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Riordan's face remains cold and his eyes distant, not revealing the surprise which jumps into his throat. "Vampires?" he asks, a deep edge to his voice.

This imposter... Riordan could feel the taint. It raged like a flame and it consumed. This man was one of their pawns, his mind twisted by their magics until naught but his soul was left... and even that would be gone soon enough. If that were so Shouten Yaiba would not falter; would not miss the heart. He would plunge deep and burn until the monster turned to ash before Riordan.

However... it was also possible that this man was a hunter, much like the ones who had saved him all those years ago. He could have become tainted so easily if he had faced one of power. But to live... it was possible. But Riordan would not lower his guard. Not yet...

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Shouten Yaiba: Death Blade: the name of the Force spirit bound to Riordan's sword.

lol You do fine. And yeah, Riordan's supposed to come along with you.
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Riordan does not take a seat but instead remains standing, his face revealing nothing more than the superiority and pride which was associated with one of noble blood.

“Indeed,” he begins, closing his eyes, the act adding to his calm and serene demeanor. “I am here on behalf of the Malinov Family. Word spreads quickly in noble courts, Master Jedi. You are seeking information on the Elders...” a pause. “Or perhaps even the Elders themselves, yes?” he adds, opening his eyes to watch the Jedi’s reactions carefully

George knew he didn’t need to answer. If the Malinovs went as far as to send a representative bearing their name, they already knew exactly what they were getting themselves into. They were, after all, one of the largest and most powerful noble families in the universe; their spies would have easily gathered what other tongues did not spread.

Riordan continues without a word from George. “My Lord wishes to assist your... efforts, and as such I have been tasked with accompanying you and aiding you with my abilities however I am able.”

Okay, this has been a long time coming but I believe it's worth it. Really long post but I do hope you enjoy. It’s kind of important you remember what happened a few posts back. Razvan had the opportunity to kill George, however, he didn’t. Do we remember why? ^_^

Also, here Razvan has already lost his eye sight but not his eyes. The black smoke has completely consumed his eyes but he can still see without the use of the Force. However, later on we'll discover exactly how he loses his eyes (which causes him to wear the bandages and where he gains his facial scars).

For now imagine him something like this (with his hair flowing down to the small of his back just about and yes more anime, damnit! lol ). This is how I actually wanted him to look but with the bandages and scars from the first picture I posted of him. ^_^

So... let's begin...
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As the ship continues its journey through hyperspace towards its destination, a chill runs up George’s spine. Despite his best efforts to fight the feeling, a smoky haze envelopes his weakened mind. His eyelids become heavy and eventually... they fall...

A faint voice; a woman. Her cries muffled out before they ever reach him. Her voice come once more; a little clearer, a little louder. She continues calling out to him and eventually her voice rings in his ears.

“George... George...!”

His eyes shoot open at the sound of such a familiar voice, his heart jumping into his throat. Serena! White light distorts the Jedi’s vision, barely allowing him to catch the blurry figure bending down. He blinks. His sister looks down at him, specks of blood splattered on her cheeks.

“George... George, come on!” she urges, failing to completely hide the panic in her voice. “We have to get out of here!” she quickly adds, pulling George to his feet.

The sound of clashing lightsabers resonates around them.

“But Sere-” Goerge tries, turning his head towards the sound only to have his attention snap back to Serena by the sharp jerk on his arms.

“No George. We can’t stay here. Mother and Father-” she stops, choking on the words. “Mother and Father... they won’t...”

A stray tear trails down her right cheek. “We just have to leave...”

She gathers George in her arms without another word of protest from the boy, his own small arms linking around her neck while his legs lock around her back. Glancing over her shoulder, George’s gaze lands on the flashes of light which seem to dance in the distance. Two silver streams burning to snuff out an ever-elusive blackness.

His sister’s hand suddenly holds his head against her slender shoulder so his eyes fall from the fury. She rushes forward, using the Force to quicken her step; but even then... it isn’t enough. The faintest whisper accompanies a chill which rams into George’s spine.

A figure now stands before them, eyes smoking black as if to release darkened poison from hungering flames which consume the remnants of a once human soul. Green tear lines travel from his eyes down his cheeks. Serena abruptly stops on a gasp, shouts from behind her seeming to go deaf in her ears. A sinister grin curls pale lips.

“How pitiful,” he almost whispers, an air of superiority etched deep into an age old voice. “You cannot escape me with such simple tricks, little girl.”


The figure's grip on his lightsaber tightens, the blackened blade humming with impending doom and steaming with the same intensity as his eyes. Serena clutches George's body with death-grip strength as if to hold him even closer.

The figure huffs. "Holding him tighter will not save his soul from my fangs, child." A growl as his voice lowers. "I shall reap revenge..."

A man and a woman suddenly appear before the figure, standing between him and his would-be-prey. Their silver lightsabers gleam magnificently, echoing through the Force of glories and hardships, justice and honor. Family.

"Leave them be, demon!" the woman demands, her voice soft and wise.

The man points his saber towards the dark figure. "Your fight is with us and us alone, Razvan," he adds to his partner's words, his own deep and experienced. A true warrior.

The figure known as Razvan chuckles lightly. "I am one brought forth into the same darkness which revenge was born of. Did you not think I would claim it?"

"This has nothing to do with them!" the man replies.

"On the contrary, Jedi," Razvan retorts. "You brought such a fate upon them when your blade stole the life of my mate. You not only took her from this world but also my future. I shall afford you..." he pauses for a mere moment, a sadistic grin showcasing large fangs as he rapidly twirls his lightsaber by the small chain attached to the barrel.

"The same kindness!" he roars.

In the blink of an eye, Razvan is upon the man, their lightsabers locking. If at all possible, the grin on Razvan's face widens as the Jedi's knees begin to bend under the pressure of the vampire's immense strength. Razvan's eyes narrow and he sidesteps at exactly the right moment, the man's desperate Force push rippling in the air past the vampire's body.

The man's eyes widen in horror and worry as his missed attempt impacts the woman, sending her flying back. "Eleanor!" he cries, rushing forward to catch her body before Razvan can stop him.

Razvan growls, turning his attention back to Serena and George. A haunting gleam emerges in the smoke of his eyes. "It is your choice, child... how you and he die," he begins, his eyes landing on George's face, one eye peeking out at the monster before him.

"It is not a question of whether you have the skill to kill me... but if you have the courage to try," he adds, his eyes locking with Serena's. "Make no mistake, little girl. You will all die here. How I rip the life from your body... is another matter.

Serena remains silent for the moment before her grip on George loosens. She bends down, letting his body slip from her grasp until his feet touch the ground.

Razvan's voice gives away the smile his face dare not. "It would appear you have some spirit after all," he remarks. "Congratulations. You won't die a coward. Here's to a beautiful death..."

With those words Razvan takes a step back, a display of the last remaining speck of his humanity; as good a trait as any in a monster. He eyes the man and woman as they rejoin Serena and George, moving up around them, ready to block an attack should the vampire change his mind.

George looks up at Eleanor as she bends down so her face is even with his. Fear pools in his eyes. "Mama...?" he questions.

"Don't worry, George... we'll be fine," she reassures herself as much as him, touching his cheek. "Go find a place near the hanger to hide and wait for us," she smiles, turning and giving him a nudge to get going.

George slips away from the fight, all too aware of the black gaze searing the flesh on his back. When the boy in no longer in sight, Razvan turns back to the Jedi, twirling is lightsaber to intimidate the Jedi.

"It does no good to lie to the boy and give him false hope when I shall do nothing but shatter it in the end," he states with distain.

"I won't give you that opportunity, Razvan. I'll kill you where you stand!" the man roars, clutching the barrel of his lightsaber as he charges towards Razvan.

"No, James!" Eleanor shouts, reaching out to grab him... only to have him slip through her fingers.

Razvan smirks, fueling his own power by feeding off the building rage within the Jedi. Instantly black smoke swirls around Razvan's hands, anchoring itself by digging into the flesh of his wrists. He twirls his lightsaber around once more, gripping the barrel with both hands as he drops to one knee, stabbing the black blade into the ground at his feet.

An ear-piercing, animalistic scream through the Force, as a red flame of energy lunges to consume James. The energy immediately constricts around him like a snake and the Jedi falls to his knees, struggling for breath; claws rip at his arms, forcibly stretching them out on either side of him. Focusing on his wrists, the energy crushes down until the Jedi cries out in pain and his lightsaber falls from his bleeding fingers.

Razvan stands, ripping his lightsaber from the ground, using an incredibly powerful blast of Force power to send Eleanor and Serena back as they come to James's aid. James cannot lift his head but he gazes up at Razvan through dark, sweaty bangs, his breathing labored. This... this... power... it... it wasn't... possible!

Razvan now towers above him, looking down on the Jedi, black blade roaring for the kill to come. He chuckles, the deep sound vibrating through James. "So eager for a kill, so hungering for your enemies' blood and for the taste of victory that you foolish rush into the battle... only to find the lion's fangs at your throat."

James feels Eleanor and Serena's power spike through the Force as they attempt to free James once more. His eyes barely catch the small smile which betrays Razvan. No... had they truly underestimated him to such an extent?!

"NO!" James yells through the Force, as his back arches on a sudden rush of sharp pain.

Another scream as red flames spread and erupt from the fire consuming James to devour Eleanor and Serena completely. The energy lifts them into the air until their feet dangle just above the ground, their backs arched as Razvan's free hand fists suddenly and the energy begins to crush their fragile bodies.

The sound of bones snapping rings in James's ears and he fights against his confines desperately. Blood drips from Eleanor's mouth onto the ground beneath her feet and Razvan licks his lips like a starving dog, using the energy to pull both her and Serena to him.

He thumbs away the blood dripping from her lips and brings it to his mouth, savoring the taste. “Such spirit and youth for such an... experienced Jedi,” the vampire nearly purrs. “I see where the girl gets it.”

“D-Don’t...”

Razvan turns to glance at James’s strained body. “Well, you’re still coherent. I must admit that you surprise me, Jedi,” he adds, moving to stand before James once more. “It would appear I have underestimated you... to some slight extent.”

James manages a light chuckle which brings Razvan’s lightsaber to his neck, the screaming blade almost touching the Jedi’s shoulder, scorching the skin on his cheek with its intensity. James’s eyes rise once more; a challenge. Do it...

“Such defiance and power, Jedi,” Razvan pauses, grinning sadistically. “Enough to make me ache. Yet you have completely wasted your potential. You are weak!”

The smell of burning flesh fills the air as Razvan rams his lightsaber through James’s shoulder, the Jedi groaning and shuddering in pain. Razvan retracts his lightsaber. “You rein in your hatred and your anger, cursing the darkness even though you know it is the very thing which you need in order to defeat me!”

Razvan grips James’s shoulder, almost breaking his collarbone. His nails extend into claws as his fingers clamp down around the wound his blade left, causing James’s body to tense in pain. “But...” Razvan whispers, “you made a crucial error... Jedi...”

His hands leave James as he pulls Eleanor to him, his pale fingers running from her lips down her neck, leaving a trail of blood as they make their way towards her heart. James’s attempt to break free nearly double, the beast within him raging for release: Let me out! LET ME OUT! Razvan smiles to himself. Soon enough... Jedi...

“Within us all lies the most vile of all evils,” Razvan begins, his claws barely penetrating the flesh above Eleanor’s heart. “It is much a beast, all carnal sins; lust, gluttony, greed, sloth, envy, pride... and rage,” his eyes flash up to glance at James before his attention moves back to the stream of blood trickling down Eleanor's body.

“You Jedi attempt to cage this, to hide it deep within yourselves until you can no longer hear its roars and its pleads; until it is nothing more than a broken part of your soul. But like every mortal you have your weaknesses... something you would give anything for. Something which -when threatened- even you yourself could not hold the chains which control your beast. Something... that will make you fall. Your error,” he adds, licking Eleanor’s blood from his fingers, “was revealing your weakness to me.”

“Let... her... go...” James demands, unable to hide the anger in his voice. He struggles to move against Razvan’s restraints and the energy engulfing him loses some of its power.

The Jedi was absorbing the dark energy, using it to fuel his own power. It wouldn’t be long now. Razvan’s bloody fingers move to Eleanor’s neck to brush the hair away from her skin. James’s eyes widen once again. No... NO!

Razvan’s fangs sink deep into Eleanor’s neck, a soft gasp escaping the unconscious woman’s mouth as the life is drained from her. James roars, freeing his arms from the energy’s hold but still unable to move.

“Stop it!” he roars.

Razvan’s blackened eyes hold the Jedi’s as the body in his arm begins to wither and almost as soon... turns to ash, blowing away from his grasp. Razvan licks his lips, enjoying the sight as James’s entire body shakes with utter rage, his hands clench into fists, and his breathing becomes ragged and animalistic.

“Well... what now... Jedi?” Razvan ponders.

“... Release... me...” James growls, his voice dripping with unbridled hatred and something dark which makes Razvan’s skin tingle. Finally.

“You’re perfectly capable of breaking free by yourself now,” Razvan replies, merely watching.

The red energy around both James and Serena suddenly shatters into millions of tiny pieces which disappear as they fall to the ground. Razvan twirls his lightsaber as James pulls his lightsaber to him and slowly gets to his feet. Instead of charging as Razvan originally suspected, James moves to his daughter’s side, pulling her from unconsciousness.

“F-Father?” Serena wonders, her mind clearing.

“Serena... find George and get out of here... now. I’ll hold Razvan off as long as I can,” he barely manages the words without revealing the darkness in his voice.

Serena sits up with help from James, rubbing her head. “Wh-what happened to Mother?!” she asks frantically.

James’s eyes shut on a way of pain and anger. “She’s... Razvan... he...”

Tears pool in Serena’s eyes. “No... he... he couldn’t!”

Razvan growls; he was growing impatient. “I suggest you run away now, little girl. It may not get you very far but at least you’ll live longer than your father.”

Serena glares at Razvan as does James but she gets to her feet and quickly flees. She didn’t question her father. There was something... different about him and it frightened her.

James turns to Razvan, a golden shine to his eyes. “Let’s end this demon,” he growls.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment, Jedi. Enjoy your last...”

James rushes forward, his silver lightsaber roaring with newly awakened powers. Razvan grins psychotically and suddenly... disappears. James’s heart thunders in his ears as everything around him seems to slow. He almost misses the flash of Razvan’s form in the corner of his eye as pain shoots through his chest.

He stumbles to his knees, his breathing ragged and uneven as he glances down at the black lightsaber blazing a hole through his chest. How...? How had Razvan moved so quickly? He had... completely disappeared. An arm reaches around James’s shoulder, ripping the lightsaber from his body. James gasps.

“Foolish, Jedi...” Razvan whispers in his ear. “I made you give into this hatred and this anger,” he continues, his claws digging past the hole into his chest, closer and closer to his heart. “Did you truly believe you could use it against me?”

There! He found it. His fingers wrap around the dying organ, giving the Jedi a chance for final words. James turns his head slightly, so as to see the vampire from the corner of his eye. His eyes burn gold.

“Wh-what... have y-you... done to... to me?” the Jedi manages with obvious difficulty.

“I used your weakness against you, Jedi... I brought you to your knees,” Razvan chuckles lightly, his fingers tightening around the Jedi’s heart as they prepare to rip it from him. “I... made you fall.”

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Sorry for making your father fall to the darkside right before he dies. It just seemed like the evil thing Razvan would do instead of just killing them all off.

Special Note: Force vampires can steal the life from their victims by biting them anywhere. It doesn't matter where. However, if they wish to steal the victim's form they have to feed directly from the heart.

Don't make fun of my typos. It'll come back to nip ya in the bud.

Well... it seems I have a little something of each of them. ~_^

Byakuya Kuchiki Well the wings... that can be blamed on the AMV "The Lust". Got my mind dwelling on Ulquiorra's resurrection form. Watch it. Best AMV. EVER!

Gin Ichimaru Again wings are because of my recent fetish with Ulquiorra's resurrection form. ^_^ The twirly thingies are thanks to you. Looking at the logo you made and everything got me thinking about them. So here you are!

Toshiro Hitsugaya Hitsugaya is an awesome character but I always felt so preverted liking him.

Well there's my finished b-day gift for you. I do hope you enjoy.

Yeah, I can't see it for some reason. It won't work for me. So if you could post the picture that would be fabulous. ^_^ And I'll post as soon as you get me that pic. I have to know what your entire family looks like. 
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See you two? Sith always win. Even our apprentices can beat y'alls Masters. ^_^

lol Quitters never win and winners never cheat, George.

Btw Konah... who's your favorite Bleach character?