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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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Chapter Thirteen: Fuckin'... Hate... Spiders!

I decided to travel by foot to the canyons that Kain had ordered me to clear. I did not wish to be seen up in the skies if my Gift failed me due to my yet fatigued state. I was still tired and I knew by the placement of the moon that I had only been asleep for around an hour before Kain had woken me so abruptly. If I had to hazard a guess, he had wanted to confront me in such a state merely to ensure that I did not have the time to organize an elaborate lie. Not that I would have even had I had the time to do such a thing. I also did not take to the skies as I did not want to get shot down with a lucky strike by any Sarafan in the area wielding a bow.

I had grabbed a darker outfit from the small collection of clothes Kain had obtained for me to wear. For this impromptu mission, I had picked an outfit that was mostly dark browns and hid my pale-skinned figure so that it would be easier for me to travel at night through the canyons outside of Meridian. Black clothing actually stood out more than dark browns or dark blues. I also grabbed a cloak and a light set of leather chest armor.

The intent behind that last item was due to the fact that I intended to pass myself off as a random male traveler. Hopefully, I wouldn't have to worry about thieves quite as much. Being a non-vampiric female in Nosgoth could be a bad thing. Even with my vampiric nature, travelling without concealing my gender could cause me annoyances that I did not have the time for. I would be able to handle any thieves easily enough, but that would take time and keep me from my assigned task.

I paused for a moment and looked around the area carefully as I reached the paths that led to the canyons. The paths laid before me were all shaded in dark shadows that was difficult to pierce for even my enhanced sight. I scented the air with a few delicate sniffs and found that I could detect the faintest scent of fresh blood as well as the stagnant scent of old death on the wind. Both scents seemed to be coming from either of the paths laid out in front of me, so either direction would likely going to lead to trouble. I knew from having glanced at the maps that both ways would lead to the canyons that I needed to reach in order to deal with the 'pests' and yet... the left path would take me closer to where the Pillars stood, in a round about way at least and... the other path... well, I wasn't so sure about the path to my right. It likely broke off at some point with a route that led toward Provence. Probably...

I left out a faint sigh and then started to move down the left path that would take me close to the Pillars. Who knew? Maybe I'd have the time to see them. This was my first foray out of the city. I let my hand fall to the hilt of the sword at my waist as I started down the path, ready to draw it in an instant if I needed to. As I entered the beginnings of the canyons, cliff walls rising up around me like the impenetrable walls that they were, I began to hear a faint... chittering sound that echoed softly off the rock walls. I came to a halt once more and looked around warily as I eyed the shadows. The sound had been faint even to my ears, yet it had still sounded... close. Rocks fell to the ground to my right and I spun around to face the sound. My hand tightened on the hilt of my blade. I was ready to draw it if I needed to. Yet...

There was nothing there.

The chittering sounds grew louder though and started to echo strongly off the walls of the canyon. The echo made it difficult to pinpoint where the sound originated from. I bared my fangs with a growl of noise, the sound of a predator warning others away. The chittering stopped for only a moment before it resumed, louder than before. I drew my sword with my right hand and held it at the ready. I spun around and started down the path I'd chosen at a faster pace. I needed to get out of this ever-narrowing path and swiftly.

I came to an abrupt halt when something landed heavily in front of me.

"Fuuuuck! I forgot about the God's be damned spiders!" I yelped out reflexively as I stumbled back a few steps.

It was not one of those jumbo sized, Goliath bird-eating spiders. Fucker's that grew to be around a foot long back on Earth, Gaia. This was a spider big enough for me to ride the bloody thing like a fucking horse! I backed up another handful of steps as I realized that the chittering sounds that I had been hearing were originating from the spider in front of me and, from the sound of it, there were others moving to surround me.

Dammit all Kain! I thought to myself angrily. Couldn't you have told me about the canyons being infested with Giant spiders? I fucking hate spiders!

"How the fuck do these things get so big?" I hissed under my breath in a sarcastic tone. "Welcome to Nosgoth; home of the Pillars, Vampires and GIANT FUCKING SPIDERS. Please, do enjoy your stay! Fuck spiders!"

I suddenly had the distinct feeling that someone was laughing at me... the hell?

I shifted slowly and tried to look around the general area without taking my sight completely off of the spider in front of me. The blasted thing had started to edge closer toward me, its' front legs raised in a threatening gesture. I saw out of the corner of my eyes that there were several of the large spiders. They had started to ease down the walls of the canyon to surround me. I could count at least eleven of the bastards within my peripherals. That number did not include the random amount that could be behind me and completely out of my sight.

To quote a rather overused phrase in my realm; 'I have a bad feeling about this!'

I started to back up slowly while I attempted to be mindful of my footing. I did not want to trip on anything and leave myself open to an attack. The spider in front of me lunged forward suddenly and I slashed out horizontally with my sword in instinctive retaliation as I widened my stance in order to maintain my balance. I managed to cut off the creature's front two legs which caused it to let out an ear splitting screech. The creepy-as-fuck creature scurried backwards to safety. Another readily dropped down to take its' place.

"Oh, fucking hell," I muttered under my breath.

I heard a faint, sticky sounding 'plop' behind me. I went still for a moment and licked my lips before I started to move backwards again. I really could not risk taking my eyes off of the spider in front of me, especially as it was suddenly flanked by two others of equal, horrifying, size. I let out another warning growl as I backed up another step. I let out a startled shout as the ground beneath my right foot suddenly lurched upward. I landed hard on my back and let out a grunt of noise. I managed to contain another startled sound as I tried to move my foot and found the bottom of my boot was quite firmly stuck to a long strand of webbing. A brief bit of struggle only led to my foot getting more and more tangled in the webbing. That plopping sound that I had heard was the sound of a thick strand of webbing as it hit the canyon wall across from the spider that had spun it. The damned sticky thing made an effective tripping wire and trap since it was sticking quite stubbornly to my booted foot.

I slashed down at the webbing swiftly with my blade and just barely managed to cut myself free. I rolled to the side to avoid the slashing clawed limbs of several of the spiders as they advanced on me. Their chittering sounds had gotten louder and they moved almost as if they were confused. It was as if they weren't used to their prey being quite so fast. I glanced behind me and spotted a few more of the giant spiders as they moved toward me. I winced and fought down a whimper. I faced a total of at least twenty-seven spiders all in all. At least that was how many I could count that were now within my immediate line of sight.

Fuck, Shit and DAMNATION! I thought as I turned my fear into rage. This was nightmare material!

I let out an angry hiss of breath and yanked my cloak off. I threw it at the largest number of spiders in an effort to distract them. It worked, as they scuttled backwards to avoid the perceived threat. I quickly extended my wings out in order to startle the closest spiders behind me. That too worked and drove an additional number of the creatures back. I drew my wings close to my body in the next moment and then I slashed at one of the spiders on the wall. I hit its' leg and it fell off of the wall with a screech of pain. I leapt up and kicked off the canyon wall where the spider had just been in order to try to gain some needed room. The walls of the canyon at the lowest part was far too narrow a zone for me to be able to fly in though, so I had to kick off the other side of the canyon walls in order to leap higher. I did this several times and managed to reach a wide enough area that I was able to spread my wings in flight. I pumped my wings rapidly as I tried to get higher when several lines of webbing were suddenly shot up at me from multiple angles.

I let out a startled hiss and tried to twist out of the way of the webbing without loosing height. I was able to dodge most of the strands but I let out a yelp of pain when one of the strands hit and latched onto my left wing. The spider who had spun that particular strand of webbing yanked back hard. The tug wrenched my wing down at a painful angle that almost snapped the bone. The strand of spider-silk was used to bring me back down to the ground, hard. I hit the ground with a pained huff of breath. My wing was twisted at an odd angle beneath my body by the impact and once again I felt the pressure exerted on the wing near the breaking point. I managed to twist to the side and off of the limb just before the bone could snap. I let out a snarl of breath as I scrambled to avoid the spiders as they advanced on me. I had just started to regain my feet when I felt a sudden sharp pain in my right side and then another sharp pain in my left leg. I glanced back with a yelp of pain and then winced at the sight that met my eyes.

One of the spiders had bitten me, twice. Within moments I could feel the venom begin to spread through my system. This was no slow working venom either. It coursed through my system fast enough that barely seconds had passed before I realized that I could barely feel my body. I tried once more to get up, to escape the damned spiders, but all of my limbs felt heavy and leaden. I could just feel the pressure of spindly legs as one of them grabbed onto me and began to drag me off and out of sight of the road down a hidden crevasse. My wings fluttered weakly as I tried once more to pull away and that was the last movement I made before I sank into unconsciousness.

I woke up slowly to the sound of soft chittering and the rough feeling of multiple clawed limbs as they ran over my wings. I tried to move and found that I was bound to the ground on my stomach. There were thick, sticky strands of web wrapped tight around me and the cocoon of webbing kept me from moving any more than a half-inch in any direction. Yet... my wings were curiously unbound by the webbing, save for the remains of the strand that had been used to yank me from the sky.

Again I felt those clawed limbs play over my wings in curiously light touches that caused them to shudder and flare out in uncontrolled movements before they furled close to me again in a natural, resting position. I heard the scuttling sounds of the few spiders around me as they darted away from my body whenever my wings moved as a result of the prodding touches. It sounded like they were chittering in... surprise? My only guess was that these creatures had never seen a human or vampire with wings before. That or they were surprised that I was yet alive. That did beg the question of how intelligent the damned things were. It was equally likely that they were just inspecting their prey before eating, though I planned to escape before I became dinner. The venom that had been injected into me probably would have turned a human's insides into a goopy soup by now so that may have been the main reason that I was being poked and prodded instead of any actual intelligence.

I shifted my hands as quietly and carefully as I could as I attempted to move my claws so that they could cut into the webbing that held me pinned to the ground. I listened to the spiders as they began to advance upon me again after the latest, prodding touch. They started chittering again to each other, this time in a softer tone that I could just barely hear with my enhanced senses. I listened closely as I stilled myself and I realized that I could just barely hear the echoing sounds of a large group of men as they passed through the same path that I had taken. The Sarafan I was sent to kill most likely, that or some poor, and soon to be unlucky, travelers.

The chittering noises stopped all together as I heard the spiders scuttle off, intent to either catch more prey or to simply kill those who had just invaded their 'territory'. I took the chance to shift my body slowly and began to cut at my bindings in earnest with my sharp claws. I knew that if I struggled too much as I cut that I would only bind myself further within the webbing that held me down so I made sure to keep my movements careful and calculated. I shifted my head a bit and watched as the claws of my right hand began to cut through enough of the webbing to poke out and been sen. I could feel my left hand mirror the movements of my right and held my breath as I kept up the slow, cutting movements.

It was... difficult. I had to get the webbing to stretch in places just enough for me to shift my claws in order to continue freeing myself. What I found annoying was something that I could deal with once I had finally freed myself though. It would be rather difficult to get the blasted webbing out of my hair and off of my clothes. I paused briefly when I heard screams fill the air. The men that had recently passed by the area were now trapped by the spiders as I had been. I had very little time left to complete my escape from the sound of it. I managed to free myself and I looked around slowly as I got to my feet. I could tell that I was within a cave and I could just make out a secondary exit that I could reach through all the webbing.

I gave a low growl and started forward slowly, being mindful of where I stepped and where I was walking as I had no desire to trap myself in the webbing that trailed throughout the cave. I even had to draw my wings back into my body to keep them from getting trapped in the webbing. I let out another faint growl when I reached the exit as I found myself confronted by a single, younger looking, spider standing guard at the path that led to freedom.

I bared my fangs as I issued a low snarl and I moved forward swiftly. I used my claws to cut the young spider to ribbons. I dealt first with its' legs, then promptly rid it of its head. My actions left a bloody mess of a spider carcass before me and I let out a satisfied huff at the carnage I had wrought. As I left the cave, I tentatively licked at the blood on my claws and almost immediately spat out the blood when the taste registered. Turned out that spider blood had a very acidic taste, like grapefruit and motor oil mixed together. I knew the taste of motor oil as I had briefly helped a high-school friend out with his car and had gotten a mess of the shit sprayed into my face. Very, very gross tasting shit. Any spiders I ran across would find a very pissed off and extremely hungry vampire half-blood tearing through their ranks.

I glanced up at the sky and frowned as I tried to get an idea of how long I had been out of commission. By the position of the stars and the moon I'd been out of it for a half hour, if even that long. For a fleeting moment it felt as if I was being watched. I looked around the area anxiously as I ducked into the shadows next to the canyon wall. The sensation faded a several seconds later. I waited several moments after the sensation had faded and then continued on in order to try and find my targets.

I eased around the corners of the canyon slowly as I peeked around the edges of said corners as I moved. The deeper I got into the canyons, the more armored bodies I found laying in tangled heaps. The bodies lay torn open upon the ground, most with deep puncture wounds from massive fangs. The spiders must have stored enough food to last them for a long time, that or the Sarafan had put up enough of a fight to piss them the hell off. Spaced amongst the bodies of the humans were only a handful of spider carcasses. I raised a brow and moved around the last bend in the canyon. The walls dipped low and ended rather abruptly as the path led into a wooded area. I could see the last of the Sarafan, a small group of only four men. They were surrounded by dozens of spiders. I shuddered and then moved swiftly into the shadows of the trees in order to get past the fighting. I really, really hated spiders, especially after the debacle that I had just been through.

I was able to ease safely behind the trees, mindful to watch for any webbing that might trip me up. Safely hidden, I stayed low and watched as the Sarafan warriors were slowly picked off by the spiders one by one. The spiders remained in the area for only a little while after the last Sarafan was slain. They then moved back toward the caves they had claimed as their home. They did take a few of the bodies with them as they left. I shuddered as I turned and leaned my back against the tree that I had hidden behind and I let out a sigh of relief when I could no longer hear the scuttling of those far-too-many legs.

I climbed the tree that I had hidden behind and looked around the area to get an idea of where I was. I realized that I was only a few miles from the Pillars. I bit my lower lip then shrugged to myself. The last of the Sarafan were dead. I hadn't even had to get involved in the mess. Mind you, Kain had wanted me to deal with them myself, yet why should I interfere when nature decided to kill my intended prey? I did drop down and wander over to the corpses in order to insure that the lot of them were indeed dead. I nodded to myself when I heard not one human heart beat fill the air near me. I grabbed a quick bit of blood from the still warm bodies in order to regain some of my strength as I had been further drained whilst my body exerted plenty of needed energy in fighting off the spider's venom. At this point I, probably, had some spare time to myself. Kain had not given me a deadline. I had no expected time frame as to when I needed to be back. I... really wanted to check out the Pillars. Regardless of how long I was to be here, I wanted to see them at least once up close without anything or anyone else around to distract me. I stood as I licked my lips clean of blood and started down the path that led toward the Pillars.

The Pillars of Nosgoth. From a distance, one could only be left to imagine how majestic they had once looked when they had stood in their pure, undamaged glory. Even broken as they were now due to the events that led to Kain's eventual 'refusal of the sacrifice', even knowing the basics of the 'door, lock and key' that they really were when it came to the Hylden and the Elder Parasite, they still managed to have a powerful aura that surrounded them and permeated the air with a potent energy.

I moved toward the fallen Pillars, careful to duck around and behind the trees as I avoided the main road. I stopped for a moment and a small frown twisted my lips. I could hear soft chanting as it was carried on the wind. I shivered a bit as I could easily hear the malice buried within the chant, though I could not make out the words being said. As I moved closer toward the Pillars, I could make out a large group of people. The group was chanting softly and stood on the circular, stone base of the damaged Pillars. I knelt close to the base of a tree and leaned forward even as I tried to stay hidden in the shadows. I frowned as I tried to get a good view of what the hell was going on.

There were twenty people standing in a partial circle; ten on the left, ten on the right, with the Pillars themselves acting as the completion of the circle. In the center of the circle stood the new Sarafan Lord. His hands were outstretched and he looked to be holding some kind of object in his hands. His voice was the loudest of those who were chanting and the first voice that I could clearly hear as I neared the Pillars. It looked... like they were performing some kind of a ritual? The Sarafan Lord began to move toward a basin of some sort that had been placed directly in front of the Pillar of Balance.

I shifted and then started to move closer as I stayed as close to the shadows. My eyes narrowed on the object in his hands as I tried to figure out what it was, but my attention was suddenly grabbed instead by the stone he wore around his neck.

Of course! I thought with a soft hiss. That's what I forgot about! That strange stone!

The stone glowed bright as it pulsed rapidly. First the red half would flash, then the blue half. It looked... almost like a beating heart really. I looked once more to the object in the man's grasp and I had to bite back a startled sound. The thing held within his grasp was an actual heart. I looked from the heart, to the stone and then back and I realized that the two pulsed in time with each other. I shifted again and I drew the small blade from my boot as I watched warily. I no longer had my sword to use as a weapon so the smaller blade would have to do for the moment. Finally, after another few more moments of chanting, the lot fell silent. The Sarafan Lord's lone voice then filled the air with a thrum of wild power.

"Aterrucen yvalm a Pillars d' ssussun, Usstan lar ulu tau pholor nindol isto," he cried out. "A l' xukuth vlos d' elakar ogglinn, Usstan lar ulu tau lu' vee tau tlu duul'sso, L' Pillars t'larryo, l' mri'kul astu, Usstan lar ulu tau, kku vel'bol tau tlusher!"

The other humans picked up the chant again, louder than before as they repeated the very words the Sarafan Lord had just spoken. As he started to lower the somehow still beating heart into the basin, there was a bright flash of light from behind him near the center of the stone platform. I raised my hand slightly to hide my eyes from the bright light that all but ruined my night vision. I blinked rapidly as I looked back and realized that a portal had opened up. The portal was a bright, sickly swirl of green and black energies. If I had to take a wild guess, the son of a bitch was trying to free the Hylden!

"Not on my watch..." I muttered under my breath.

I raised the blade in my hand and threw it at one of the twenty humans in the circle. As my blade hit the one human in the back and cut off his chanting mid-word, there was another bright flare of energy from the portal. This one was far brighter than the original pulse of energy that had signaled the portal taking form, a flash of lightening that seared at the air. I had to blink my eyes rapidly in order to clear the sudden spots from my vision.

The portal pulsed wildly now that the flow of magic had been interrupted. Magic that was sent spiraling out of control due to my interference. The Sarafan Lord dropped the heart into the basin and started to shout angrily at the priests. His eyes were wide with fear as he stared at the portal as it started to shatter and split apart in the air.

There was yet another near-blinding flash of light as the portal shattered completely and I did my best to shield my eyes as I watched, ready to bolt in an instant if there was a need. I could barely make out the form of someone, no... two someone's, as they burst from the portal just as it collapsed. The two creatures seemed to be locked in close-quarter combat as they hit the ground. I couldn't quite make out who or what they were, my eye sight was still blurry because of that last flash of light. One seemed to have blades growing out of its arms, the other, had... wings!?

The priests had all broken into a panic when they saw the two figures fall through the portal. Even the Sarafan Lord seemed shocked at the sight of the winged figure. I started forward again, then froze when irises as black as ink, no longer pale blue, no longer merely rimmed in black, met my own gaze. The young Sarafan Lord had seen me yet instead of shouting out a warning, he simply held my gaze for a tense moment before he turned and fled back toward Meridian. He had left his priests to fend for themselves.

I turned my gaze back to the two fighting forms. The priests had either followed their leader's initiative and had fled or had been inadvertently drawn into the fight between the winged figure and the Hylden that were battling in front of the Pillars. Those unlucky priests were either killed as soon as they got in the way or thrown to the side to strike one of the Pillars or the trees nearby. I could clearly hear the sounds of breaking bones and winced in near-sympathy. The winged figure fought bravely, but I could tell that he was weakened from blood loss as he was steadily being pushed back by the Hylden warrior.

I gave a faint growl and jumped forward in order to try to help. I drew the small blade from my other boot and cut deep into the Hylden's shoulder from behind. The blow forced the creature away from the winged figure as the Hylden tried to focus its' attention on me. I knew that the Hylden could not be left to run loose. I smirked as I kept pressing forward, as I ducked below its' wild attacks and dodged to the side to keep from being skewered on its long, bladed arms. The creature fought in a wild pattern, but it was still a pattern I could follow and predict. Again I jumped back and to the side as I narrowly avoided a slash that would have removed my upper body from my lower. I let out a faint hiss and started to circle the creature as I waited for it to attack. When it finally attacked, it brought both bladed arms toward me as it tried to trap me in the middle of its' pincer attack. I leapt back and again narrowly missed the Hylden's faster than human strike.

I watched as it seemed to stumble, as if that last move had weakened it or left it winded. I leapt forward swiftly and knocked its' left blade arm to the side, earning a deep cut in my right arm in the process, before I shoved the blade up and into its chest as I dug and cut viciously in search of its' heart. It let out a piercing screech as it reached up to try to cut its' other blade into me before it suddenly went limp. The blade had found my intended target. It was a close call as the bladed arm hit my shoulder instead of my neck due to the creatures sudden loss of bodily control as it died.

I shoved the Hylden warrior off of the blade and flicked my tongue over the weapon out of curiosity. The Hylden's blood wasn't as bad as I thought it might be. It tasted faintly sour but it did hold an odd quality of sweetness to it or perhaps that was merely the heart blood.

I shook my head to clear my thoughts and then I looked around once more. The winged figure was on his hands and knees just in front of the Pillar of Death. He panted softly from exertion as he tried to recover from the long fight. I moved over to him and bent over as I held out my hand to him in an offer to help him up. Massive, bird-like wings fluttered gently as he shifted and I knew that he was eyeing at my hand warily.

He slowly reached out and grabbed my hand several tense moments later. I closed my hand around his taloned one and carefully yanked him back to his feet even as he pushed to stand up. He wobbled unsteadily as he regained his balance. His wings spread out briefly to help steady him even as he raised a taloned hand to cover and rub at his face. He lowered his hand a few moments later and looked at me with gratitude in his tired eyes. I felt my jaw drop open and I knew that I was staring. I'd had an idea of whom I might be saving, as who else would be in the Hylden realm, but that did nothing to quell the surprise I felt at meeting the male face to face.

The vampire I had just saved... was Janos Audron.

Translation of words

"Creatures bound at pillars of light, I call to thee on this night, By the heart blood of thy enemy, I call to thee and bid thee be free, The pillars broken, the lock undone, I call to thee, finish what thee begun!"

Please excuse but the only language that seemed 'evil' enough was the drow language so, to add another disclaimer, I don't own anything of the forgotten realms, translation was found at www grey-company org/Maerdyn/resources/translator/ put a period were the spaces are, I couldn't get the link up here any other way x.x

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