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Realms Converge	By : Candice Category: +G through L > Legacy of Kain Views: 3562 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Legacy of Kain, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.Don't get to Nosgoth itself til chap 5

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Alright people, new update, and yes quite quickly as well.

More edits done.

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Chapter Twelve: Missing Memories

I quietly grabbed a vial of blood from the 'kitchens' as I avoided doing anything more than offering a small nod to those within. I all but ran back to Kain's room and barely refrained from slamming the door behind me as I reached the relative safety of said room. I rubbed at my face, confused by the sudden attack of nerves. I then let out a heavy sigh as I dropped onto the bed within room and I let my wings sink back into the safety of my body. I brushed the feathers off of the bed and let out another sigh. No one here yet knew of my weakness, no one knew how to force my wings from me, but they certainly knew that my wings were a weak point when they were extended. As much as it was a relief to be able to leave them free, right now it felt far safer to leave them within me for the moment.

I opened and downed the blood within the vial swiftly. The magic cast upon the vial allowed it to hold far more blood within it than it seemed capable of holding. The vial I had just grabbed held roughly half a gallon of blood within, more than enough to assuage the edges of my hunger, though not enough to sate the hunger in full. Vorador had scolded me something fierce a few nights ago when he'd realized I had only been taking enough blood to get by. He had seen me grab a smaller vial that held only a half-pint of blood, the equivalent of someone grabbing a single piece of toast as breakfast instead of a good meal. I no longer needed to function on little to no food and he had made sure that I understood that he would always be a gracious host to those in his care, after which he grabbed the smaller vial from me and then shoved one of the larger vials into my hands with the expectation that I would polish it off.

Kain had been highly amused when he found me muttering to myself later that same night and had then proceeded to 'concede that Vorador had a point' regarding my spartan feeding habits. He'd then proceeded to rub salt in the proverbial wound by telling me that I was allowing what had been done to me control my current actions and feeding habits. I was no longer caged and should feed as I wished instead of squirreling away with the smallest amounts of sustenance. I'd then downed the entire vial Vorador had given me once Kain was out of sight. There had been a full gallon, or eight pints, of blood held within. Enough that it was more than likely that an enemy human had been drained dry to fill the vial that I had been given.

While it had felt good to be well fed, I still only grabbed the quarter or half-gallon vials when I felt hungry even now. I was not entirely comfortable grabbing more than that, not just yet anyway.

I set the empty vial on the night stand next to the bed and rubbed at the side of my head with a soft grumble of noise. I laid back on the bed and just glared at the ceiling for a long time as I tried to think past the headache that pounded away in my skull. I knew that I had forgotten to tell Kain and Vorador something, but for the life of me I couldn't remember what that 'something' was. For some reason, I could hardly recall what the 'Sarafan Lord' looked like at this point, save for his eyes and... and some kind of light around his chest?

Had my mind been messed with? I thought to myself with a low, angry growl as I closed my eyes.

The longer I thought about it, the more certain I became. Somehow my mind had been fucked with. I shuddered at the thought and drew the covers on the bed around my body with a soft groan. I was not at all happy with the prospect that something important seemed to be missing from my memory, that someone had messed with my mind. I... I needed to try to push past the pain in my skull and remember whatever it was that had been blocked from my memories. We needed that information, especially if it was somehow so important that the damned Sarafan brat messed with my head in order to protect himself.

Not only that, but what about Nikolai? I thought with a sudden and worried gasp of breath as my eyes shot back open.

The worry that filled me was mostly caused by the thought that Kain might not bother to send anyone to find him and get Nikolai to a healer. I was worried that the young man would die, when I had promised to try to get help for him.

I moved to try get up, to go back to where I had left Nikolai hidden and out of sight but my body fell back against the bed, too weary to function no matter what my desires were. I was drained; from the fighting, from my worries for Nikolai and from my increasing panic at forgetting something vital. I felt my eyes fall shut again even as I fought to stay awake. It felt like a heavy blanket had settled over my mind and I growled at the sensation as I tried once more to push myself out of the bed. In the end I fell onto my side with a groan as I drifted off into a dreamless sleep against my will.

It felt like only moments had passed before I jerked awake, barely able to breathe and laying on my back instead of my side. I coughed hoarsely whilst I tried to draw breath past the constricting feeling at my throat. My vision was heavily blurred and I found myself unable to focus clearly on anything for several worrying moments. Slowly, my sight began to clear from a haze of white and grey splotches and I could finally focus on what was around me. Kain stood with his body leaned over mine on the right side of the bed. His left arm led away from his body and... the line of it led down to my throat. I quickly realized that it was his hand that was the reason that I could not get much in the way of air into my lungs. Were it not for the iron grip around my throat, I would not have been able to tell that he was angry as his face was a mask of calm. I blinked rapidly and then twitched when I felt his angered Aura settle over me in a slow weight.

Well... fuck, I thought to myself in dazed confusion. Somehow I'd angered him. Shit, but I'm in trouble! Why though? Why was he angry at me?

I almost started to reach my hand up to grab at his wrist. I arrested the movement before my hand could do more then twitch and inch upwards as my instincts suddenly began to scream at me not to move a single muscle.

"What are you hiding from me, Little One?" he purred out as he leaned close enough that his nose almost brushed against my own. He took a slow breath and I twitched faintly as he took in my fear-filled scent.

"What are you talking about?" I asked worriedly.

At least, that is what I had meant to say, if I'd have had a decent amount air to say it with. What came out was more like 'Glug ack gah?' The look on my face must have been filled with enough confusion for even him to understand through his rage, or at least I hoped that was the case. Thankfully, he either understood my confused look or he figured that he could get no information out of me until I could breathe properly. He loosened his grip just enough to let a little more of the precious air that I, as a half-blood, still needed to survive. Once more he spoke and his voice was a tone that fell into that category of utter, deadly calmness that was reserved for times when he was truly pissed off.

Oh yay, lucky me, I thought again as I swallowed hard. The hell was going on?!

"You did not tell us everything when you made your report Little One," he growled out in a low voice as he pulled his head back. "What else happened at the Sarafan stronghold? What are you hiding from me? I warn you Little One, now is not the time to test my patience with you."

With that last comment, I felt a sharp point jab me suddenly right below the left side of my rib cage. I felt a hungry energy began to dance over my flesh, an energy that started to tug at my very soul. I realized with a very large and healthy surge of fear that it was the Soul Reaver itself that was currently pressed firmly into the skin below my ribs and angled in a way that made it plain that it was aimed for my heart. The arching energy that tugged against my soul made it plain that the sword was hungry.

Fuck, Shit and Damnation! I thought in a near panic as I held completely still.

I really hoped my luck would hold out and I couldn't help the small whimper that escaped me as the pull on my soul increased.

"Whimpering will not save you from my fury if you have betrayed me, Little One," Kain said with a small tilt of his head. "Only the full truth of what happened and what you recall might save you. Pray you do not disappoint me again. Now speak!"

Woof woof? came the wild thought that flooded my mind as I blinked up at him.

He raised a brow at me and I had to fight down a blush along with my panic at the odd look I was suddenly getting. No, no, bad girl, definitely not the right thing to say. I swallowed hard and tried to figure out what to say that wouldn't get me skewered on the Reaver. The full truth was that I could not remember what it was that I had forgotten, though I really wished I did.

Oh, hell, I thought to myself. He's going to either kill me or just be pissed with me, best to just get this over with.

"I-I'm not sure what... what happened..." I started hesitantly. I let out a heavy and shaky sigh as I tilted my head up to bare my throat out of instinct. "I went through the stronghold to that stupid 'gallery' in the building. I know that I watched the new 'Sarafan Lord' as he gave his speech, specifically so that I could describe him once I got back but, but I... I just can't seem to hold his image clearly in my mind right now. I keep trying to remember but I honestly can't! Other than his eyes I... I can just barely remember seeing a strange light at the level of his chest. I mean, I clearly remember going through the building, listening to his speech and then following him to find out where he stayed within the building so that I could report a layout of things. But when I try to recall what he looked like when I'd followed him... I can't remember exactly what he looks like anymore. I know there was something important, something he looked like or something he had...?"

I let my eyes fall shut. I felt worse than I had when I had fallen asleep. The headache was once more pounding away in my skull. I was likely as good as dead. I muttered softly as I tilted my head and bared my throat further in a supplicating gesture.

"I'm... fairly certain at this point that he fucked with my head somehow," I said. "I've been trying to remember, but I keep getting this splitting headache when I try to remember..."

I felt his claws tighten around my throat, a grip tight enough that it cut off my air supply once more. I winced as my body bucked slightly as a result of that tightened hold. I had to fight to lay limp beneath him and not struggle against him more than that one abortive movement. I had the distinct feeling that if I struggled any further than that, that I'd be in worse trouble than what I was already in. One does not struggle against a pissed off Kain if one is willingly 'under his rule', not when one was attempting remain alive and in his good graces. If you did, well, the most likely result was that you would get yourself killed. Fuck, but I'd gotten myself into a weird relationship. I heard Kain sniff once at the air and then his grip loosened, just a touch. The next thing I knew I had impacted against the far wall, having been thrown so hard and fast that I hadn't even realized that I'd been thrown until I had hit the blasted wall. I groaned softly, more a reactionary sound than a sound of actual pain, as I caught myself and prevented myself from slumping to the floor in a heap. I froze in fear when I felt the sharp tip of the Soul Reaver brush against my neck in a light, nicking caress that made me twitch as the small tug at my soul started up again.

"Perhaps you are nothing but a weak-minded fool then?" he asked in a dark and soft tone as he tilted his head and stared down at me with those cold blue-gold eyes of his.

Yeah, how to respond to this? I thought. Without getting myself killed for being a smart ass?

I decided to keep my mouth shut, though my gaze didn't move much from the Reaver. My eyes flashed upward briefly as I glared up at him through my hair but I looked away swiftly when he bared his fangs at me in warning.

It's not like I'm used to the magics of this world for fuck's sake, I thought to myself angrily. Not like I'm from another fucking realm or anything, right?

The Reaver was abruptly moved away from my throat. It was then sheathed against Kain's back in one smooth motion. I stayed completely still regardless of the fact that the blade was no longer at my neck as I did not want to let my guard down. I looked back up at him warily through my hair, uneasy with this sudden change in his mood when I hadn't said anything. I felt a small flash of surprise run through me. He had this... amused look in his eyes despite the anger that was still writ plain on his face. Shit, had I been inadvertently been Whispering my thoughts? That... would be embarrassing, if true. I wasn't used to communicating in such a fashion. I'd had no one to safely talk to using such a method of communication so I had no way to tell for certain if I had indeed been projecting my thoughts.

Kain turned his back on me suddenly and he moved swiftly over to the doorway. He paused with his hand on the handle of the door. He did not look back at me, but he spoke over his shoulder to me in a dark tone. His voice was as cold as ice.

"A group of Sarafan soldiers have recently been making themselves known as pests in the canyons. Go and eliminate them. Alone. Now," With that abrupt order, he left the room.

I stood there and stared at the door in complete shock. One, I was alive. Holy shit, but I was still alive? Two, he expected me to deal with what was possibly a large number of soldiers on my own?! Without any back up?! Now that I thought about it seriously, I had managed a couple large groups by myself and taken them out, but I had been badly wounded by the time each fight was finished. Great, so either I proved my worth or I got myself killed outright. He was testing me, I knew that he was testing me. He most likely wanted to see if I would obey him or try to make a run for it. I would not run. I hadn't betrayed him and I would prove it. Still, I sighed softly and rubbed at my face. A group of Sarafan in the canyons and I needed to kill them by myself. This sounds like so much fun...

Fuck, shit and damnation!

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