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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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Edits done 04/2016

Chapter Sixteen: Angel's sorrow

I clenched my sword tighter within my grasp and fought not to show my sudden nervousness. It hardly helped that my hands had alright started to get clammy at the mere realization that I was about to spar with Kain. Out of everyone within Sanctuary I was to fight Kain first? I had hoped to be trained by someone else to start with, as I knew Kain was not going to take it easy on me in the slightest. The only thing I could think of was that he wanted to get a proper baseline of my abilities.

This... is going to hurt isn't it? I thought to myself.

Kain smirked and started to circle me slowly as his eyes narrowed upon my form. I shifted a bit and started to move as well as I tried to keep him in front of me instinctively. I knew that I wanted to keep him within my line of sight. If he got behind me then the fight would be done within seconds. I was not fighting other vampires with no real battle training, I was fighting a hardened warrior who had seen plenty of battle grounds and had slain nigh on thousands. Unless I got really, really lucky, the best I could hope for was to maybe nick him with my sword, once...

Yippee! I thought when he made no immediate attack. So he isn't going to start kicking my ass right off the bat!

He feinted without warning and started to lunge in at me. He stopped without moving more than a foot in my direction though. I still tensed at the sudden movement and gripped my sword tighter at the feint, but I held my ground. He tilted his head at me and then nodded his head with a satisfied hum of breath. One thing that I had gotten good at spotting over the years was when someone was doing a testing feint just as Kain had just done. I think he was pleased that I had not flinched.

I forced myself to ease the tight grip I had on my sword with a mental shout at myself for being so foolish. I knew that when holding any weapon, you did not want to tense up too much and hold the hilt of a sword, knife or anything really, too stiffly in your hand. It could easily cause the grip that you had to be weakened at exactly the wrong moment, especially if your enemy struck your hand successfully with a disarming blow. What you wanted to do was relax. If you needed any kind of example to compare it to, to think about baseball. You want to grip the handle firmly yes, but not too tight, so that when you swung the bat you did not inadvertently lose your grip and send your baseball bat flying. Unless that was what you wanted to happen...

Kain lunged for me suddenly, he feinted first to the left and then darted right even as he slashed his claws out and across my right arm as I tried to follow and dodge the swift move. I hissed softly in pain as deep scratches were opened in my lower arm and I barely managed to bring my blade up in time to block his follow-up blow. For my efforts, I received a strong kick to the gut. I let out a grunt at the blow and threw myself backwards with the impact as much as I could. I anticipated, and was correct to assume, that his next strike would be an uppercut meant to hit me in the jaw. Yeah, that was definitely a move that I had memorized thanks to Auron. The Bastard liked going for a gut punch and then a backhand when I got too mouthy with him.

As it was, Kain's blow just clipped my jaw. I shook my head a little as I focused on him again and I raised my sword back up into a defensive position once more as I clenched my teeth. Kain nodded in approval and started to circle me again. I let out a shaky breath and bit back the urge to cough as my body was still recovering from the kick to my stomach. I lunged for him swiftly and brought my blade up from a low position to attempt a strike at his chest. His clawed fist slammed down into the blade at an angle that hit the flat of the blade and I let the sword fly from my hands as I slashed my claws toward his chest. He caught my wrist in his other hand. He twisted my wrist and used my own momentum to spin me about as he threw me in the same direction that my sword had flown.

"Clever," he said with another hum of noise. "Pick up the sword and come at me again."

I hissed faintly at him in response as I bared my fangs. I stood slowly, as that had really hurt my wrist. I reached out to pick up the sword in my right hand whilst I kept my head down and I let my bangs hide my eyes. I tried to make it look like I was focused solely on picking up my sword and no longer upon him. I was pissed off and, even if I got knocked out cold for my effort, I wanted to at least land one solid strike on him at this point. Kain moved toward me to take advantage of my apparent inattentiveness and launched another kick toward my stomach. I saw the blow coming, I had been ready for it, and I rolled to the side as quickly as I could even as I snatched up my blade. I scrambled to my feet just in time to raise my sword and block another slashing blow. I almost lost my grip on the sword in the process.

Yewouch, but my hands hurt like hell after that!

"Hmph," he grinned darkly at me. "So you do know how to pay attention. Good."

"You..." I cut myself off and just growled at him.

Kain chuckled low at my words and struck out at me again in rapid succession; an upwards blow, a left-hook followed by a right and then lastly a downwards strike for my throat. I barely managed to block or deflect the first three strikes and lost my grip on my sword when I blocked the last strike. My hands had briefly gone numb from the strong jolts which had traveled down along the blade to where I held the hilt.

I snarled as the blade clattered to the side and slashed my claws at him as swiftly as I could. I managed a glancing blow on his left wrist that caused him to withdraw briefly. I used the time to twist around and I lunged to grab my sword. I twisted as I fell and landed hard on my back as I grabbed up the sword. I slashed outward and the movement caused Kain to jump back a foot or two instead of continuing his pursuit of me. Though, he had started to chuckle softly again.

Gah! What the hell is so funny? I thought with a snarl. ...OH wait, lemme guess! ME!

I knew that this 'fight' was likely nothing more than what one would consider a game of 'cat and mouse' or 'playing with one's food' as far as Kain was concerned. I did not much care to be a source of amusement to him.

"Tell me," Kain's voice was bland and he almost sounded bored as he started to circle me. "Do you think you would survive against a fully trained Sarafan Knight in combat, instead of the whelps that you have run across thus far?"

I got to my feet warily and frowned at the sudden question that had been posed to me. Was I actually supposed to answer that? It was taking all of my concentration just to stay on my feet! Kain lunged again and slashed his claws toward my chest. I twisted and got my blade up to block. His claws screeched across the metal blade and I almost lost the damn thing again in the process of stopping his blow. A slash was opened across my left shoulder by his follow up strike and I yipped at the sudden pain. I jumped back as I tried to gain some breathing space. He launched another strike as he followed after me and I slashed my sword into that strike as I tried to hit and disable his hand. He pulled his hand back swiftly with a feral grin. I blinked and remembered suddenly that he'd asked me a question. I decided to try to answer it as I worked to even out my breathing and calm my heart.

"Not," pant, "if they fight," pant, "like this."

He nodded at my words and then jumped toward me almost faster than I could track. He had been going easy on me! He grabbed my wrist and lifted me into the air before I could react. A simple twisting caused me to drop the sword. I let out a faint yelp of shock as my wrist was twisted and tried to kick free of his grasp. He swiftly grabbed and trapped my leg as well when I attempted to kick his side.

"Quiet," his voice held just a hint of his Aura in it and I went still instinctively in response. "Good. Remember Little One, you are not a human. That you are blocking, if barely, my strikes proves that readily enough. Stop thinking like a human whelp and fight me!"

He let me go abruptly and I managed to twist my body enough to land in a half crouch. I snatched up my sword and slashed it at his legs in the next moment. He dodged my blow easily enough, which pissed me off further. I was doing my best here!

"What do you... mean by that?" I asked as I raised my sword up into a defensive position as I stood once more.

"You should have simply answered 'yes' to the question that I posed to you," he started to circle me again.

"'Yes'?! But I don't kno..." he interrupted me before I could finish my affronted sentence.

"You are faster and stronger than any human!" he snapped out.

"Speed and strength mean next nothing if you don't have the proper skill to back it up!" I snapped out and then winced a second later.

Great, just great. Letting my temper get the best of me in the middle of a fight wasn't the best of ideas, I knew that, but he was being so damn frustrating about this whole process. His dark chuckle of amusement caused me to shiver, but it was his response that almost caused me to drop my sword in shock.

"Good girl my Little One," he said with a dark smirk and his eyes flashed white for a split second. "You have some common sense as well as the ability to pay attention."

"H-hey!" I cried out in annoyance at his near condescending tone.

I then let out a startled shout as he started to attack me in earnest. That I lost each bout badly was an understatement. I know that I lost consciousness around twelve times that I can recall clearly. My wounds? I bloody well lost count on how many of those I had received over the three hour sparing match and how many had subsequently healed by the time we were done. I didn't complain about the pain outside of some lengthy cursing, as I was slowly getting better and I did start to last longer through each round. The last blow knocked me thoroughly out cold though

When I finally woke up, I had one of the worst headaches possible pounding away at my skull. I blinked my eyes open slowly and tried to make the, thankfully dim lit, room come into focus. I knew this kind of headache from previous experience. I had a concussion. Great. I also knew from experience that my vampiric healing would take care of the damage quickly enough, but for some reason I always ended up having the headache for several hours after the head wound was completely healed. Brain injuries could get annoying.

The room finally shifted into focus. It was dark save for a single lit candle on the far table. I found myself grateful for that. I doubt I could have stood a brightly lit room just then. I turned my head and looked around, it was similar to the room I'd originally woken up in but had medical supplies stored on a high shelf and was far cleaner than the previous room. I winced in pain when I tried to sit up. I laid back down once the room stopped spinning and rubbed at my forehead. My fingers brushed against a damp cloth as I did so and I frowned. I felt around the area and found that the cloth was a bandage, which meant the dampness was my own blood. Fun.

Note to self; don't fight Kain anymore if I can help it, I thought with a wince as I let my hand fall back to lay on the bed.

I stared up at the ceiling and let out a soft, annoyed huff of breath. From what I could remember of the last bout, Kain had let me almost hit him, just to show me how slow I actually was with my attack. At least I believed that was what he meant to do as the last thing I remember was him saying 'Too slow.'

I let out another soft hmph of noise and then started to hum softly to myself as I closed my eyes. Humming had always helped with my headaches and had also helped to alleviate my boredom during the long days. I smiled sadly as I could just barely remember how, when mom and dad had been together... when my father had been alive, my mother had often sung a song to me me to help sleep when I did not feel well. I started to hum a different tune, as I was no longer in the mood for a cheerful tune. I then softly began to sing the words to the sad melody that had come to mind.

"You lie silent there before me

Your tears they mean nothing to me

The wind howling at the window

The love you never gave I give to you

But really don't deserve it

But now there's nothing you can do

So, sleep in your only memory

Of me, my dearest mother

Here's a lullaby to close your eyes, goodbye.

It was always you that I despised

I don't feel enough for you to cry, oh no

Here's a lullaby to close your eyes

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

So insignificant sleeping dormant deep inside of me

Are you hiding away, lost under the sewers?

Maybe flying high in the clouds?

Perhaps you're happy without me

So many seeds have been sown in the field

And who could sprawl up so blessedly, If I had died

I would have never felt sad at all

You will not hear me say "I'm sorry"

Where is the light? I Wonder if it's weeping somewhere...

Here's a lullaby to close your eyes, goodbye.

It was always you that I despised

I don't feel enough for you to cry, oh no

Here's a lullaby to close your eyes

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye. . ."

I let the melody fade from my mind as the last note faded in the air and I sighed sadly as I raised my hand to wipe away a tear. I jumped when I heard a soft footstep land nearby. I sat up abruptly, startled by the noise as I did not like to sing around others, and then winced as I immediately regretted the movement. I fell back to lean on my elbows with a low groan. My vision swam so much and the room felt like it had lurched sideways for a moment. So much so that I just could not make out who it was that had entered the room. The person spoke before my vision could clear and I relaxed as I recognized the gentle voice. It was Janos.

"Easy now Childe," he said soothingly. "I did not mean to startle you so."

"I-it's alright," my vision began to clear as I blinked rapidly. I could finally see that he had moved to stand beside the bed, a hand held out over my shoulder to catch me if I fell back any further. "What happened earlier?"

"Ah," Janos blinked at my question and then offered me a faint smile. "Kain brought you to Vorador and I. He said that your training for the day was finished and he then left you with us so that we could tend to your injuries."

"Oh. Okay... that's alright then," I laid back down and Janos helped me ease back so that I was comfortable.

"Is your head alright Childe?" he asked in concern. "You took quite a blow."

"Just a headache at the moment," I said with a wave of my hand, "and it's not as bad anymore and it will fade in full over the next few hours."

"That is good," he sat down on the edge of the bed and frowned as he looked at me with a perplexed expression. "Vorador and Kain told me about you, to an extent. They told me that you are a... Half-breed?"

"Half-blood," I corrected as I gave a faint laugh and nodded carefully as not to aggravate my headache. "But yeah."

"How is that possible?" he asked. He still looked confused.

"All I can do is hazard a guess. It probably involves a newly dead, newly made vampire getting a human woman pregnant. Something about the male's seed still somehow being viable at that stage maybe," I said with a shrug. "I don't know all of the particulars, but it makes the most sense to me."

"Hmm," he tilted his head thoughtfully. "That does make a certain amount of sense. You may well be right."

"I might also be wrong. I wasn't given much of a chance to learn the particulars of my kind outside of my immediate situation. Did... did they tell you anything else?" I asked curiously, hesitantly.

Janos nodded and again his confusion showed clearly in his expression. "Yes. They said that you are not from this world, but another?"

"Yeah," I shrugged. "I'm not sure how I got here though."

"It is a mystery," he glanced away then looked back to me with a soft, grateful smile. "I wish to thank you for saving my life Childe. I would not have had the strength to reach Sanctuary on my own after that fight. Nor, I believe, would I have been able to defeat my foe alone."

"I'm glad to have been of assistance," I said as shrugged. "And please, my name is Katrina."

"Katrina then," he smiled and I returned the smile hesitantly. He tilted his head a moment later. "If I may ask, why were you singing such a melancholy song?"

I gave a soft sigh and glance away from him. That was not what I expected him to ask about of all things and I shifted uncomfortably.

"I was just remembering a few things. I..." I paused and then let out another sigh. "Where I'm from, people can get married and then later on they can get what is called a 'divorce' which is used to annul the marriage. I overheard a conversation that the humans in the kitchens had and it seems like that isn't a functional concept here on Nosgoth so if you have any questions about it..."

Janos looked shocked and then thoughtful. "Yes, a question; Why would they do such a thing? Most humans see marriage as a holy union that cannot be broken."

"Because they got married for the wrong reasons," I said with a small wave of my hands. "Or the person they married turned out to be cruel hearted and mean. It was a way, originally I think, to give people that stuck in bad marriages, such as a wife who gets beat by her husband, a way out when the true nature of their significant other is revealed."

Janos frowned and then nodded slowly as he processed the explanation. "I can see the reasoning behind this 'divorce' process. Yet from the look upon your face Childe, Katrina, this is not always the case on your home world?"

I gave another small nod.

"You guessed it," I said and then frowned thoughtfully. "My mother had told me that she had divorced Father because he was spending too much time at work and too little time at home with her and I. But at the same time I have come to think... that what she told me was just a lie. Why I don't know, but her words always felt off, the reasoning I mean. They had always seemed happy. At least from what I can remember. It... barely a week after she told me that the divorce papers went through we got word that he had died in an accident at roughly the same time. Knowing what I do now, my vampiric origins that is, a simple accident would not have killed a vampire. Newly made or not. I believe that she told me that lie about the divorce because she was not able to tell me about his true origins, thus she had to make up a lie to tell me and the neighbors. It's not like anyone would believe the truth. Vampires are believed to be nothing more than a myth on my world..."

"I am sorry," Janos said a few moments after I had finished speaking. He laid a comforting hand gently on my arm. "It is always hard for a child to lose a parent, especially if you do not have the knowledge of their true nature."

"Yeah. I... lost both of them actually. Mother started drinking after his death. She didn't seem care about anything. It was like she was wilting away. I had to grow up pretty fast because of it, had to take care of myself. I doubt she even misses me, I've been gone for so long," I shook my head a bit and rubbed at my eyes. "She might even be dead by now. She probably is."

"Why do you say that, my childe?" Janos asked softly, gently.

"A vampire named Auron... he kidnapped me, held me captive, did... things. He caused my vampire blood to awaken. I don't even know exactly how much time has passed," I looked away for a moment and shrugged listlessly as I shoved the memories back down. "Kain said that I feel anywhere between a hundred to two hundred years old. I lost a lot of time either way and even if it was just eighty-two years then... my mother is long dead."

"Awaken?" Janos asked thoughtfully after a few moments of silence. "Ah wait, I think I may understand. As a... Half-breed, you were human until he captured you?"

"Half-blood, there's supposed to be a difference," I shrugged when he raised a brow at me. "Damned if I know what that is at the moment, but yeah I was human until he caught me."

He nodded slowly. "Would you have remained human had he not?"

"He took great pride in rubbing that little fact in after he force fed me over a pint of human blood," I growled softly. "So yeah, I guess so. I have no way of knowing for sure how much of what he told me was truth but most of it... was proven true over time."

"I am sorry you had to face such a foul being who would force this life upon you when you had the chance to remain human," Janos said mournfully.

I patted his taloned hand lightly. I smiled at him weakly and shook my head.

"It's alright, I... really don't want to dwell on the past," I told him. "I just want... I want to find a way to be happy... ish, at least a little. There is a phrase in my realm; 'living well is the best revenge' and I plan to live well if I can. This place, isn't worse than where I was. Even the sparring with Kain. I've had worse. It's the reason why I won't complain during practice and the knocks I've taken. If I could survive what happened to me before I came here, I can survive a few wounds when learning how to fight properly. You know? I'm getting something useful out of it this time around at the least."

"I believe I understand," he said with a nod.

Janos gave me a small, gentle smile and stood. He gently removed the bandage from my head and checked the healed wound over. He nodded to himself as he set the bandages aside. He then lifted the blanket and brought it up to my chin. He pushed a bit of hair from my face before he stood straight again.

"You are very strong Childe, to have survived such things that make the wounds you've received today seem to be no more than scratches. I merely hope that you have not lost yourself because of it," with that he bowed his head and then turned and left the room. He closed the door lightly behind him. I blinked slowly and let out another soft sigh.

"I hope I haven't too," I whispered to the empty room before turned back over to try to go back to sleep.

Yay! read and review please! lemme know what you guys thought. Oh and the song? It's called Room of Angel, it's a song from one of the Silent Hill games. I'll try to update soon!
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