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The Devine Image

Disclaimer: Legacy of Kain belongs to Edios
and Crystal
dynamics, they are not me. I am making �0.00 out of this fic, it is written
purely because I have a burning need to create.

Warning: it has to be said . . . . This
fic contains YAOI (GuyXGuy), blood
play and a lemon, if this offends or upsets you do not read this, it�s that
simple. Please also note it contains Possible
Defiance
references.

If you choose to avoid any of these things the back button is right
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Pairing: Vorador/Kain. Yaoi
elements but little emotion, maybe a hint of Vorador/Janos

Rating: NC-17

Part: One of five maybe more.

Set: Pre Blood omen two, why oh why can�t I get
out of this time frame *cry�s pitifully*

Authoress note: A completely stand alone fic,
not related to any of my others. I wanted to try something a little different
but I think this is turning out very similar to all my others . . . bother. But
I just really wanted to write it.

The name RAINER comes from my forgotten god�s fic. But this fic is STAND
ALONE.

Dedications: As always this is dedicated to my
wonderful beta reader, Odeena skywalker
who without, this would be unreadable for most. Also to Eiko the werewolf for sharing my insane moments and my bizarre mood
swings and not freaking out and for passing her driving test, I�m so
proud.

For all my
reviewers, who without I would have surely given up a long time
ago.

The Devine Image

Cruelty has a human heart
And Jealousy a human face
Terror the human form divine
And secrecy the human dress

The
Devine image. William Blake. Songs of experience

Chapter Two

Promises are like bones. They�re made to be broken.

Vorador � The divine Image

{Vorador}

�There
up to something big this time I can feel it� Kathryn hissed, she was one of the
younger fledglings in the group, not the youngest but sometimes she made you
wonder.

�It�s
just another rumour� Daniel snapped at her �when will you stop believing very
little scrap of information your �clientele� throw at you�

Vorador
rolled his eyes as he entered the main chamber, it was often that Daniel and
Kathryn would argue, in fact it usually meant something was wrong when they
didn�t. Their relationship was a mirror image of the one he had occasionally
held with Kain, violent, bloody and loud.

�How
dare you!� Kathryn yelled, her rather shrill voice getting louder,

When
she was human Kathryn had been a prostitute, even now her name was still thrown
about in taverns, she had become something of an urban legend among the local
louts. She had kept her dress sense or rather sense of undress when she died
and when hunting the streets her favourite tactic was to lure men in by playing
the role of a lady of lose morals. Yet despite this she had automatically
believed that dying had made her a member of high society and demanded that she
be treated like such. Daniels accusation that she was still a lady of lose
morals was something he knew would make her scream.

�what�s
wrong my sweet� Daniel snapped �business been a bit off lately� he recoiled sharply when she slapped him,
leaving a large red hand print across his face, Daniel growled loudly, Kathryn
squealed and ran Daniel gave chase. Vorador sighed no doubt in a moment there
would be screaming of a rather different nature coming from their direction.

He
could most defiantly feel a headache coming on.

Collapsing
onto his chair in the centre of the room, he slowly began to rub his eyes,
hoping that the headache would be merciful and not come till later. Soft
fingers touched his temples and slowly began to rub them. He smiled in
gratitude and leaned back, Cyan was one of his more level headed fledgling despite
the fact she was the youngest, but then her sense of responsibility was well
founded.

When
she was young Cyan�s mother had died from illness and her father had joined the
Serefan, he hadn�t lasted long but the widows pension they received from his
death was enough to keep her and her two brothers alive, she had effectively
become the mother. However the Serefan had found out about her mothers death
and the fact she had been receiving aid unlawfully and had come down to
�rectify� the situation. Both her brothers had been killed, and she had
suffered rape and had been beaten half to death. Luckily for her she had been
�rescued� if you could called being changed rescue.

�she�s
right you know� Cyan whispered softly, her cold breath tickling his ears, he
flicked them automatically making her smile at him and walk round to stand in
front.

�Right
about what tender one� he asked, feeling calmer talking to her, Cyan always had
that effect on him, she was the standing stone that could stand his relentless
temper

�The
Serefan� even gentle Cyan couldn�t keep the hatred from her voice �there have
been whispers these past few nights that there is something happening� she
stopped and looked at the stone floor, worry and fear crossing her petite
features

�What�
Vorador asked reaching forwards, tilting her chin so she looked him in the eye,
blood tainted tears filled her eyes

�The
whispers, the Serefan talk of taking down a big vampire power� she shivered �I
fear they have found you my lord�

�Nonsense
child� he tried to look reassuring but knew he was failing

�it
is not nonsense� Cyan stamped her foot in a childish display of anger, at times
it was hard to remember just how young she was �most of the cabal are human,
they are . . . prone to pain, they could talk my lord, they would give our
location away�

she
was crying fully now, blood tears streaming down her cheeks, Vorador sighed and
reached forwards pulling her into his lap like the young girl she appeared to
be, she couldn�t have been older than thirteen when she had died. She sobbed
into his shoulder her whole body shaking with the grief and fear that
overwhelmed her. Gently he rubbed her back and tried to think, it was entirely
possible that the rumours were just rumours and nothing more, there had always
been rumours that Kain still lived, that the Serefan had found him, every other
week they seemed to find him and never were any of these tales true, so why
should this one hold any more truth than the others. He drew back and looked in
her eyes

�The
Serefan have caught me before� he nuzzled at her cheek softly felling her tears
slow �it didn�t do them a lot of good�

�You
killed them all� she breathed, having heard this story a great many times

�Yes�
he lied �I did�

That awful sound of metal scraping
on metal filled his ears as the blade fell, there was a sudden coldness and he
knew, he knew he�d been cut. Then there was darkness.

The darkness swallowed him whole,
he was unable to see anything but the blackness, then there was a faint light.
It was darkness, but it was light. Almost as if he was surrounded by light but
it reached no further than him, he looked down at himself; he was in complete
darkness yet he could see himself clearly, it was as if he was the only light.
It was then the voices came.

He couldn�t make any single voice
out, he was being shouted at by thousands of creatures all of which were angry
at him. The voices grew louder and louder with each passing moment, until he
was driven to his knees by them, pain ripped through him at the sound and he
screamed.

Then it was silent.

It was still dark, but after a
moment of hazy thought he realised he had his eyes closed, slowly he opened
them into blinding light, he heard himself cry out, a strangled sound, his
entire throat raw. There was movement then the light faded into a dull glow. He
opened his eyes again and found himself staring into golden eyes half hidden
behind bone white hair.

�Kain?� he managed before passing
out again.

He slept for many days, his memory
of those days was fragmented and hard to understand, he remembered occasionally
waking up, being fed slowly and carefully and a few times he knew he had spoken
but couldn�t remember anything of what he said, he felt like a mortal suffering
fever. But one night he woke to find his headache had lessened, his throat was
not quiet so raw and he felt stronger.

�uugh� he managed, his mouth tasted
like something had died, he heard soft movement off to his side and tried to
turn his head but the pain stopped him, Kain came into view soon enough and
leaned over him, the fledgling watched him for a little while, Vorador noticed
a long cut running down his left cheek, Kain frowned for a moment before a
sort-of-smile crossed his features

�Your eyes look a little more focused
today� he muttered �hungry?� Vorador shook his head and opened his mouth to
speak

�Wha . . . Happened� he coughed
after speaking, his throat felt like it was made of sandpaper

�You were . . . hurt� Kain spoke
carefully, Vorador�s memory flashed, he remembered being manhandled into a
guillotine, he remembered the blade falling . . . oh god.

�I . . . died� he breathed, Kain
looked relieved

�At least your memories working
today� he muttered, Vorador frowned �you�ve been a little . . . off these last
few days, understandable� the last word was added almost like an after thought

�How am I . . .� he trailed off,

�I�m not really sure about that�
Kain frowned at him, �you really should eat something� he stood up to leave but
a cloven emerald claw closed on his wrist, Kain looked at him for a moment and
sat back down on the bed

�Thank you� Vorador mumbled, Kain
sighed and seemed to think for a moment before lifting his own hand and slicing
a claw through his wrist, offering it to the green skinned vampire, Vorador
paused for a fraction of a second before the scent of blood wrapped around him
and he sunk fang into open wound.

He heard the fledgling gasp above
him and continued to feed. The moment the blood touched his tongue he nearly
choked. You can learn much from another�s blood, and the amount of raw magical
power that flowed in Kain�s veins nearly made Vorador pass out again. It . . .
it reminded him of Janos, except Janos� magic had been trained, controlled,
this was half wild, crazed, like a wild animal in a cage that had been beaten,
no matter how many times you hit it, it is still wild. For someone this
powerful to have so little control . . . it was a threat, a threat Vorador may
have to do something about in the future.

Tenderly he released the wrist in
his grasp and swallowed the last of the blood. He�d been able to taste many
different kinds of magic in his veins, like a cocktail, there had been magic
over the dead, blood magic, magic over the land, it was like he�d swallowed the
pillars and kept them inside of him. He shuddered, no this was not like Janos,
Janos only had one kind of magic, this was too mixed, this was like . . .
Rainer, the first guardian of balance.

�You alright� Kain asked, Vorador
felt a very human hand touch his forehead, Vorador felt the blood in him settle
and felt the strength it gave him wind into his limbs

�How� he started when he felt
strong enough �how did I come to be here?�

�I brought you� Kain said simply,
Vorador shook his head

�I mean . . . alive?� he asked,
Kain shrugged and looked confused,

�I just wanted you to live and . .
.� the fledgling trailed off,

�I thought so� Vorador muttered
feeling strong, he struggled into a sitting position batting Kain away when he
leaned forwards to help, �I sense a lot of magic inside you� he continued �some
of it magic over the dead� he took a
deep struggling breath one clawed talon rubbing around his throat feeling the
newly healed scar �the only other creature I ever knew to have power like this
was the original guardian of balance, but even he didn�t have . . .� he stopped noting Kain was looking a the bed
cover, clawed hand following the golden threads �you�re the new balance
guardian aren�t you�

�Yes� Kain muttered

Vorador nodded, he knew when he had
first met him that there was more to him than what met the eye but . . . still,
balance guardian or not, that didn�t explain why he was quiet so powerful. The
nagging doubt that Kain could become a threat buzzed in Vorador�s mind sharply,
the idea of him gaining control as he got older and more powerful was a
frightening one, the small voice in the back of his mind whispered that he
should be doing something about it while the new guardian was young and still
confused by his own power.

Something to make him a non threat.

�I�ll
make you a deal� he smiled at Cyan shaking the truth away, �if you stop
worrying your beautiful head about such rumours I�ll send out scouts�

�To
make sure that they are only rumours� Cyan asked blushing slightly

�Just
to make sure� he reassured, Cyan smiled and leaned forwards planting a chaste
kiss on Vorador�s cheek, before jumping down from his lap to go and organise
some scouts, �tease� he called after her, she just turned and grinned at him.

Slowly
Vorador got to his feet; he�d have to go out to hunt sooner or later and right
now sooner was looking better than later.

~ Ω ~

The
youth was covered head to toe in mud, briefly Vorador wondered where in
meridian he�d managed to come by so muck mud, but the thought was fleeting, as
he leapt down from the rooftop pinning the youth beneath him and sinking fang
into exposed artery.

The
blood was hot and sweet but not pure, the poisons of meridian had polluted the
boys very essence, but the boy was obviously relatively new to meridian, clearly
a migrant from the north and the poison was not to strong to kill the taste,
the smell of earth rose from the youths skin and made Vorador purr, the soft
smell of the north. The place he used to call home, the place he belonged.

When
the boy ran dry he dropped the corpse and set it alight, the less vampire kills
the Serefan knew of the better. He knew he should return to sanctuary but . . .
something was a nagging at him, so instead he pulled up the hood of his cloak
and wandered the streets, even if the air up here was polluted it was still
better than the damp air in sanctuary. He clambered upwards, reaching the
rooftops and let his hood fall again, letting the night air wash over him. It
felt so good to be outside again especially higher up where the air was
cleaner.

He
started towards the slums out of habit.

The
mud covered youth had struggled a little and had left great muddy streaks
across the cloak, Vorador smiled and decided to leave them there, not caring,
it was only mud after all.

Vorador slid through the mansion
feeling ill at ease; something was here now that hadn�t been here a few hours
ago. He�d gone out to hunt, he�d found a werewolf hunting party, grinning he�s
killed and drank his fill before dragging the remaining men back to the mansion
to be stored either for a fledgling or perhaps when he was feeling lazy. But
more likely for a fledgling, he�d been trying to build up the vampire
population over the past two years and it had been going well, he had over
forty now. Forty mouths to feed, forty frightened children to protect.

He slid down a hallway closer to
the disturbance he wasn�t sure what it was, surely if it were Serefan there
would be screaming, fighting, blood, same if a rouge lycanthrope had wandered
in, his mental alarm bells were ringing yet everything else felt perfectly
normal. He leaned against the door to the library, he knew what ever it was, wa
in there but still there was no noise, no disturbance save from a mental
one.

Feeling very ill at ease he opened
the door as quietly as he could and sighed loudly.

�Son of a . . .� he breathed
relieved.

Kain sat . . . slumped in a chair,
arms folded on the long table, head buried in arms, clearly asleep. Vorador
paused a moment and just looked at him smiling, his bone white hair was tangled
and muddy in places, there was mud and rips in the lose trousers and shirt he
was dressed in, and on what skin he could see there was yet more mud. It looked
as if he�d been living rough for a while, but no doubt most of the dirt was
from walking through the swamp. A few hours sleep and bath would see him right.
Vorador briefly wondered if there were enough humans to drain for the big bath
when Kain made a noise and shuffled on the chair.

Smiling wider Vorador moved
forwards, sitting on the table next to where the fledging rested, slowly he
began sliding clawed talons through tangled white hair, working a few of the
more stubborn knots out. After a few minuets Kain stirred the gentle contact
enough to rouse the fledgling,

�There you are� he yawned
displaying inhuman dentistry

�Here I am� Vorador sighed, �you
realise a bed is more suitable than the table�

�I was, in fact waiting for you�
Kain sat back �I brought you something shiny�

�shiny� Vorador lifted an eyebrow,
Kain reached to the floor and lifted a small bag about big enough to fit a
human head inside, he dropped the bag on the table and listened to the clink of
may stones, looking inside the bag Vorador was impressed, Kain grinned and
shook his head hard, bits of dry earth falling from his hair,

�Where the hell have you been�
Vorador smirked wiping dirt from his lap where it had fallen, �and rolling in
mud is not as good for your skin as humans make it out to be�

�The gems came from the oracle�s
caves, there were rather a lot and humans fear the caves now more than ever and
I haven�t been rolling in mud� Kain snapped �it rained today, the swamp was
worse than usual�

�A bath would be desired then�
Vorador stood up, dragging the fledgling up with him, Kain made a defeated
sound

�Can I not just sleep� he
muttered

�Not covered in mud in one of my
beds� Vorador grinned

�Its only mud Vorador�

Kain
had always come and gone from the mansion, treating it like some sort of
elaborate hotel, he would arrive usually baring some kind of �gift� be it gems,
humans or some rare and powerful artefact he�d �stumbled across� as he always
put it. Then he would stay for a few nights, usually tormenting some fledgling
or another before he would leave again, only to return in a few months time.

Vorador
hadn�t minded for the first year or so, it had been interesting to find out
what Kain had �stumbled across� this time, and the fledgling had a surprisingly
good understanding of most things and could hold rather . . . interesting if
odd conversations. But as time went on talk of war swept the land. The vampire
numbers were getting larger the humans were starting to take notice of when
several of their village died in a night, tensions were rapidly rising and soon
something would snap.

Although
Vorador did not want war he did believe it was inevitable, just as inevitable
as it had been before. He would want numbers on his side and he had made a lot
of fledglings, and he would want leaders and so he had made leaders, he had
created four fledgling to lead his �army� if or when the time came, but much to
his frustration all the fledgling leaders seemed to do was argue. Usually being
Magnus and Sebastian versus Faustus and Marcus. He had expected that within a
year of creating these fledglings to lead his �army� that he would at least
have a somewhat organised group of fledglings or maybe even an army but no all
he had was a large rabble of young vampires and four other young vampires who
continually fought.

He
had started to worry.

He
had feared for the safety of the race as a whole, but also something else had
been niggling at him, usually Kain returned every five months give or take a
week or two but it had been fourteen months since he had last returned, it was
a strange sensation that Vorador experienced, he wasn�t worried for the
fledgling as he knew Kain could take care of himself but it was something . . .
like worry.

He
had sent out a call, a metal cry as it were calling all vampires to him and as
Kain was a vampire he should reply to it. As it happens Kain had heard, and
surprisingly he bowed to another�s wishes and came to the mansion, yet he had
not wanted to stay.

Looking
out on the lower city now he wondered if he had made the right decision, then
it his lip of course he had, if he hadn�t made Kain stay then they would have
fallen, all vampires including himself would have perished, none would have
been spared. Looking down he leapt from rooftop to rooftop, heading towards the
slums with increasing speed.

It
was odd really, Kain had had no objection to fighting, in fact when he had
first arrived the first words he�d spoken to Vorador had been in favour of
going to war with the humans. The ashen skinned fledgling seemed to have a
stronger bloodlust than Vorador had realised but the fledgling had not wanted
to sacrifice his freedom.

Vorador
had promised he wouldn�t be sacrificing his freedom but promises are like
bones.

They
are there to break.

End of
Chapter Two

Authoress Note: bit longer this time. I
hope it wasn�t to dull but chapter one didn�t really set anything out so that
is what this chapter was trying to do.

I hope you liked

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