Sorin looked up from his latest victim, the warm blood dripping down his chin as a smirk found its way to his lips. His tongue came out and licked it away, as he turned to look down at his prey. Somehow those righteous types always tasted sweeter. The vampire Planeswalker cupped the she-elf's chin, staring into her lifeless eyes. He had been a little rougher than usual with the kill, something he did not usually do, but that damn Nissa had been getting on his nerves lately, trespassing into his territory. Sorin knew the easiest way to return the favor was to target her elves. Nissa was a proud warrior, and a cold woman, and though she did not show it, she cared deeply for her elves. So, knowing a battle between Planeswalkers was something Zendikar did not need, Sorin avoided direct confrontation with Nissa. Sorin did not care for her reasons, nor, in truth, did he really care at all. Power was something easily attained and something he obviously was not lacking. His centuries of life had told him that much. But she was growing persistent in her self-serving plans for her elven kin, and it was getting on his nerves.

Sorin followed his whims, whereas Nissa followed a greater plan, and when one of them brought him to Zendikar, something about the plane was appealing to him. He spent centuries in contentment, until that Nissa rose to power and, like him, discovered her Planeswalker spark. Sorin had met several Planeswalkers over his time, including the beautiful and deadly Liliana, a black magic user like himself. The meeting was short, however, as Sorin had other matters to attend to, and so he left as swiftly as he came. This next whim was telling him to leave Zendikar. But with the growing power of Nissa, he could not overlook his problems for very much longer. He was now the only one alive who knew of a ritual between himself and two others, but he assumed those others had long since died. Sorin was not bound by time. To him, it moved slowly, despite his urgency to get from one place to another, but now this elf had appeared. Elves also do not note the passage of time, and so Sorin knew it would be soon when Nissa would probably discover his dark secret of the plane she called her home.

The sangromancer stood up straight, to his full height. Adjusting the centuries-old sword that hung on his left hip, he looked around. The forest was dark, as it always was during the nighttime. But he, like the elves who lived here, could see in the dark as well as anyone could see in the day.

"Sorin Markov." A clear voice rang out behind him. It did not ask a question, it stated a fact. In response, Sorin turned around, his easy manner obvious in his movements. Before him stood a beautiful creature, more beautiful than any other creature, one that could easily rival Liliana's visible youth. Of course, elves had nearly eternal youth. A gift of their race, not of dark magic like his or Liliana's.

Sorin stared at Nissa, a slight smirk on his face, standing with an obvious confidence that was not necessarily overwhelming. Nissa was cold, and she was deadly. She did not mourn for the death of her elf. She vowed revenge, but she never would mourn. Finally, breaking the silence, Sorin bowed mockingly to his fellow Planeswalker.

"Nissa Revane," he said, his voice cool and detached. "I do apologize but I have somewhere to be just now." With that, he turned around, walking with an easy glide over the body of the elf.

"Your engagement can wait, for you and I will settle things now. Your vampires will pay for the lives they take of my elves."

Sorin turned his gaze to the elf, that smirk never leaving his face. "Come now, why make more enemies than you have to? Surely you are hard-pressed as it is." He turned to face her. "You of all people should know that only the strong survive. Weakness is not a luxury anyone in this plane can afford. You should also know that without the life of others, my own race will not survive."

"It is wrong to feed off of the undeserving," Nissa countered.

The male Planeswalker laughed. "You? You talking about right and wrong? Not something I expected. Besides, it is your kind who come uninvited into Guul Draz, knowing full well that to survive here means much more than survival in your forests. But nevertheless, I really do have a previous engagement."

Nissa was growing angry, though she did not show it outright. Instead, she let her magic be her response. In seconds she had summoned allies, a group of elven archers and swordsmen now surrounded Sorin. He looked around with a nonchalance that would unsettle most opponents. However, these were Nissa's chosen, elves that were not phased in the least by anything, not even a Planeswalker. In the blink of an eye, Sorin was gone, and an elf was down. Two more elves fell to Sorin's magic, and one virtually became his slave as he entered the elf's mind and took control. That elf now turned his bow on Nissa.

"Once again, I really must be going. Thank you for your time, it was quite amusing," Sorin said from behind Nissa, who spun around, slicing the air with her own weapon.

When Sorin had gone, Nissa looked around. The three elves that Sorin had attacked were not dead; but they were drained of their lifeforce, no doubt given to Sorin himself. Sorin was gone, most likely from Zendikar. Nissa narrowed her eyes. Perhaps this constant battle with Sorin's kind was indeed something best left alone.

Nissa was right in thinking Sorin was gone, away from Zendikar. In that instant he walked the Multiverse, finding the plane known as Bant. He had business to take care of, and it was here that he would probably find it. He sensed somewhere, following closely, a fellow Planeswalker, one who had begun hunting him for reasons unknown. Or, rather, unknown to Sorin. It was his meeting with Liliana that seemed to be the cause, and so the Planeswalker threw off his pursuit of the witch and now hunted the vampire. Sorin guessed Liliana struck some sort of deal with him. He needed to find an ally, and for reasons only known to Sorin, he wanted one who wielded the white magic.

At the same time Sorin arrived in Bant after his confrontation with Nissa, another Planeswalker was having just as much trouble with his own rival. Although they were in a completely different plane than Sorin, he could feel the fiery impulsiveness clashing constantly with the curious, calculating mind. He smirked, knowing something big was about to happen.

A/N:
Alright, so background on this story. I started playing Magic: The Gathering in September 2009 (about six weeks prior to writing this chapter). Obviously, I fell in love with the game and characters!

I have not read any of the books concerning them, though I have read a few of the comics online on the Magic website. I enjoyed it very much. Jace and Sorin are my forever favorites of all the Planeswalkers, Chandra and Nissa pulling up close seconds. I enjoyed the Jace/Chandra on the comic, so I decided to play off of that, and though I realize with the release of the new expansion there was an image of Sorin and Nissa fighting together. I did not, however, wish to change the story I had already started!

So here, is Planeschase, which mostly concerns Sorin, Jace, Chandra, and Nissa. Though Garruk and Liliana will probably make some appearances later on. I have absolutely no idea how this will turn out, but here's to trying!

Ah, I also wish to ask for some leniency! As I am still fairly new to Magic and do not have experience with anything prior to Zendikar (though I know much about Lorwyn and Shadowmoor, as I collect those most of anything) I am sure I will make mistakes in my places!