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Disclaimer: Legacy of Kain belongs to Edios
and Crystal
dynamics, they are not me. I am making �0.00 out of this fic, it is written
purely because I have a burning need to create.

Warning: it has to be said . . . . This
fic contains YAOI (GuyXGuy), blood
play and a lemon, if this offends or upsets you do not read this, it�s that
simple. Please also note it contains Possible
Defiance
references.

If you choose to avoid any of these things the back button is right
there for your use and I hope you find what you are looking for. By continuing
and reading you are acknowledging the above information and accepting it.

Pairing: Vorador/Kain. Yaoi elements but little
emotion, maybe a hint of Vorador/Janos

Rating: NC-17

Part: One of five maybe more.

Set: Pre Blood omen two, why oh why can�t I get
out of this time frame *cry�s pitifully*

Authoress note: A completely stand alone fic,
not related to any of my others. I wanted to try something a little different
but I think this is turning out very similar to all my others . . . bother. But
I just really wanted to write it.

Dedications: As always this is dedicated to my wonderful
beta reader, Odeena skywalker who
without, this would be unreadable for most. Also to Eiko the werewolf for sharing my insane moments and my bizarre mood
swings and not freaking out and for passing her driving test, I�m so
proud.

For all my
reviewers, who without I would have surely given up a long time
ago.

The Devine Image

Cruelty has a human heart
And Jealousy a human face
Terror the human form divine
And secrecy the human dress

The
Devine image. William Blake. Songs of experience

Chapter One

Fashion is something the rich buy on a whim. Style
however, style is what I was born with.

Vorador � The divine Image

{Vorador}

He
was dreaming.

He
knew he was dreaming but he didn�t care. It was the first time in a long, long
almost uncountable amount of time that he�d seen the sun without the green smog
from meridian to block it. Strange that a vampire would silently rejoice at
seeing the sun, the air here was clean and colourless, not at all like the
putrid green air of Meridian.

The
sky was a beautiful summer, mid afternoon blue, a cornflower blue. Vorador
laughed to himself he was turning quiet poetic in his old age, next thing he�d
be dancing around with bells. The grass sprung up from the earth in a
triumphant flurry of clean summer green, completely different to the dirty acid
green of the city. He waded through the knee length grass watching it wave in
the warm breeze, making his way towards one of the great boulders that littered
the hillside like great stone guardians.

He
was in Eden.

A
golden feather fell slowly to the grass in front of him causing him to glance
up at the sky and let out a whoop of pure innocent joy. The sky was full of
people, great winged people, not all vampires, while some sported the trademark
claws and fangs and others the cobalt blue skin many were just human. Beautiful
winged humans, golden wings beating gently in the breeze causing feathers to
rain down from the sky. He wanted to join them, a deep primal longing, a
yearning not to be left on the lush grass alone, he wanted to fly. Two of the
young winged humans ghosted down to him, bare feet brushing over the long
grass, they were silent, simply smiling and gesturing for him to follow as they
flew slowly back up to the others and continued a nameless game.

But
he had no wings.

His
wingless state did not deter him, he grinned and simply leapt, hoping to find
himself rising with them but found himself sprawled on the hillside half hidden
in the grass. Standing Vorador dusted himself down and clambered up one of the
great stone guardians of the hillside and leapt from the peak, again he failed
and found himself once more sprawled in the grass. A winged child landed
silently next to him and giggled, but no sound escaped her mouth, he looked to
her begging but she silently laughed and rose to join her brothers leaving him
alone on the hillside.

After
an eternity of trying to join the beautiful ones in the sky he gave up, he was held
fast to the ground tied by invisible lead weights and it broke his heart. Loneliness
ate at him and it tormented him to have so many so close and to be completely
ignored and isolated, he wept feeling as if everyone he had ever known had
abandoned him. He sat on a stone guardian weeping clear diamond tears,
different to the usual blood filled rubies that rarely feel from his eyes. He
was weeping when a shadow fell over him. He heard the other sit next to him and
he glanced to them and froze. His eyes were drawn instantly to the others back;
bloody, broken stumps still littered with a few feathers were all that remained
of what must have been great white wings.

Kain
looked at him and smirked but it was clearly forced, golden eyes held no
emotion. Vorador slowly blinked again and frowned, the anger, sadness and
weight Kain always seemed to carry was completely gone, now he seemed . . .
hollow and empty. The ivory skinned fledgling pulled his legs up to his chest
and wrapped his arms around them resting his chin on his knees and looked at
Vorador. Vorador swallowed, the broken look in his eyes was frightening, he
reminded Vorador of religious fanatics, the kind of people who will sit and let
themselves be killed because they believe its better than this.

�You
look like the world has ended� Kain spoke softly his voice completely flat of
emotion, broken, dead eyes looking back to the sky. Vorador shuddered feeling
cold all of a sudden, something was wrong, something was very wrong.

�You
look like you went through the wars yourself� Vorador managed his throat trying
to close up as a wave of indescribable sadness raced through his veins like ice.
The younger vampire looked back at him and forced another wobbly smirk, his
hands were violently trembling. Vorador frowned, he�d seen this reaction in a
few of his victims before, the ones he tortured, the strong ones he�d broken
apart a piece at a time. It was the same reactions fathers usually had when he
had invaded homes they tried to appear strong for their family but inside they
were screaming.

Kain
looked away again and stood up, offering a trembling hand to Vorador who took
it after a moment.

�They
grow back� Kain spoke carefully now as if trying not to offend, he glanced at
his ruined wings �but every time they do, they tear them off� he looked up to
the sky full of laughing creatures, �they hate me� he hissed, fear in his eyes
evident.

Vorador
blinked, a little confused and stood next to the fledgling vampire placing an
emerald cloven claw on his shoulder, Kain turned to look at him broken golden
eyes looking through him rather than at him. It was like his soul was gone.

What
had happened to him?

Without
knowing why Vorador tugged at the younger vampire pulling the two together in a
rare show of desperate affection, one arm wrapped around the fledglings
shoulders avoiding the bloody stumps of wings and other wrapped around his
waist. Vorador sighed when he felt a more violent shudder run through the
other, a little of the ice slipped away. Vorador drew back after a moment.
Kain�s eyes flickered, carefully placed mask slipping away, blind panic and
fear filled him, Vorador leaned forwards but the
fledgling backed away sharply a desperate quiet sound escaped him

�What�s going on!� Vorador snapped �what�s wrong with you!�

�I . . . I don�t know. I don�t know� Kain murmured, his voice breaking,
betraying his panic. "I'm so cold. I hate this place. I really, really
hate this place.�

Vorador was taken back by the open fear in the others voice, this
place was beautiful, full of life, light and colour, it did not warrant the
state of fear the fledgling was obviously in, Kain drew away from him shaking
violently as if he was in shock. He slowly knelt down on the rock curling in on
himself again, like a child.

�I�m not afraid� Kain whispered to himself �I am not afraid. I am
not afraid. I just really don�t want to be here. I really, really, really don�t
want to be here . . .�

Vorador swallowed loudly he had no idea what to do; he�d never
tried to take terror away he�d always been the one to cause it. But to his
relief the fledgling�s mindless mumbling stopped suddenly as Kain�s control
resurfaced and Vorador was greeted by the barley held together gaze again as
Kain stood up. It was like some one had just flicked a switch inside of him, he
hated to admit it but he was relieved. The emptiness was better than his blind
panic, Vorador had never witnessed Kain showing fear before and it had made his
stomach turn horribly.

�It�s coming you know� Kain said looking to the sky again �he
knows we�re here and its coming� Vorador looked at the fledgling confused, Kain
pointed at the sky, the blue was fading quickly as red overtook it, Vorador
jerked as Kain grabbed his hand and dragged him down off the stone guardian and
pulled him underneath it.

Vorador looked back up to the sky, winged creatures were fleeing
but some were caught, held by invisible threads, bound and unable to fly away.
They screamed, Vorador frowned trying to see why they were screaming but hands gripped his head
and forced him to look away

�Don�t
watch� Kain hissed �it�ll catch you if you watch�

�What
is it?� Vorador asked horrified trying to drown out the screams which were
becoming louder and more strained every second, Kain pulled away shaking �what
are you doing here!� Vorador snapped, grouping clumsily for Kain�s hands,
reaching he found them, Kain�s eyes were closed tightly and he was shaking
violently again whispering as blood tears leaked from the corners of his eyes

�I
am not afraid, I just want to wake up, I am not afraid I just really, really,
really want to wake up, wake up, why can�t I wake up�

* * *

Night
dawns and with it the vampire grows stronger.

Or
at least that�s what is supposed to happen, Vorador opened his eyes in the dank
underground lair of the Cabal, gasping for unneeded air, he felt sick. As his
eyes slowly focused on the room around him his fear started to melt a little
and calm returned. He hated that dream. He sat up his head spinning and felt
weak. By vampire standards he was still strong yet by his owns standards he was
weak, weaker than he had been ever before.

He
would have to go out tonight, out to hunt. He hissed quietly at the idea and
rolled over on the creaky, musty bed, he hated going into the city, he hated
skulking through the shadows like some rat, he hated the fact he was surrounded
by humans so pathetic that they were barley humans any more, the term �mindless
cattle� suited them better than ever.

He
would catch one tonight and tap into their life�s blood which always tasted so
bitter in Meridian,
the chemicals the human had absorbed, the pollution in the air that was slowly
poising them made their blood taste like acid.

He
groaned into his pillow, waking up wasn�t always as depressing as this, he used
to enjoy it. Waking up in a soft warm bed in a richly decorated and dry room,
lying next to blue skin with the smell of black feathers curling around him,
he�d always loved the smell of feathers and as such when the blue skin left he
had always kept birds. Later waking next to a variety of fledglings brought in
to try and quell his loneliness at the loss of blue flesh and finally next to
pure white skin that seemed to be carved from marble or maybe the Luna herself
and the smell of the rain curling about him, pail skin had always smelt like
the rain.

Now
he woke alone, in a dank dull room, in a musty bed with worn sheets.

�Oh
luxury� his inner and rather sarcastic child murmured.

He
wasn�t sure which was worse, the fact he was alone, the fact the room was dank,
or the fact it was in Meridian.
He cursed quietly into his pillow, why had he ever agreed to come here, why had
he listened to him, why had he agreed to wage war, why had he done it, he had
lost everything he had held close.

He
groaned and forced himself to sit up, shaking off the last shreds of his
nightmare, he knew it was just a dream, brought on by his own depressed state
yet he couldn�t deny how real it was and when he woke the room always smelled
of rain.

He
sighed sliding from the bed and wandering over to a half rotten chair that held
his clothing. While dressing he listened to the sounds of the fledgling�s
around him waking up. He remembered when the sounds of fledglings was near
deafening there were that many of them, how the mansion would be a sensual
feast, hundreds of different sounds, different scents, different people all
saying different things, now they were lucky to have eight at any one time.

When
one would die he used to make three or four more to replace them now he was
lucky if he could create one, so low was his strength. Dressed in what passed
for finery under these circumstances he huffed, he didn�t need finery, fashion
was what the rich bought on a whim, but style, style was what he was born with.
Style or no, just because he didn�t nee finery that didn�t stop him from
wanting it. He smirked bitterly and moved
from his small, bare room into the main chamber of the sanctuary.

Ready
to face another day.

End of chapter
one

Authoress Note: short chapter to start
with, I hope it was up to par.
I have absolutely no idea where the
idea for this fic came from probably the left corner of my brain, I haven�t
looked in that part for a while.

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