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I live to Serve I serve to Live	By : flamekaat Category: +G through L > Legacy of Kain Views: 1829 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Lord Raziel is the property of edios interactive along with his famous vamp brothers and their maker Kain. Jeremy and his human cousin Lianne and her kin are all mine own creations. Thanks for not suing my broke behind ~_^

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It was three days later when Jeremy sought out his new lord, right after dusk. "Yes Jeremy what can I do for you?" Raziel greeted the fledgling. "You can tell me and with full truth, if it was my dear cousin Lianne that you had your way with when last we hunted together." The Fledgling was shaking with terror but still he was close enough to human to know his duties as her male kinsman, and wish to uphold them.

"When you are not so very hungry you see her as who she is. She was only food to you when we first encountered her. It was indeed your dear cousin, but if you can keep a secret I will tell you something that will make you less inclined to challenge me over her honor. Had I not taken her she would be well on her way to marrying the son of her village�s Mayor. Ah I see by your reaction you know well what fate she was saved from by my somewhat savage affections.

You also know she could never have escaped the man had she not had my protection. I gave her my medallion. One just like the bit of jewel craft that you wear around your own neck. She is clan even without fangs. Mine as are you and all my children. So worry not that she has no longer her virtue, for just as she would have done she in marrying that horrid little wretch, she has traded it for the protection of a man.

Only this time a human wench got far more powerful protector in trade then any who marries in her own kind." He set down that which he had been working on, and Jeremy realized his lord was actually sewing! It was a delicate garment his master worked on. A silken shift of a soft cream color, far to small to belong to any he had yet met in Raziel�s clan. The entire population of female vamps were amazons in stature, and fully as muscled as any of the dark brothers.

"I will leave you to your work and disturb you no more my lord, but you might like to put that up as Lord Kain is on his way down here at this very moment." Jeremy said. Then he turned and departed his master�s chambers, so that Raziel would not see his grin. His cousin had always made conquests of the hearts of every male she met. It was her gift and never had she used it against those who fell at her feet. She was always kind and gentle to them even though she usually had other plans then to fulfill their wildest fantasies. Now even the mighty Lord Raziel had fallen prey to her charms. There was no doubt in his mind now that the smitten Vampire Lord would move the very earth itself to see his cousin well and safe. He had just managed to assume a properly vampire like scowl when Lord Kain crossed paths with him.

"My Lord Raziel awaits you Mighty One." He gravely greeted his Lord�s Lord. Kain Nodded slightly to the fledgling Martinson, and continued on his way as if the encounter had never happened at all. Which was for the best. One did not want Lord Kain�s attention, as it would most likely be bad for the health of a fledgling like Jeremy.

Raziel had just hidden the Shift and his sewing things when Kain entered his rooms. He bowed low and awaited his Master�s command. "That was the new fledge? The one that Samiel made before dying in the duel with Mulldarra?" Kain inquired? "Yes My Lord. That was Jeremy Martinson." Raziel replied. "He seemed rather Jovial for one so new to the Life. I wonder what could have made him so very upbeat? It seemed to spring from something that you said to the lad before he left your chambers. I wonder what could have improved his mood so?" Kain pondered aloud. Raziel pretended to consider carefully for a moment before shaking his head slightly and saying, "I have no idea what might have had such an effect My Lord." His reply caused Kain to laugh aloud in genuine amusement.

"Do not seek to bullshit me Raziel! I have known you since your Serafin days, and I recognize the besotted look in your eyes. It is that very gleam which so cheered the lad. As his dear cousin now has a valiant champion beyond any that her kind should hope for. When you come to our festival this year Raziel do be so kind as to bring the wench along. I would very much like to see such a wondrous woman, as one who could warm your heart. You being the coldest of all my sons, even in passion no warmer than a hours long corpse!" He said gleefully. Then still chuckling he made his way out of the chambers of his eldest son, and snickering so wickedly that he terrified all the poor vamps he came across, made his way out of Raziel�s stronghold and returned to his own domain.

"Now that�s just scary Milord Raziel. I have never heard Lord Kain laugh so!" Raziel�s servant Marcus whispered as he came to his Lord�s side. Often after Kain�s Visits Lord Raziel needed a restorative. Marcus held a silver flagon of Blood Laced with all manner of healing herbs, but Raziel just gestured for it to be taken away. "For once my loyal servant I am in no need of healing. My master was genuinely amused at my plight and that a fledge knew it first! Even before I myself understood my odd behavior!" Raziel scowled deeply

"Summon The new fledge to me now!" He roared at Marcus. Marcus yelped and fled to do his masters bidding. Jeremy found himself in front of his lord again for the second time that day, and he knew fear. Greater than the fear he had felt when the vampire Samiel had changed him, greater than any he had ever known in his short life, and shorter un-life. "Tell me of your cousin, Jeremy. I would know more of this fair lady whom I ravaged." He said in deadly soft tones. That turn of his voice was more to be feared than even the roaring fury. When Jeremy dared to look into his master�s eyes he was sore afraid for his new un-life.

Somehow his cousin�s closeness to his new lord had ended up getting his goose cooked! "Ever since we were children together she has had every male from six to sixty-six at her beck and call, I among them. When you look into her eyes it is impossible not to be moved by her beauty, and her heart is so full of goodness that even birds know no fear of her. They will come sit on her fingers and take seeds from her palms, if she is still enough to keep from startling them.

Her heart is such that she will go out and if by some chance she comes across some wounded thing she will gladly take it into her own rooms where she will nurse the beast back to health. Once even she took in an injured wolf, that slept at the foot of her bed like a great black dog until he was well enough to return to his pack.

She had no fear of it though all the others in our group were terrified! Oh how I wish she had that wolf when the Mayor�s son first pressed his suit. The beast would have ripped him to pieces as I will and gladly when I come into my powers well enough to seek his hide! Many love her lord so forgive me for seeking the one thing that doesn�t change in your heart as well. It brought me some comfort that when even death is not a sure thing, the love that grows in men�s hearts when they set eyes on Lianne stays eternal." Jeremy said quakingly as he awaited the first blow to fall.

Raziel grinned though the fledge was not looking anywhere but the floor. "It is so Jeremy. You may take your comfort as you please for it is so. Now tell me of your cousin and all of it not just her sweet nature. That I have tasted myself for our bond has shown me the very darkest corners of her heart. Not that they are even as shadowy as that moonlit glade where first I drank of her life." He ordered the trembling fledgling.

"She is the daughter of Noah the innkeeper and Leah Noviskia from parts unknown. It is said that her mother is from a land where vampires and men walk as equals, but I believe that not. Though she had the sense to stay her hand in your case my dear cousin has slain three fledges in her young life. All who thought her easy prey. Their foolish mistake. She is as her mother, an incredible warrior, and an initiate into the mystic ways with an outlandish fount of power at her disposal.

Her potential as a sorceress and shamaness is unmatched in any of the free villages that remain in contact with our home villages. She is very happy just being herself, and has never wished to wed nor thought it necessary in the least that she do so. That is until the mayor�s son tried to force the issue. I am sure that had he succeeded she would have slain him in his sleep. She is not cruel or heartless, as you know. She is merely practical to the point of seeming cold. She has the ability to distance herself in all but the worst situations so those events do not touch her in the least.

She pushes the world away to a safe distance so that she can be as an observer and suffer a minimal amount of pain. This too her mother taught her. If you get the opportunity to meet her I suggest you do so Leah is a person that one meets only very rarely and with great joy in the doing. A gem among women though for different reasons then her daughter.

I have four other cousins from that family all male. Her brothers and family are all to her. Lianne will not fail unless she is dead or knocked out to defend and protect her kin. In short my dear cousin is nothing short of formidable, and had it been Samiel instead of you who was with me I and he might surely have been slain. Anything else Milord?" Jeremy finished breathlessly. "Her favorite colors and any other relevant information might be useful as I am still making her some new clothing Jeremy. It is disgraceful for anyone who is Clan of mine to only have three outfits and one a hand me down from her male relatives!" Raziel muttered.

"Forest Green Milord and Midnight Blue, and she will like that cream colored shift you are making just because you made it. Also she tends to pick up habits likes and dislikes from most of the victims to her charms so something in that blood red color you use for a banner would not be amiss. Just so long as nothing pastel is used she will find no fault with it. She just can not bear the colors and shades classically thought of as feminine." Jeremy said with a smirk. He wiped it from his face to replace it with the classic vampire stoic expression when his master scowled darkly.

"Take your jovial attitude elsewhere Jeremy and do not act so childishly in front of Lord Kain again! He will toss you into the lake of the dead if he thinks you weak!" He warned the fledge and watched with a small amused smile as the young one, glad of his reprieve, fled from his master�s sight.

Lianne spent those same three days in a much different fashion. Upon arriving home at a little past dawn she was greeted by her concerned family and carried inside when she fainted from blood loss and general physical distress. Her mother was the only one she told the whole of the story to as father was sometimes temperamental, and he would likely do harm to fledges or himself as he sought revenge.

Her mother took the whole thing as she was expected to by her only girl child. She nodded smiled with pleasure that fate had gotten her baby out of marrying that ass of a boy, and went to tell him so! "I will save you the greater distress of having to tell that boy Thomas yourself. I�ll go now before he and his friends get too drunk on James�s wine." Leah assured her baby girl. Then she departed to break the "Horrible" news to �that wretched Thomas� as she called him.

Lianne just smiled and settled into her bedding for some much-needed rest.

The next day she arose, as she was accustomed to, at dawn. She went downstairs and found a package waiting for her on the table. She had slept the clock round and had not seen the fledge who brought it and gave it directly to her mother. "I think it is from your new Lord, Daughter of mine you had best open it right away." Her mother instructed as she wiped down the benches that seated most of the inn�s daily custom. "Yes mama." Lianne responded. Ever the dutiful daughter she opened the small parcel and found it contained a scarf of blood red and a small medallion on a shining platinum chain. The scarf was of soft fleece and scented like it was often worn by Raziel himself. It had his crest emblazoned on it in a darker shade of red the color of dried blood. The medallion was shimmery and finely made as any jewel craft that Lianne had ever seen. It to had the crest of her Lord on it in black enamel on a medallion of the same metal as the chain.

In with these tokens of the Vampire�s affectionate ownership was a small scrap of parchment. It had a note in the hand of her Lord written on one side and a map drawn on the other side.

"Lianne,

I will be sending you many more things in the coming weeks. It is not proper for me to allow my humans to exist in lack, even if it is just a lack of wardrobe. These are just the first of many tokens of my esteem. Please take care of it as it is older than your own self, Also put the medallion on this very minute and never even when bathing remove it. It is magicked to bestow my protection upon you. None may approach you with intent to feed or to do harm and not know that you are MINE and that I will bring consequences upon them. Obey me and do not question!

~ Raziel ~

P.S. This is a map to my stronghold should you ever need to find the way to it unaided by me or my servants."

"Well I�ll be! It seems that your new suitor is quite confident that you are meekly going to follow his will." Her mother said as Lianne passed the note over for her perusal. "I suggest that you seem so for now. Only trot out the true nature of your individual will when you must or when it will amuse him my Daughter. He is among the most powerful men on this continent. Much pain could be in the offing should you anger him by reminding him of your strong heart and lack of meekness." She cautioned then she elegantly folded the note and gracefully placed it in her daughter�s shirt pocket.

The third day about dinnertime Thomas finally dragged his spoiled brat rich boy arse over to have a look at his former betrothed. One look at her scarved and medallion adorned neck and her bruised face, eyes downcast in mock shame and he snorted in a disgusted tone of voice something that sounded very much like "Whore", turned on his heal and left. The moment he was gone she her mother and brothers shared a look of glee before bursting into laughter. "That was to easy mama." Lianne said as soon as her brothers took themselves off to return to their wives. "When his hangover lessens he might cause some trouble, true. I think though, that it will not be too much. Even Thomas is not so very stupid as to cross Lord Raziel!" Her mother assured her. Lianne took comfort in her mother�s conclusion. Rarely was Leah ever wrong when she judged people and their capabilities. Little did Lianne and Leah realize, that this was going to be one of those times.

It was festival time on the third day when she woke up. Grinning as only an irrepressible Martinson could do after such an ordeal Lianne Set to preparing herself with more enthusiasm then she had ever used before. Her heart told her that her new Master would be in attendance and she wanted to look her best for him. Her mother nodded in approval as she saw her Daughter leave in her itsy bitsy festival dress and wearing her new scarf like a shawl. The dress was white but next to her ivory skin it seemed to be cream colored and it was so filmy as to be almost transparent. "Dressing up for him! What a clever idea and no man could help but want you looking like that honey!" She said with a wink and her Daughter left the house laughing in sheer happiness at her newfound freedom.

Her mother always had treated her as an adult as soon as she was old enough to understand something it was explained and she was never patronized like some adults did with their children. Now though others treated her with difference and respect that although she had been granted some of, never had she felt so equal as she was being treated today. Apparently one needed a vampiric tragedy to touch one�s life before anyone showed you true adult respect. Lianne wondered what they would think, if they knew she did not view her ravagement as tragedy but as salvation! That had a smirk on her face when she stopped at her eldest brother�s house.

"Happy festival my liberated sister!" her bright eyed brother Joey greeted her. Charley his twin sat firmly pinned under the weight of his very pregnant wife, in one of the table chairs, also smiled up at her. Her sister in law greeted her with a brisk but confused hello and went back to devouring the huge bowl of hot oats before her. "I will leave your basket here too Charley. Don�t forget it when you leave it has mother�s festival treat rolls in it!" She told him and then with a kiss on Joey�s wife�s cheek and a quick snatch of a sweet taffy from the bowl, Lianne was off to Richard�s house. Richard was the town�s blacksmith and a skilled one at that. His house was always warm from the forge�s heat and on the crisp autumn day it was a blessing indeed.

Robert took his basket and agreed to be by for festival meal at midday. "See you then Vamp bait!" He teased and she smiled at him. And teased in return, "No wonder you are single brother dear if that�s the way you behave towards a woman who is happy with her man!" And with both of them chuckling she went to her last brother�s house. This stop was a little more somber than the other two were.

Her favorite brother Derrick had lost his wife just a year before to a mysterious plague that had yet to be explained. Even the village herbalist was confused for no strangers had sickened or died in the village, and none of the ill people had gone anywhere to catch the illness. All but one of those who fell ill had died horribly convulsing and screaming, some with their heads bent back nearly to their heels. Not a pleasant way to die! Lianne shuddered as she entered Derrick�s gate. His children greeted her with equal sobriety. They were still in their mourning grays though their father had promised to put them in appropriately cheerful garb before bringing them to the family supper at the inn.

They told her that their father was sitting at the gravesite and took the basket inside for him. She gave each a festival treat from her pocket before leaving.

On the way back she whistled a cheerful tune and smiled at everyone she saw. Some looked at her like her wits had been addled and they pitied her, but some few others, mostly women grinned back and winked as if they fully understood. They probably did understand or at least sympathize she supposed. After all, all of them had lived in terror of being noticed and desired or having their daughter so ensnared by Thomas or one of his thugs. Most would willing jump straight into the arms of a forest bandit or even a vampire just as she had done to escape the ghastly cretin.

Little did she know that the very cretin that was on her mind was also dogging her steps with a wicked scowl on his face. The hustle and bustle of the village at festival made her unable to pick up his pursuit with any of her normally sharp senses. His thugs followed in his wake giving anyone a deadly glare should they stray to close to their master.

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