These Dark Alleys of Ours...

Vlad had found it very ironic in a sense. Someone had decided to follow him, and in his shadow no less. Him, a lord of darkness being stalked by someone inside the very darkness he cast himself in the form of a Shadow? He found it somewhat surprising why this person had decided to remain in hiding for so long. Vlad already spent 2 hours flying around and had even sucked the life out of a number of beings. Yet this person still wished to pursue him. How long had this person been following him, let alone IF he had followed him around any longer since he detected him? For those reasons, it is why that during those 2 hours, Vlad never showed off any more of his skills than he had to, just to keep his personal stalker from getting any idea of how strong Vlad truly is compared to most beings.

As he stood there in the alleyway, dropping his latest victim to the ground, Vlad flew up onto the flat roof-top of one of the buildings.

Before he set foot on the ground however, his body dematerialized into the dark mist/gas/smoke like form and stared down at the spot his shadow was previously in before rematerializing away from that spot.

"I suggest showing yourself now," he said in a somewhat commanding voice. "You've seen enough of my nightly routine to know enough of my activities. If you have some specific reason as to why you're following me I suggest you speak your reason when you finish with your proper introduction."

His eyes were open, and his ears listened, both his senses focusing in on where his stalker could possibly be. Blame the built in sonar too.

Vlad crossed his arms and waited patiently, not responding to Teos's earlier comments. He found it rather interesting this. . . shadow hitch-hiker to say the least had taken on his form as well just from hiding in his shadow. To say the least he wasn't going to say anything yet. He simply continued to gaze down, watch, and wait as Teos revealed. . . what Vlad is to assume for now, the boy's true form.

"Indeed. Had you intended to harm me you would have done so by now," Vlad commented as he descended from the air and set his feet back on the ground, standing at a certain spot to keep his shadow from being cast onto or near this boy. His wings folded back behind him as he now crossed his arms behind his back rather than in front of his chest.

"Your reasons are understandable, and for a boy of your. . . apparent age, you at least have a great deal in your patience, waiting this long for a moment to speak with me," Vlad said as he studied the boy. "To say the least, your patience shall not go unrewarded."

He turned and faced to the side now. "As you have proven yourself to be simply one seeking knowledge and not one seeking to end my life I shall share with you. My current name is Count Vlad, the Vampiroid, of the Psuederoids. My biometal is that of Model W. In order for me to stay. . . alive, if I can even call it that any more, I must feast and drain the lives of those already alive so that my Model W will be satisfied and regenerate myself and my powers."

His head turned in the direction to look towards the younger man now. "If I could describe it in any other way. . . it is my food source, or power source."

He turned his head to look back at the moon in the sky now. "You have no need to fear. After the feast you saw me have tonight, I have drained more than enough lives to last me a few weeks as well as possibly regenerate myself of any majorly inflicted bodily harm. My hunger is satisfied for tonight, and possibly a few more nights as well."

He turned his head back to the young man again. "And as for your name as well as yourself? It is not common I see another dark elemental creature, especially in this day and age when such an ability as the one you possess is considered. . . rare to say the least."

Vlad gave a rather intrigued glance at. . . Johnathan, was it?

"Very interesting choices of nicknames, Johnathan," Vlad said as he examined the boy. "But I am rather interested as to how. I can promise you unlike others in this day and age I would find your story to be rather interesting."

Vlad sat down on one of the air-conditioner pieces of hardware on the roof with one of his legs crossed over the other with his hands wrapped each other while propped on his knees. "Please, why don't you grab a seat and tell me your story. I would enjoy hearing this tale."

Either Vlad is being very polite. . . or he's not falling for Teos's trick.

Vlad just sat there watching Teos, pretty much paying attention to his facial features as he was telling this. . . story of his. He wasn't entirely convinced about the boy's story, but he wasn't going to raise any objection yet.

"Please, take your time, young Johnathan Harker. The night is still young, so you have all evening to tell your story if need be," Vlad replied to the boy.

Not like Teos could tell what Vlad was thinking. After all, it's hard to read any Psuederoid's facial expressions as. . . Psuederoids kinda have those metal faces of theirs.

Vlad looked down at the photo that Johnathan had thrown towards the vampiroid. Out of the corner of the building, a bat-shaped Mechanaloid had flown out and caught the photo in the air and brought it over to the Vampiroid. One would wonder where that bat came from, minus Vlad. After all, the bat was one of his own.

. . . He had decided to name that bat mechanaloid Johnathan as well, coincidentally. This totally isn't a reference to Kenny's old days as Shade Man on RU. Nope. Not at all.

He studied the photo for a moment.

"Very interesting chap. I believe I can assist your search of course," Vlad began. He chuckled a bit at the thought of being paid for his services. Obviously Teos has no clue who Vlad truly is.

Actually no one really does in truth.

"There is no need. I am in a very. . . financially stable position, but I do thank you for the offer," he said. "If you have any other information about this man. . . perhaps a name or possible locations he is frequently seen visiting. . . any personal information about this man may also be beneficial to my search as well, but if not I can still make due with this one photograph."