A Clash of Mortal Enemies.(Grey.)

[Roy Atenwood]

Roy walked through the woods that led up to the oprtal to the "Torla" region, a sort of opcket dimension for rejects like him.

He was moving rather quickly. because he knew he was being followed. Whoever was following him diddn't know he was telepathic. He figured going into the "Torla Region" would be easier than fighting, and he really wanted to see the village before bringing Kegan and Tech to it.

Roy bolted, running top speed, through the portal. In five minutes, he was in Inoa.

It was pretty damn bleak compared to how it was when he left it.

"Still following me? Stop being a coward, then. Come out and fight, Vampire!"

[Grey]

Grey exited the shadows, smiling in a mused manner. "You youngsters are always so aggressive and direspectful" Grey had been stalking through the land from where his mother's family had come, fleeing from poverty and famine to what they hoped would be a better place to live.

"And you are even treading the land of my ancestors as you insult me, you truly have no sense of decensy" Grey shook his head like an adult annoyed with a child, his every ounce of energy focuse on his senses, ready to attack or defend should the need arise

[Roy Atenwood]

"The land of your ancestors? Who gives a flying FUCK!"

Roy turned, facing the vampire. Being called a child made his blood boil.

Or at least made his hand light on fire. Roy took his dagger out of his boot, fully intending to end this thing tonight.

"Tell me...why were you following me?"

Roy curled his flaming left hand into a fist, waiting for an answer. His right hand held the silver dagger, left to him by the man who had defeated Melzas before Roy had even thought to step up to the plate.

It had "Hellspawn's Bane" engraved on the blade. He hoped that the vampire could see and read the script.

"Who are you, and why are you here in Inoa?"

[Grey]

Grey twitched when Roy's words reached his ears, poking to his to Irish pride. "How dare you" He hissed, ancient anger awaekening within him. "How dare you insult me heritage and asking to my whereabouts IN THE SAME COUNTRY?" Grey was like several old-fashioned americans very proud of his roots, and Roy had just thrown a stone at a very dangerous nest of hornets in Grey's mind.

"One would almost think that you have a greater right to be here than I do, that somehow you are more entitled to walk the Irish soil than me." Grey was snarling, bringing out the fear and the uncertainty he felt. The truth was that he feared that all the things he felt that Roy was accusing him of, were true. He was not human anymore and hw was no longer alive. How could he call himself Irirsh if he were dead?

"You have insulted me more than sufficient" Grey snarled, stepping closer with the look of a angered predator in his features. "Lets see if your fire and edge can actually make up for the amount of oxygen that you waste"

[Roy Atenwood]

"Before we fight.......look around you. You're no longer in Ireland."

Roy raised his arms, and turned in a circle, presenting a panoramic of the small village. White houses with blue roofs were the norm, and they were in the middle of the small village.

People started leaving thier houses, to see what the commotion was. Their faces lit up when they saw Roy.

They called him the Releaser.

"This is the Torla Region. You're currently in Inoa village. Not Ireland. Is that too much for your undead brain to comprehend?"

[Grey]

Grey had recieved far too many insults in his life and what had followed after, and he had reached the point of mental numbness where only insults to his pride would affect him, and he was all but proud of being a vampire. He put his onehand on his head, closing his eyes and laughing. The deep eerie sound rang through the area in which they were standing as it grew in strength.

"You people" He said as the final shakes of laughter rang out. "You people really are something else. You advertise love freedom and acceptance, but the first lost sould that crosses your path you attempt to bury under a hail of insults. At the very least" He said as he lifted his head towards Roy "I don't lie about my motives, nor my goals. Unlike you, I stick to my word, I don't change, twist or break it at my pleasure. The only true honor comes from keeping your word." He shook his head, the faint smile of madness still on his lips. "Not that you would even try to understand"

[Roy Atenwood]

Instead of being shocked, Roy laughed.

"You follow me to my home, for no apparent reason, other than to berate my morals?"

Roy let out a hearty laugh, as people began to recognize him, and murmur about "The Releaser" returning.

"Listen up. You don't belong here. Leave now, or find eternal rest at the end of my knife."

Vampires were all the same, really. The only one he haddn't hated was Maria McKoren, and he most likely diddn't want to know her any better than he already did.

Vampires caused pain. Vampires hurt the innocent. Vampires got killed by Roy.

Roy turned toward the vampire once more, and said "I don't evn know your name, and yet you follow me home? What the hell, man?"

[Grey]

"And just like all the others, you twist around my words, avoiding to answer" A thing that Roy could not possibly know, was that Grey before had tried to find peace among other beings, those that weren't human, but he had been rejected so many times that he had formed a cocoon around his trust, care and friendliness, a cocoon that could only be softened by alcohol, and Grey was far from drunk at this point.

"But if that is what you wish" He said. taking the wolf stance that he had himself developed, using the latent energies leaked by his inactive werewolf gene and fusing it with the soulless fury of the vampire. "Then lets us grab another round. And please, don't walk away until it is finished this time"

[Roy Atenwood]

Roy's anger faded.......hadn't this been how Reydan treated him?

"Wait......I'm sorry. Can we try to talk this out? I've acted in a manner to disgrace my village, and I apologize."

Roy sheathed his dagger, and said, "I'm dealing with a lot at the moment, including trying to save this very village. I'm not trying to use that as an excuse...but I'm a bit stressed out."

He heard a roar of disaproval from a villager, but that was just Kline. Kline had never liked Roy.

"Look......how about I let you run up my tab at the bar. It's the least I can do. I'd rather not make an enemy.....alright?"

((OOC: Yes, I'm turning the title of the thread into a sarcastic statement.))

[Grey]

Grey lowered his stance, feeling as though something had slipped away. A door that he had been banging at for decades seemed to have slid open. His hands fell down by his side. "I..." He didn't know what to say.

"Thank you, but no" Grey's hostility had died, it was the first time somebody had actually listened to him, although there had also been a fair share of scorn. "I thank you, but i can't trust you. I hope you understand" Grey was beginning to realize how easy a target he was, sorrounded and and in the open. "I'd enjoy drinking with you, but let us do it on neutral grounds, back at the academy. I hope that you take no offense, but far too may of your kind have tried to kill me in the past."

He turned around and began walking, heading back in the direction from whence he came. "My names is Grey, by the way. Not that it matters" Maybe he would learn something new at the academy after all