Aracind gracefully fell onto the steps of the Sistine chapel after flying for around an hour. He landed and fell to his knees in tears, but he would not let this event get the best of him. The pain and the anguish had built up inside him... His curiosity would cost him his life he was sure. The chemistry was what Aracind had anticipated; the Amman came with others and attacked as he predicted they would. He stooped up from the steps and glided into the deeper parts of the Vatican. For some reason or another Aracind had been drawn to Rome for the past few days and had visited it as a tourist of sorts many times before. He brushed his hands across the stonewalls and the night sky looked darker tonight. The atmosphere was damp and tensions ran high. The creature had taken its heavy toll, and Aracind hoped it would not disturb his sleep as it had done his life.

Coming to the centre of the whole Vatican untouched Aracind had succeeded. There he made himself a home, deep underground where the vaults where they would store past popes accept for Julius II. Aracind touched the stone door and it opened almost mechanically and there where the vaults that stretched for miles. He would go into hiding for a while, until he could continue with his plans and greet old friends.

"Savour your powers" Aracind spoke to himself in a daze, as he climbed onto the farthest stone tomb in the vault. Sliding the lid over Aracind slept and with it his sense of reasoning had left him for good.

"Well, isn't this interesting." Mathius said, standing over Aracind.


(Sorry for the short one-liner. Cou;dn't think of what to write)

((lol let me sleep, you couldnt find me in the vatican no way, im hiding go away))

Click, clop, click, clop, click, clop the sound of falling high heals on the solid cold marble flooring, the read dress cut in a diagnal fashion coverd the petite yet extremly sexy body of the most familiar character to Aracind, Bastet, yes she stood in the entrence to the catacomb, and no she was not going to allow Aracind to waste away his life in this place.

More sounds of high heals echoed frew the Catacomb, and at every tomb Bastet stroked her hand over it and fealign what may lye with in, until she came to nearly the last one and she felt it, inside was Aracind, with quite alot of ease for a girl like Bastet she slid the lid off it and it crashed down to the floor.

Aracinds sweet eye's were closed and Aracinds arms crossed in the odd tradition of a vampire to do in a coffin, Bastet smiled in her evil but kind way, she put her hand on his lips and led her thinger down his chest, she leans down and kissed him on the lips, and then "GET UP YOU WASTE OF SPACE!", Bastet raged out on Aracind awakening him.

"Good to see your awake!", Bastet chuckled and smiled and looked at him.

Aracind opened his eyes and sat up and did not look at the creature that had awoken him from the slumber of which he lay. "I must drink" Aracind spoke with a monotone. His hair had fallen below his face and covered his eyes, not slicked back as he usually preferred it.

It showed how he had lost his character and how he had become something else, due to this dark entity that had stalked him since he could remember. Standing up in the tomb Aracind scanned the halls "No vampires besides from you... good" He turned to Bastet at last.

"You have come for me, tell me why"

"Aracind do you seriosly beleive i would abandon you after the fun i had at that party?" Bastet looked at Aracind she felt something different about him, but none the less she came to see him, she was slightly scared about him though she was weary and she knew if it got wierd she would just have to flea.

Aracind turned his head to the girl, the hair now revealing slight views of his eyes, which gleamed his usual yellow. He stepped out of the tomb and slid his hand around the dusty coffins of others.

He laughed to himself manically "I may be young and weak but I believe more will come to these people" At this Aracind pulled off his shirt and die and his normal attire and ripped open one of the coffins. Now standing bare he turned to Bastet. "What shall I wear?" He raised a long black cloak with his right hand; with the left he raised a new suit and tie. His eyes widened now abnormally and he smiled at Bastet.

Bastet took a step back from Aracind, "My friend ... what ahve you done with my friend!" Aracind's face stood blank still, "You are not the Aracind i knew?" Bastet took another step back.

Aracind was now dressed in a long black robe that was customary to wear in some parts of London, and equipped with a cane that bared the emblem of a skull on the top.

"How.... cliché" Aracind laughed manically. He turned now to Bastet and looked her into the eyes, his head tilted back and forth. "My dear Bastet time are changing and the beast has taken its heavy toll, but unfortunately now... I must say I am a changed man, no more simple pleasantries... I hunger".

Bastet was walking backwards a bit more stedily now, "Mayeb i should have left you in that coffin, maybe for the vampires identity and the mortals egsistance, it would have been safer." Bastet spun and started to walk steadily towards the doors.

The faint sound of rats could be heard in the depths of the catacombs... but this was it. Dust settled around the place where Aracind once stood... he had gone and with it he left his sanity and hope. He had become something else; he had lost his true identity.