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Realms Converge	By : Candice Category: +G through L > Legacy of Kain Views: 3563 -:- 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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Recent edits done month of 04/2016

Chapter Fifteen: Budding friendships and Training woes

I moved down the halls at a brisk clip as I was eager to check in on Nikolai and see how he was doing. I picked up his scent and started to follow the fresh trail to the location that he had been moved to for treatment. I tracked his location down mostly on auto-pilot as my mind was yet spinning in circles due to everything that had happened over the last several of hours. The spiders, the Sarafan warriors, the Sarafan Lord and his crazy priests, the Hylden, Janos and the fact that Kain had actually sent someone to get Nikolai and bring the young man back to Sanctuary in order to get him much needed medical attention, such as it was in this world. Then again, Nosgoth had magic. They might well have some sort of healing magic for humans, right? I only knew about the blood vials and beakers that vampires used thanks to the games. The games had all been vampire centric and thus I was unsure what magics or health healing options might be available to the human portion of the Cabal when there were injuries.

I reached the room that Nikolai's scent led to and delicately pushed the door of the room open. I peeked inside discreetly. If Nikolai was currently asleep, I was not going to disturb his slumber and it would only take a brief, quiet moment to check on him and make sure his wounds had been tended to. I would probably go off and get some much needed rest myself afterwards.

I blinked in surprise when I opened the door part way and peeked within. A low hiss of annoyance filled the air and I took in the sight of a female vampire bent over a very beet-red Nikolai. His current scent finally registered to my senses, the tang of fear tinged his scent but it was mostly the bitter scent of discomfort that stood out strongest, and for good reason. The vampiress' in question had a hand pressed against him with her claws just starting to dig scratches into the bared portion of skin on his chest. All in all, the Vampiress looked very attractive. She was tall with most of the height due to long, toned legs. Her long auburn hair was pulled back in a ponytail tied back at the base of her neck. She was... buxom with a very curvaceous and full-figured form. She also wore an outfit could only be described as a 'dominatrix' outfit that showed off her assets rather... noticeably. Obviously, she was within the room for far more than just helping to change Nikolai's bandages which were wrapped around his chest and soaked with drying blood. I did my best to hide a small smile as I looked at Nikolai and I raised my brow at him.

"Busy Nikolai?" I asked as I tried to fight off the laughter that bubbled in my chest. "I can check in on you later if you'd like?"

"No!" he sat up abruptly and then winced in pain both due to his injury and the simple fact that the Vampiress' claws had suddenly dug just that little bit deeper into his chest at his abrupt movement. "I, uh... she was... I was..."

The vampiress let out a soft 'hmph' of sound before she pulled her hand back. She looked me over slowly. I squared my shoulders even as I ducked my chin down and narrowed my eyes on her. She felt older than I was, stronger, but I was not going to be pushed around if she wanted to start something. She let out a soft huff of noise as she broke eye contact and looked down at Nikolai with an almost disparaging expression before she started for the door.

"I was just leaving," she said to me with a soft sub-harmonic growl laced through her tone. As she passed me she muttered to me in a soft voice. "Human males are becoming more and more stubborn these days..."

The comment caused me to chuckle softly despite my continued wariness. I waited until she was gone and then started for the side of the bed that Nikolai was in. There were a handful of other, empty, beds and his own was closest to the door. I smiled gently at him before I sat down on the edge of the bed.

"You helped me Nikolai, when you stopped that arrow," I said to him. "I wanted to thank you for that."

"Why thank me?" he asked with a shrug. He winced at the movement and rubbed at the bandaged portion of his chest. "I owed you a debt, you know that."

"I know, I do know how seriously you seem to take your debts," I said as I shook my head and let out a soft laugh. "I still wanted to to say thank you. Not everyone holds so strongly to their word, their moral core."

He gave a soft chuckle and his lips curled into a small, teasing smirk. "I owe you again though."

"Why?" I asked with a raised brow.

"You had the vampires come to get me, to save me when you did not have to. You, too, are a person of your word," he said earnestly. Then he frowned and looked toward the door. "Though truly, if any other female vampire's are like that one, perhaps I might well reconsider the debt that I owe."

We both burst into amused laughter at that. I stood after I had calmed myself and picked up the clean bandages. I set them on the small table beside the bed before I turned back to Nikolai. He started to speak but I hushed him with a small wave of my hand and had him sit up as best he could. I slowly began to remove the blood-stained bandages and began to clean his wound with the alcohol in the room. It wasn't quite hydrogen peroxide, or rubbing alcohol, but by the smell of it, it was likely some of the strongest alcohol that Nosgoth could produce. The wound seemed to already be partially healed, which was a good sign. For it to look partially healed meant that magic had been used. I glanced around and saw a few odd looking bottles stored on one of the high wall shelves. An empty bottle lay on the table directly below the shelving. Were those healing potions? Weak ones perhaps considering the half-healed state of his wound? Maybe. I turned my attention back to my task and wrapped the clean bandages around his chest to cover the wound back up. I tucked the end of the bandage into place much as the previous one had been tucked. Nikolai had gone quite pale by the time I finished and had him lay back once more. I gave him a faint, apologetic smile as I gave his arm a gentle pat.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you," I said in a soft tone, "but those bandages had to be changed. I'll check up on you later to make sure you are not, um, shall we say, bothered?"

Nikolai nodded a bit in response to my words but did not actually say anything. His eyes fall shut a moment later, a grimace of pain writ clearly across his face. I sighed softly as I looked him over. His heart beat was a bit faster than what it should be. I listened close and then started to relax as both his heart and his breathing began to slow as he fell asleep. I did wish that I could do more to help him. The wound did look to be a clean one, but it was obvious by his continued pale expression that he had lost a lot of blood regardless of the half-healed state of his wound.

I had truly doubted that he would be able to survived the night when I had left him in the abandoned building. I hated the fact that this very brave young man, my... my new friend, might well still die if any infection had a chance to seep into his wound. I stood up quietly and left the room. I started toward Kain's room with my head down. I got lost in thought as I tried to figure out something that might help ease Nikolai's pain or help heal him faster, but I couldn't think of anything. I was unsure if he could have another of those vials on the shelf or if it was like medication back on Gaia where you did not want to take too much within a particular span of time. I'd have to ask one of the vampiric healers. I reached up to push my hair out of my face and then bumped face first into something that was suddenly in front of me. I let out a faint yip of noise at the impact and stumbled backwards a few steps. I looked up and blinked, then blushed. I'd run into Vorador and oh, how wonderful, Kain was right beside him and had an amused sneer on his lips.

"Careful of where you are walking Childe," Vorador said with no small amount of amusement laced in his voice.

"I... ah... excuse me, Vorador," I nodded my head to him then to Kain. "Kain."

I started to move around them and Vorador caught my arm firmly in his taloned hand before I could move more than a few steps. I half jumped at the abrupt contact and blinked first at his hand on my arm before I looked up at him with widened eyes. He had... a very peculiar look upon his face, as if he there was something he wanted to say that he didn't couldn't quite put to words.

"Childe... you not only found my Sire when my own magics had failed to derive a way to reclaim him from the Enemies realm... but you also prevented him from being killed at the hands of that same Enemy. I am... appreciative of your timely actions," he looked like he had bitten into a lemon by the time he finished speaking.

Before I had a chance to sputter out anything in response, he let go of my arm and swiftly turned around and stalked back down the hall in the opposite direction. This left me with my jaw dropped partially open in shock at the abruptness of the entire... well, we didn't have a conversation exactly, he'd just talked at me. Kain let out a soft, dark chuckle at my shocked state and I snapped my mouth shut. I looked at him with a small frown and tilted my head a bit. I'd have glared at him for finding amusement at my confused state, but I didn't want to push my luck with him. I shook my head a moment later and then glanced back at Vorador's retreating form. I looked back to Kain a few seconds later.

"Did he just say what amounts to a 'thank you'?" I asked in a wary tone.

Kain smirked a bit at my question even as he grabbed my upper arm. He started to steer me toward in the direction of his room once more.

"Yes Little One, I do believe he did. I also believe that it is time for you to get some rest now that you have visited your..." he sneered and bared one fang in near disgust,"...'friend' and seen that he is recovering."

"I am doing just fine, thank you," I said with a small, annoyed huff of breath.

It did not matter that I had intended to do just that, I would not be treated like a child who was up past their bed time. I tried to pull my arm free of his grasp with a low growl of frustration as I partially bared my fangs. I should have known better however. Here I was, tired and worn out, and Kain was fit as a bull and well fed to boot, his grip was like steel around my arm. He twisted me around as I struggled in his grasp and pushed me hard against the wall with an echoing thud of noise. I froze and my heart started to pound in my throat when he leaned forward and place his mouth right over my neck. His fangs became a sharp point of warning for a brief moment before he pulled back to speak in my ear. His spoke in a low voice that was dark and cold. His tone made plain that he desired no hint of argument from me.

"You will do as you are told, Little One," he rumbled. "I will let your 'walk' to the Pillars slide. It is true that I gave you no order to return immediately and even I was awed by the Pillars the first time I saw them in my youth, but from now on you will do as I say."

"I am not a pet!" I snarled out as I tried to pull free from him again.

I flinched as his grip tightened on my upper arm and stoppered a sound of pain. His teeth sank into the flesh of my neck. As he did not feed from me there was no pleasure within that bite, only the brief pain that was meant to be a punishment for my outburst, a warning bite that barely lasted more than a second and hardly drew any blood. He moved his head back so that he could meet my gaze and then grabbed my chin as he pushed against me to hold me pinned and still against the wall.

"That may be so Little One, but you are a young vampire. You seem to be no younger than a hundred years and no older than two hundred by the feel of your Aura," I felt a small flash of mental pain at the thought of how much time that I had lost. I had to push the emotional pain back down as he continued to speak in a low voice. "You know almost nothing of how to survive in a real world environ, that much is plain by having observed you since your arrival. You do well enough in close quarters with one on one battles but groups give you difficulty. I witnessed your little 'tussle' with the spiders, my Dear Katrina. Do they truly not get quite so big on your own world?"

His voice had dipped to a lower octave and his voice twisted to become mocking. I stared at him and knew that my eyes had widened with surprise at the knowledge that he had followed me. No wonder it had felt like someone had been laughing at me and watching me at the time. Well, that was an embarrassing realization.

"Do you expect to keep surviving on luck alone?" he shook his head suddenly. "At the moment, you still need further rest. Later on, after you are well rested, you will undergo training under my instruction or the instruction of someone of my choosing to improve your skills. Do not take this lightly either. This will be no simple game with wooden swords. You will learn to fight with claws, sword, club and anything else I deem you capable of using. If you are wounded you will continue to fight whilst the wound heals just as you would have to on the battlefield. If you pass out due to blood-loss due to said wounds then you will be fed and we will continue until I or your trainer at the time says that you are done for the day. Is that understood Little One?"

I nodded wordlessly and had the sudden thought that Kain would have been hell on any army recruits on my world. I'd even wager that he'd sic tigers or worse on them!

"Good. You wish to be worthy, Little One? To fight alongside me as an equal? Then you will have to earn that right and prove not only that you have the skills to survive on your own but an unwavering loyalty as well. You have done well so far given your past, however," his voice dropped to a low, whispering growl, "I'm sure that you know what will happen to you if you betray me."

I nodded again without saying anything and lowered my gaze as I bit at my lower lip. For some reason I was both scared half out of my mind and... strangely excited. My blasted vampiric instincts were pleased, there was no doubt of that. His words also made it plain that I was not to be coddled and treated like a broken winged creature that needed to be kept safe. I would have the chance and the time to grow stronger. The knowledge that he was willing to treat me as an equal once I had proven my strength made me strangely happy as well. I frowned as I suddenly thought of something and then let out a small sigh as I raised my gaze to meet his.

"There are some things I will not do Kain," I said softly yet firmly.

His grip tightened on my chin and I knew I needed to tread carefully with my words.

"Oh, truly?" he asked in a low voice. "And what is it that you would not do, Little one?"

I shifted a little bit at the pain along my jaw but I kept my gaze on his. I would not back down when it came to my morals. I had been forced to give up a number of things over the years; any sense of privacy, oft times my sense of dignity and decorum due to the times that I was left without clothing and unable to maintain even a modicum of cleanliness, but some things I had clung to stubbornly.

"I am not a murderer. I will kill if I have to, but it's one thing to kill enemy soldiers or someone trying to kill you and quite another thing to attack civilians without rhyme or reason. I will not kill children and I will not kill innocents that are not attacking me outright. Even then, I'd likely knock someone out if I could, especially if they were simply attacking out of mindless fear and not a true intent to do me harm. I especially do not condone torturing people for fun given what I have been through nor do I condone rape," I shuddered faintly as memories of my time in Auron's hell hole tried to push to the forefront of my mind. I shoved the memories back down forcefully and continued with a strained voice. "If you allow others to do such things than I can tell you now Kain... I'm out. I'll leave and do what I can to survive on my own. That or you can just kill me now. Those are the things I do not, cannot, tolerate."

I held my breath once I finished speaking. My entire body was vibrating with a fine trembling because of my sudden nerves. Kain's eyes had slowly hardened to cold glass the longer I spoke and his grip had tightened just a touch more. He abruptly burst into dark, cold seeming laughter that send further shivers down my spine. I eyed him warily as he laughed and fought not to fidget in his grasp. Finally he stopped laughing and met my gaze once more as a satisfied smirk curled his lips.

"I will say this my Little One; you press your luck as much as you can and somehow each time Lady Luck continues to keep her gentler smile upon you," he leaned in close to me and stopped with his lips hovering just above mine. "Torture is something used to glean information from captured enemies. I do not find it to be an amusing game as some would, such as Vorador and his Bride's who oft use some torments as a route to dark pleasures. It is merely a necessity that is sometimes needed. As for rape, where one party has no true desire for the attentions of the other, where there was no agreed upon rules for little games of role-play in the bedroom? I do not tolerate it. My warriors must be focused upon the hunt ahead or upon the immediate destruction of mine enemies. The foolish few that I have caught committing such acts? I killed myself for leaving themselves open to death or capture so unwisely all to slake their detestable cravings. I do attack the villages that are known to house the Sarafan amongst their guard force. Any who get in the way of the Sarafan's deaths will also die, but the families? The men, women and children which simply stay hidden to avoid the fighting? They are not an issue for me. I do not find it... sporting... to kill women, the infirm or children who cannot defend themselves. If one does not challenge me, then one may continue to live under my rule. I may be known as a Tyrant, but I am no Nemesis that destroys everything before him in mindless, wanton destruction. Does that reassure you, my Little One?"

He said the last as the sneer on his lips turned cold. I nodded slowly at his words and relaxed a hair. I cautiously tried to pull my chin free of his grasp. He let me go after a moment and then grabbed my shoulder as he pulled me away from the wall. He turned me toward his room once more.

"Now. Go and rest," his tone brokered no further argument. "You will be busy enough later on."

I watched him turn and walk away. Kain had always been known for his speeches, that had not even been his longest one, but it was perhaps one of the more honest ones. His viewpoint plainly drawn for me regarding my own concerns. I shivered a bit, glad to know where he stood on issues I had been hesitant, almost fearful, to bring up with him considering my being new to Nosgoth. I moved on toward his room. I suddenly felt far more exhausted than I had been when I had first returned after having carried Janos. I ducked into his room, closed the door and then collapsed onto the bed after having tugged off my boots. I hoped that I would be able to sleep a nice long time before I had to start this 'training' Kain had planned for me. I knew he would likely make 'boot camp' look like heaven.

I do have to say this about Kain, he was nice enough to allow me get a full day of sleep before he started me on whatever training regimen he had planned for me. When I finally woke up it was well into the next night, roughly around eight or nine o'clock from what my internal clock told me. There were new clothes for me lain out on the foot of the bed. My old ones had been pretty much shredded because of the fights the night before. This new outfit was designed much like a black body suit. Thankfully the back of it opened up so that, if I needed to, I would be able to extend my wings readily. My short sword, which I had thought lost because of the spiders, lay in a new sheath that fit quite comfortably once I managed to figure out how to put it on. I'd actually stopped to look at it for a few moments, both surprised that Kain had retrieved it for me and confused with the new sheath.

The sheath that I had been using connected the blade to a belt wrapped around my waist. This sheath was angled along my back, placed directly along my spine so that it wouldn't inhibit my wings. Two belts ran from near the top of the sheath over my shoulders and then another belt ran from near the bottom half of the sheath just under my ribs. The top two belts then connected to the one around my lower chest. It was definitely an awkward way to draw a blade but the sheath itself did move when I shifted my body, so I was able to draw it freely from over either shoulder. I spent a few moments testing the range of motion the sheath allowed for both with my wings put away and with them out. I withdrew my wings once I was done, a small mess of feathers were left where I had been standing. I let out a mostly satisfied hum under my breath as I started for the door. The motions seemed like they would be smooth enough once I got used to the angle.

I slipped from the room silently. I felt a bit hungry, but not for blood. There were several humans amongst the Cabal that found their homes within Sanctuary itself, whether it was due to them loosing their homes because of the Sarafan or because one of the vampires had taken a liking to a particular human. Due to this, there was a medium-sized kitchen set aside just for the humans so that they could have fresh food. It had been a while since I had enjoyed any kind of human food myself, I had been stuck with a diet of only blood. While I was certain that I didn't need to eat human food any more, I wanted to find out if I could actually stomach it at this point or not.

I found the human kitchen and saw that it currently had six humans sitting together at one table, eating and drinking together jovially, and the one cook a vampire who continued to enjoy cooking even with the risk plain water posed to him. The meal tonight was a simple soup with bread and cheese to go with it. I could not tell right away what kind of soup it was but I went over to grab a small bowl anyway. My actions earned me a shocked look from every human in the room but the vampire male just flashed me a kindly smile and readied a small bowl for me as I had requested, likely aware of my dual nature because of either Kain or Vorador having mentioned something to him.

"Bread and cheese to go with the soup?" the cook asked in a gentle tone.

"Ah, no," I shook my head. I took the bowl of soup and the spoon as he handed them to me. "Not tonight. Thank you though."

"Of course. Now it might be a bit bland tonight," he warned with a small smile. "I'm out of a few spices."

"T-thank you again," I said as I nodded my head to him. "I'm sure it will be wonderful regardless."

His grin widened, though not enough to bare fang, and I blushed a bit. I moved over to an isolated table in the shadows as I tried to avoid the stares of the humans and I ignored their sudden mutterings about me. The cook wandered over to the group and started up a conversation that distracted the lot from me and I relaxed.

I picked up the spoon I'd been given and dipped it into the soup. I blew a cooling breath over it and then took a slow sip. The soup had been made with some kind of fowl, maybe chicken. I rolled it over my tongue for a moment, just wanting to savoir the taste, before I swallowed and let out a contented sigh. It was a bit bland as the cook had warned, not fully seasoned but what can you expect when your spice rack is missing a few key things to bring some 'oomph' to your dish. Regardless of that, the soup was delicious and while, yes, it held no candle to blood, it was nice to have some variety in what I ate. Human food was something I had enjoyed and had dearly missed over the years.

I ate slowly just in case my body got upset with me and I thought about everything that had happened to me. I had been forcing down the memories about Auron and the tortures he inflicted since my arrival here. Most of the time it all seemed dim and distant even though I hadn't been on Nosgoth for more than a month. I did not know for certain if it was simply that my mind was trying to protect me from the past or if it was simply the hardiness of my vampiric nature. What I did know, was that I already preferred it here, in Nosgoth, than being back on Earth, my Gaia as I had always called her even in my youth. I had always liked the old Greek name for my world over 'Earth' or 'Terra'. I did not know how things would turn out here, but I had decided that I would live in the moment and enjoy the new freedoms I had available to me.

I know, I know, Kain was a bit bossy, well, really bossy when you got down to the bare bones of it, but at least I could do things freely now. I was allowed to truly use my wings, even if I was a bit klutzy while flying. Kain had done nothing to harm my wings and while we'd had a few small issues so far, those had made sense at the least. I could even let the whole thing with the Reaver go as he had most likely thought that I had been hiding something from him purposefully. I had even been able to start scouting for the Cabal within barely three weeks of my arrival and bring back information that was important to everyone's survival in this Sarafan ruled city. I felt useful, and more importantly safe, in a way that I hadn't for years.

As my thoughts wandered, I wondered again if Janos would be willing to teach me how to properly fly once he was all healed up. Though I had to admit I really needed help in learning how to land more than anything else. I still misjudged the landing distances and my own speed enough to stumble each time I reached the ground.

I finished the last of my soup and leaned back with a contented sigh as I set the spook aside. I stretched my arms upwards and back and abruptly hit something with my hands. I jumped and turned quickly to apologize to the person I had hit and had to bite down a groan. It was Kain, arms crossed and a look of blank indifference on his face, though I was sure that I saw a hint of a smirk cross his lips for a moment. I let out a faint sigh.

"Training starts now?" I asked.

Kain nodded and this time anger flashed briefly in his eyes. "Indeed. It was supposed to start near to a half hour ago, Little One."

"What?! You didn't tell me!" I yelped as I stood up swiftly.

He growled softly and held out a piece of paper to me. "Do not deny that I told you, Little One."

I took the note and opened it up, then blushed brightly. The letters were in Nosgothian text which I knew was based upon Gaia's Futhark runes. I didn't know how to read this writing! I looked up at him and saw that he was turning around.

"Let us go," he said.

"Um. . . Kain?" I asked softly.

I did not want to be overheard by the humans in the room, now thirteen in total. There was nothing I would be able to do about the cook overhearing me.

He paused and looked at me over his shoulder. "What?"

My voice lowered even more.

"I'm sorry. One; I didn't see the note and that was my fault for not looking," I rushed on before he could snap at me about being inattentive. "Two; even had I found the note... I don't know how to read this writing. I mean, it was used in my realm a long damn time ago. It's considered a dead language now and only dedicated scholars know how to read and write it. I can read in write in what I know to be English but... I have no idea if your world even has the written script that I'm used to."

I watched as he stiffened and heard him let out a cross between a grunt and a sigh as he reached up to rub the bridge of his nose. He dropped his hand and turned back around to walk over to me. I looked down at the note again, then back up at him. I knew that I was still blushing brightly and I really hoped that he could tell that I was being honest with him. I mean, who reads or writes in using Futhark runes on Gaia any more outside of people who do it as a hobby or scholars? Admittedly, I had looked up a website before everything happened with Auron to try to find out what the symbols on the graves meant in the game when I had played it, but I hadn't gone as far as learning enough to be literate in the language! Kain let out another faint sound of annoyance as he plucked the note from my hands delicately with his claws.

"Very well then," he said with a huff. "After your training each day I expect you to go to Vorador to learn the written languages of this world. Perhaps we will also find out if any of our scripts match the one you know from your home."

I let out a relieved sigh. "Thank you."

"Hn," he shook his head faintly. "Now come along."

He turned back around and started for the door once more. I hurried after him without a word, glad that he no longer seemed upset. We went deeper into the underground of Sanctuary and stopped within a very large circular room that could have fit a hundred people within it easily. It was old and there were many scratch marks from claws and swords alike painting the rotunda wall. One portion of the wall had various weapons that were hung in place by hooks. Kain moved forward and stopped once he had reached the center of the room. I looked at him with a raised brow, to the rack of weapons and then back. He nodded approvingly at my silent question and then indicated the blade sheathed at my back.

"You are to use that weapon at the moment," he said. "Draw it."

I nodded and, clumsily, drew the blade. Definitely still a weird angle despite how the sheath shifted with my movements and my little bit of practice with it earlier.

"You will get use to it," he said as he noted my unease. "You will also get used to several other types of weapons, their positions upon you when not in use and how to draw them swiftly when you have a need."

"So... who is to be my sparring partner?" I asked as I glanced around. There was no one in the room other than myself and Kain...

Aaaaand I had a really, really bad feeling all of a sudden.

Kain lips curled into a cold smirk at my obvious unease. "Me."

Fuck, shit and damnation!

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