Just thought I'd put this story here while I was at it. ---GORNE ALUDRAC A man clad in black stands on the spire of the Empire State building at the stroke of midnight. The moon and stars hardly visible through the street lights and buildings. He stares outwards, his long black coat suddenly shifting as wingbeats blow them to the side. A large black bat lands on his shoulder and shakes it's wing to rid itself of the man's silver hair. He chuckles as the bat grunts in persistance to get every last strand off. 'Your hair's too damn long.' said the bat in a high pitched squeeky voice. 'Ever hear of a hair cut?' The man smiled. His hair was only down to his shoulders. It was perfectly straight and comed right down the middle of his head. 'Oh come now, girls like my hair.' He said in a taunt. 'Yeah, so do guys if ya catch my drift.' The man simply laughed. 'Eek if it bothers you so, why do you insist on landing on my shoulder?' The bat stared for a moment. He shook his head. 'Your stading on a skinny spire straight up with your hands at your side. Thats leaves your shoulder, or your head, and if I land on your head, I'll get tangled and die of starvation.' He stuck out his little tounge and crossed his wings. They both laughed it off and the man held out his arm so Eek could hang in ease away from his hair. 'Master Gorne, why do you insist on coming up here every night?' Eek asked in a normal tone for a change. Gorne sighed. 'Up here nobody can talk to me, bother me, bump into me or even stare at me. I'm alone up here except for you. It's easier to think at night and up here it's just easier altogether I suppose.' Eek looked around and shuddered. He liked flying low, trying to dodge obsticals. Made flying fun. 'What do ya think about?' Gorne sighed again and sat down on the top of the spire, easily keeping his balance. 'My past. The simpler days. Zume.' Eek looked away. Whenever Gorne mentioned Zume, it meant he was depressed again. 'Master, it's been hundreds of years. Can't you just find someone else?' Gorne shook his head. 'There will never be anyone else like her. Besides, I made a promise to her. I never break a promise, you know that Eek. Otherwise I would have killed you a looong time ago.' Eek snorted. 'You don't care about that. You just think I look like a cat.' Gorne smirked. 'Can I help it if your adorable?' He hugged Eek who fought every moment of it. Gorne slid of the spire and fell straight off. Before hitting the ground, he slowed his fall. Gorne was able to levitate the rest of the way to ground with Eek back on his shoulder. 'You did that one purpose.' Gorne smirked. 'Jackass.' They walked past a couple of shops that had closed and found thier way to an alley. Gorne stopped short when he noticed a man lying on a cardboard box, a bottle of vodka next to him. He was going to turn away when the man called to him. 'Hey now shonney, woncha keep an ol' man compny as he dies?' Gorne stopped, then turned. 'Perhaps if you didn't drink so much? A match could part the walls at least a good couple of yards it smells so strong.' The old man sat up. 'Oh come now. Evvy alley shmellsh that way. Iv'sh ben clean for yearsh.' Gorne walked in and sat on a crate next to the old man. 'I can tell by your sophistocated way of speaking to me in engrish.' He smirked. The old man leaned against the wall. 'Now ish that any way to spek to yer eldersh?' Gorne leaned against the wall as well with a much larger smirk. 'I'm over 200. You?' The man blinked in confusion. 'Your joshing.' He shook his head. 'No, I'm a Vampire.' Eek butted in with 'Only half.' before turning away. The old man laughed a bit. 'And I thought being poor wash hard. At least I can be misherable day and night. Your shtuck in a cooffin.' Gorne, again, shook his head. 'No. I turn human by day. Kind of like a werewolf I suppose.' The man was now totaly confused. 'Alright, I givsh up. Ya gotsh me. Shtart talking shonny.' Gorne stood. 'Well, I shouldn't have even told you that much. Sorry old man.' The man almost stood but failed from fatigue. 'Aw come one. Whosh am I gunna tell? Anybody thinksh I'm jusht drunk, oldsh, or crashy. Besidesh, I'm gunna die. Can't ya jusht amoosh me?' Gorne chuckled and sat back down. 'Alright old man... I'll talk...' Eek: Dammit.