Cyprian Ari

Cyprian Ari was not a patient person. His posture and face proved it, and only made to further annoy the people around him. He had been waiting for over an hour, trying to get into the Savior's rooms. He was the one meant to teach him; and here stupid security personnel were holding him up.

"I'm sorry Sir, but we can't let you through until we know your complete background. To keep everyone in the building safe, you see." Cyprian snorted as he sensed incredible amounts of magic suddenly being used in the rooms in front of him.

"Guess that didn't work. Someone just tried to assassinate Savior." He said it blandly, with hardly any amount of emotion in his voice, but inside he was seething. He could have prevented this! He was supposed to come and collect the Savior while he was still asleep, not when he was awake! He searched; and quickly latched onto Aidrian's magical signature. A little dim; but otherwise fine; that was to be expected from someone that had just woken up from a bloody two-year coma. The guard in front of him paled dramatically, and whipped around, and began at a run to the doors, but someone beat him to it, slamming the doors into his face, literally. The guard slid down the wall, and the very alive face of Adrian Savior peeked out, and ran.

Cyprian lurched foreword, and Aidrian crashed into him; while Cyprian just seemed to bounce back, Aidrian hit the floor with a sickening crack that made Cyprian wince.

"Merlin save us all…you're awake." Cyprian breathed, and moved forward, attempting to help him up, but Aidrian had already jumped up into a classic defensive posture, his hand in the way of any possible attacks. He stumbled back slightly, and almost fell, but caught himself in time. Aidrian's eyes widened as he finally focused on the people standing in front of him; the emerald gaze finally landed on Cyprian, and they stayed there, seemingly fixed on him, until he finally turned, and ran. The elders had informed him that it wasn't good for the boy to run, it would quickly overexert his body and possibly endanger other areas, but just Cyprian stared back stupidly for a moment, until finally getting a hold on his senses; His charge was running away, elders be damned, they would kill him!

"Dammit all!" Cyprian ran as fast as he could, transforming into one of his more favorite of forms; the human snow leopard. His upper body was built much like that of a human's, fingers, biceps, thumbs, they were all in place just like a human, except that claws shot out at an alarming speed. His face took the form of a white snow leopard as he began running in faster, stronger strides than before. His clothes changed along with him; his pants transformed with a rip around his thighs, making the ripped cloth look like something Tarzan would wear; his shirt disappeared into his body, until only his deep blue cape remained, flapping behind him wildly.

He let out a warning growl, and surged forward on all four limbs. He spotted the black mop of hair running through the double back doors, and bounded after him. It was like a game really; chase or be chased. Frankly, Cyprian was chasing something that could faint any second, and that wasn't much fun, but since it was abnormal circumstances, it was perfect.

He dashed out into the street, scattering all the people on the road in different directions; his sniffed the air, and found the scent he was looking for.

Fresh blood mixed with the fresh forest scent of pine, a forest after a thunder shower; that was Aidrian's scent, the one he made himself become familiar in war two years before. He remembered fighting side by side with the young man, admiring him to the end.

It wasn't common for a vampire to admire or trust another, especially when they were human or a wizard. But Aidrian seemed to earn the respect of all that was around him, whether they are a friend or enemy; and he had undoubtedly earned Cyprian's. He could still remember his words perfectly;

"A war is a war, not matter how you look at it. You can choose to face it head on, or stray from it like a coward. I chose to face it; it is another's choice whether they wish to do the same. But I can tell you this…if you fight and you win, you will be respected forever, and if you fight and you lose, you will earn the respect just the same. If you run, you will be detested, scorned. Respect is something that you earn, not something you give or receive openly for doing nothing. Learn from it, fear it, and remember it."

Cyprian smiled as he remembered, he had done just that. He had not run, no, he had fought with Aidrian by his side faithfully. They had hardly known each other; but they had trained together, and had won together. Cyprian remembered how he felt when he was holding Aidrian's small body and he found out that he wasn't waking up. He felt like he had lost a friend, a very, very dear friend.

Come back to present, Cyprian, you have to catch him.

He followed the black head for over a quarter mile into town, never taking his eyes off of him. It wasn't until the darkness began to set that he realized that they were in a very bad side of town. He had to catch him now, no more playing around and following the leader. Aidrian turned into an alley, wobbling slightly, making Cyprian begin to worry even more.

He ran into the alley, and what met his eyes made his head spin.

"An Angel."

Sorry! Short chappy, I know! Bt can u guess who exactly Cyprian Ari truly is? Review with your guesses and ideas!

Oh! And I would absolutly love someone who can write songs to review, because if they are anygood, I would like to ask permission to use some of their songs in this story! I can write songs...but I'm better at writting stories. E-mail me with some of your songs, and I can garuntee that whoever wins will recieve full credit for their work.

Lovies From,

Angel