided and the purple haired man fleeing.

Drave hid in the shadows of a pillar, his back pressed against the icy stone. His sorrow filled silver eyes swirling with a darkened red. "No..." His voice hissed, the end of the word swirling to a demented cackle... "Leave...Me alone..." His voice was broken, soft and laced with an eternity of sadness. "Never..." His voice was darkened, swirling with evil laughter again. Drave's body slumped against the stone, and his legs crumbled from under his body. With a soft 'thud' he huddled on the floor, in the shadows. Eyes, half red, half silver. He fruitlessly fought against the evils that swirled win his soul, taking his body over.

Dominick, The priest came across him a few moments later. The man knelt by his side, His hand brushing across the demons temple. The skin hissed, and the demon jerked away, darting off into the shadows with half silver and half red eyes. Wild as a frightened animal. Drave crouched in the shadows, his body heaving as he tried tot breath, The skin the priest had touched was burning, worse then a thousand knifes being driven into ones heart.

He clutched the side of his face, snarling, his many fangs seen as he glared at the priest from the shadows. His silver eyes whirled into a complete red of evil; the human side had lost, once again. "Father...." The shadows hissed, laced with evil and eternal darkness. "You should have run when you had the CHANCE...." The priest only had time to scream a single name, a single name that stopped the demon dead in his tracks... "TAARAA!"

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In the depths of the cathedral, a pair of eyes opened; Red eyes. A grin pulled at a pair of bloody lips, and the creaking of a wooden door opening filled a small room in the depths of the church. From the darkness of onyx coffin, from the soft red silk padding of the coffin, a creature rose. Skin white and waxen as the moon, hair swirled down its back, a deep crimson; like the blood it thrived off of. Tara stood before her coffin, hands folding in front of her as she slowly cracked her knuckles. That done, the black cloaked vampire lifted the lid of her coffin, and placed the large, heavy top back on. A golden cross was engraved into its surface, and in golden letters under the cross, written was the name "Taraka Damascus". 'The Demon of Blood'

Those red eyes closed, her body shifted into black shadows, those shadows grew hundreds of tiny black wings. Screeches filled the darkness, hundreds of black bats flared their wings and flew threw the darkened catacombs of the cathedral basement. The eyes of the bats, blood red....

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Drave stood, half in the shadows, half out. His head bowed, his red eyes glinting from behind thin framed circular glasses and his lengthy purple hair. His lips pulling into a grin, he heard the fluttering of many bat wings from the depths of the cathedral. He smirked at the priest, showing a grin, with four sets of three sets of fangs. Two large canines falling from his top jaw, and two from the bottom, but the outer set of his top incisors where pointed as fangs as well...

He watched the priest with a lost interest; the true kill was approaching him... But as a round of Silver was blasted into his torso, and his body was tossed like a rag doll into a solid stone pillar. He started to duple guess his choice of staying. As he slid down the pillar, his feet touched the floor and blood dripping down into a pool at his feet. The legs that attacked to those feet struggled to stay up. His hands clenched at his side, His head lifting, and a seething glare was thrown at The Vampire that now stood in front of the priest protectively.

A large slash ran down his cheek, where his glasses had broken and the glass had slashed down his face when they where broken and set flying. He bared his fangs in a hiss, Blood running from the corner of his lips, He suddenly clutched his bleeding abdomen and coughed, and blood splattered the floor in front of him; his lung had been ripped through by one of the bullets that were now smoking in the pillar behind him.

He pulled himself together, forcing the pain away. He stood at his full height 6'7 and cracked his fingers, wrists, neck and back; his head rolling around on his shoulders for a moment. The wounds he had sustained knitting back together and where gone; like they had never existed. "Awww... Such a welcome from my Favorite Vampiress..." He chuckled; straighten his jacket, and dusting his shoulders off. His cane suddenly in his hand and he strolled forward, his steps with an eerie grace that showed his demonic age.

Tara studied the Demon before her, and gave a smirk of her own. "Dominick... Go find Adrian, and say with him... This might be a long night...." Her eyes never once wavered from the demon that walked so luxuriously towards her. "NOW..." She hissed, snapping the priest from his stupider, smirking even more when she heard his hasty foot steps retreating into the many halls of the cathedral. "So... After all these years... You come back? The death of your wife really took its toll on you... Didn't it?" She stood her ground as he stopped in front her. Her head tilted only the slightest fragment to keep him at eye level. He was taller then her by few inches.

"Yes her murder... did..." The demon replied, not minding at how rude the vampire was being as she ran her eyes down his body and then back up; studying him one more time. "You use to be able to control the devil with in you... Was her death that hard on you... That your spirit broke?" She took a step forward, closing the gap between their bodies, her face less then a fragment from his, her eyes glaring into his with a fierce red gaze.

She ran a finger down the burnt skin of the priests touch; such a touch could not be healed over like bullet holes. She heard him growl, and felt the rumble of it from deep with in his chest. She ran that finger down his cheek, over his neck, and then rested the palm of her hand on his chest, over his heart. "Drave... You use to be a worthy opponent... A rival... Now look at you...Why did you have to change so..." She drew away from him, as if his presence had brunt her.

Drave gazed with a distant look in his red eyes, His head bowed suddenly, his bangs covering his face. From the depths of his jacket, he withdrew a pair of glasses, just like the ones that had broken moments ago. He placed them on slowly, waiting a moment before lifting his gaze to meet the vampires. His eyes now silver, and his appearance less frightening, and more saddening; he was indeed a broken man.

"Tara....Tara..." He whispered her name off his lips, His voice deep and laced with a husky tone, but sadness was sewn so tightly into his voice; it sounded like he would never be happy again. "You know my Story... You know why... Question me if you wish... But all I have to reply with is questions... I have no answers any more..." He turned around, The flares of his jacket swirling after him as he walked towards the exit. His head bowing as he walked right through the large would doors, and then he was gone.

Tara stood, head tilted and slowly a grin pulled at the corners of her lips. A deviously eerie grin, a mysteriously masterful smirk... "Your Not going to do what I think you are... Are you Master?" A male Vampire appeared from the shadows, his appearance a near clone of His master. Only difference was their clothing. His jacket red, hers black. His hat red, hers black. His hat with a cloth hanging from it, hers with a feather perched on it. He materialized at her side, and stared out at where the demon had left. "You know me Well Adrian... I shall indeed..." The female vampire turned to glance at her fledgling. "But.... Who could you possibly have in mind?" He asked with a glance to his master.

"She's a strange one... But I have a feeling she'd do the job..." The vampire grinned, fangs seen. "I have that feeling.... She would do the job indeed...." Suddenly the female was gone, swirled away into the shadows. "I hope you know what your doing Tara." Adrian said to no one as he stared at the door, as if expecting he demon to reappear. With a shrug of his shoulders, he was gone. Back into the catacombs of the cathedral.

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In a place where darkness should never touch, in a place where vampires where a true myth, in a place where evil was but a thought. In the Kingdom of Heaven, Tara appeared, her black coat swirled around her body, her blood red hair swirling around her shoulders, blown by a soft warm wind. Her lips pulled in a demented grin. She walked forward; the beings that walked the same road turned with muffled cries and darted away. While others stared in shock, mouths open with disbelief.

She walked boldly through over the stones of gold beneath her feet, she grinned at the chaos she caused. She walked steadily towards the castle made of silver that stood in the distance. When some one was not quick enough to avoid her, she simple walked through them, leaving them a shivering mass at the darkness of her transparent touch. She was tarnish to their perfection, and she knew it. Suddenly, she noticed she was surrounded by a group. She glanced them all over with a single flick of her eyes. She stopped walking and closed her eyes, with a flash; the wings of hundreds of bats filled the air. She heard the guards gasp and draw back, with hundreds of eyes she watched them grow smaller as she soured into the sky.

None dared to aim an arrow at those bats, and even if they had dared, they wouldn't have hit their mark. The bats filed the air, blocking out the sun light. Like a storm of darkness, they conjugated towards the silver castle. Ready to reek havoc on the heavenly city of angels.

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A Woman stood on the balcony to her chambers. Her sea foam green eyes gazed over with a dullness of boredom. Her Silky white hair falling to her shoulders, her arms folded over her chest in an un-ladylike fashion. Her body covered with a black dress, A dress her father, mother, servants, court ladies, lords, all had tried to make her wear a different color. But she would hear none of it, dark tones were a daring that she loved. Every one else around her wore bright colors, that burned her eyes if she stared to long.

Her eyes where snapped out a daze, and to the dark cloud that was coming towards the castle. Her eyes narrowed, and she noticed that this cloud had wings... Then it dawned on her that this cloud was moving too fast... She gasped, not in surprise, but in happiness when she noted they where bats. She knew instantly who it was. With a cry of happiness, that was quite un-common to her solemn depressed appearance she ran from the balcony. Sweeping through her room, she glanced around for a moment, suddenly glad for the lack of maids that would usually be around her, she made her way to her closet.

With a grin, she pushed her gowns to the sides and went into the depths of her closet, knocking her fingers along the false back of her closet. Smirking when the wooden wood slid aside to reveal a dark stone hall way. Stepping into the darkness, the wooden wall closed behind her. She blinked into the darkness, her eyes adjusting quickly, and she took off down the darkened hall, pulling her dress up so as not to trip, she turned a corner and ran straight through a hologram wall....

A princess dressed in black attire stepped out into a small room. The black walls draped with red tapestries. She walked calmly to the back of this small chamber, running her fingers over a large chest, which was placed on a pedestal. She withdrew a key on a chain from her neck, and opened the chest carefully, as if it held the most precious thing in her life.

She opened the chest, the hinges creaking slightly, as if they hadn't been used in years. With a fond smile on her lips, she ran her finger tips over her metallic black armor, silk like white leather that was folded in its depths. She looked up, and at the red pentagram that was painted on her wall. A silver circle surrounded the star, and ancient red characters written carefully in side this silver circle. She grinned at this symbol, her eyes gleaming softly. "Perfect..." She said to the darkness...

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The bats swirled down upon the castle, Like a dark shadow descending, they latched on the corners of everything. Tree's, eves, gates, windows... They hung from everything, red eyes gleaming from their shadowy black bodies. People quickly cleared out of the court yard, hiding from with in, and staring out at the flying beasts that seemed to be waiting for something...

Suddenly, the doors to the castle opened, and from in stepped a being; his hair graying with age, but his blue eyes holding the spirit of a man 30 times less his age. He walked out slowly, his hands folded behind his back, and his eyes glancing around at the bats. Eventually, the being stood in the center of the courtyard, his white robes blowing around his body that was tall and lean. Golden feathers swirled at his back, golden wings where folded nearly at his shoulders. He sent a thoughtful gaze out at the beasts around him. And then he spoke. "Why do you come here... Demon... Our kind has done nothing..."

A shiver drifted down the angels back, he could swear the bats where all grinning at him. "I come for what is mine..." The wind whispered.... " I come for what is my blood..." The wind hissed. The old man blinked, and then his eye brows narrowed, realizing what the words meant. "She is not yours.... She has been turned back... You forget-..." "I FORGET NOTHING OLD MAN...." The wind snarled, the bats flared their wings, and suddenly a shadow was swirling up around the mans feet, darting up his body with a rapid speed. Suddenly, the man was on his knees coughing, clawing at the shadows that where squeezing his neck, cutting off his air pipe. With a gurgled cry, he mouthed a few words, and a light flashed in the area.

Tara stood, her hands wrapped around the man's neck; her eyes narrowing with a deep anger. "She is of my Blood... SHE IS... MY kin... I TURNED HER... SHE BELONGS TO ME... No one else... I am her Master." She dropped the man, mere seconds before he would have died. She watched him crumble to the floor, his hands around his neck, his body heaving with withering breaths.

Suddenly, the vampire found herself at the end of several swords. All aimed at a critical part of her body. She smirked at the guards and laughed at them as they grew nervous. She suddenly reached a hand out, and grasped the edge of a sword; her flesh hissing from the blessing that had been placed over the swords. But she couldn't care less. She heightened her grip, blood slipping down its blade; she jerked the sword from the guards grasp, smirking when she heard his wrist fracture at the strength of her jerk.

She watched him stumble backwards clucking his broke wrist, his eyes wide in shock. She watched the other blades lower, her eyes gleaming with mirth. She dropped the sword she had grasped, her hand letting off theatricals of smoke from having held the blessed metal. She lifted the land, and ran her tongue over her burnt flesh, more hissing heard as her saliva healed the wounds. She grinned over the fingers of her hand, smirking at the disgust mixed with fear in their eyes. She slowly ran her tongue up her fingers, licking away her own blood.

She let her hand drop to her side, her eyes falling onto the king of angels who was still rubbing his neck, his eyes narrowed in seething hate. "Your Daughter sir... you'll find she'll be willing to go with me... She's not one of your kind, and she's out of place here... Your little paradise will be once again perfect once I take her with me... She's a stain on your silk covering that hides your people from the real world..." She looked up to the top tower of the castle, amused to see the mentioned woman standing their in a rather interesting attire.

She was covered in a white silky material, that was as tough as leather, but much more flexible. Black armor covered her body then, swirling off her arms, legs and chest with intricate protruding that made her look demonic. Her white hair swirled around her body, and her sea foam green eyes where now a rather interesting shade of red. With a graceful leap, the woman was falling through the air and landed on top of another roof. With another graceful dive, she was on a lower roof... Two jumps later, she landed on the ground at the base of the castle; her hair settling around her back. She stood from her crouch that had braced her body for the earth's impact, and strode towards the vampire. At her sides, where daggers, blades red, handles black, blades curved in demonic swirls that would kill painfully. "My Master..." She bowed her head to the vampire, and earned a soft chuckle. "Aeris.. My, how my fledgling has grown so..." Tara stepped forward, and ran a finger down the woman's cheek before hooking the digit under her chin and tilting her face up carefully. "You are indeed one of my blood... Come, we leave."

The King could only watch in mute disagreement as his only daughter, as demented as she was, walked out of his courtyard, out of his control, and out of his life; standing beside a vampiric-demon who had pledged his kind for years... The old mans head bowed, a sadden sigh came from his lips. "Sire?" a guard asked hesitantly, not wanting to break the eerie silence, but knowing he had too. "Go back about your tasks... You will not be following them... It would only mean your death... I must go remove my child from the family tree... she is no longer one of us..." The guards where surprised, but would not argue, they left as their king had ordered...