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Realms Converge	By : Candice Category: +G through L > Legacy of Kain Views: 3562 -:- 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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Chapter Twenty-two: ...and Battles Lost.

Once my wings were fully healed, I found that much of my time was spent running more reconnaissance missions for Kain. I was pleased with the assignments as it meant a majority of my time was spent in the air and that he was making use of my stealth based Gift to great effect.

Provance and Freeport had secretly, and completely, aligned themselves to Kain's banner thanks to our efforts with the underground railroad and we were making progress with a two of the neighboring cities, Ziegsturhl and Nachtholm. Meridian however was proving to be a hard nut to crack solely on the merit that the Sarafan Keep had that damned barrier which prevented vampiric passage in most cases. It harmed even the Eldar among us and weakened them, thus neither Vorador nor Janos could lead an assault on their own despite their respective skills at fighting.

Still, the city itself was primed for action. Most of the humans that were not loyal to the Sarafan, and thus safely behind that damned barrier, were quite ready to throw off the Sarafan yolk. What few humans that had made the mistake of moving to Meridian in order to try to find better jobs, better lives, found themselves quickly regretting the move when their goods were confiscated immediately upon arrival to the city proper. The Lordling ruled the city with an iron fist and public executions of 'supposed vampire spies/slaves' rapidly started to become a common occurrence during the daylight hours.

The Lordling crossed a line when he executed a family all the way down to their five year old child early one morning.

Nikolai and I felt the sting of failure the strongest when we heard the news. Here we were, the leaders of our little underground railroad and we had not gotten even a hint of what the Lordling had been plotting. We had been unable to stage even the beginnings of a rescue mission to halt the unexpected execution. The humans amongst the Cabal had been equal parts shell-shocked and enraged at the public murder of the obviously innocent family. When I questioned Kain later that same day about his lack of surprise at the situation, he'd simply shrugged.

"I knew one who did much the same. A boy that history now calls 'Boy William the Just'. In the timeline I originally hailed from he was simply known as 'the Nemesis'," he tilted his head as he looked at me over the maps that he had been perusing before my interruption. "I grew up in a time where William's lust for power led him to do much as the Lordling is doing now. Why do you think I took the chance to slay William as a weakling boy? I would not be surprised if we were to suddenly hear news that the Lordling has started to behead, disembowel and impale peasants and warriors alike in their very own towns and villages. His actions disgust me yes, but they do not surprise me."

I'd paled at his words as I remembered that bit of history and rubbed at my face even as my wings drooped to brush against the ground.

"I see what you mean," I said to him. "But I hate that it is always the children that suffer the worst of the horrors that a world has to offer. I feel like I should be able to do more."

Kain had reached out to rub the backs of his claws up and down the wing closest to him in what was, for him, a small gesture of affection meant to sooth. He might curl around me like I was some sort of favored pillow when we slept, but it was rare indeed that he showed outright affection beyond the small, idle and near proprietary touches where others, those that were not Vorador or Janos at least, might see him. He had a habit of pouncing me in places where we might have someone stumble upon us and yet he seemed a private man when it came to any signs of anything that might be considered tenderness. A fact made plain when one of the other scouts made to enter the room and Kain's fingers yet lay upon my wing in an obviously affectionate caress.

"Leave and report to me later," he snarled at the scout as his fingers stilled against my wing.

"Y-y-yes sir!" the scout stuttered out in startled surprise and he bolted from the room without further prompting.

Kain stayed still for a few moments as he listened to the scout run off and then resumed the gentle, soothing touch for another couple of moments. I felt a small, warm burst of affection fill me at his capricious nature. I understood that some things would be private though and would not press him on this. He had an image to maintain after all and I did not need constant attention nor affection from him. He eyed me quietly for several long moments before he nodded his head.

"Continue as you have been my Little One," he said as he dropped his hand and turned back to the maps. "I will deal with the rest of it."

I had left him to his plotting and went off to get Nikolai and the others out of their funk. We had work to do and could not afford to dilly-dally about bemoaning the unforeseen tragedy. While we had already been working on getting families out of the capital city, our focus swiftly turned toward getting families with younger children out before the others when and where we could. The city was one of the largest though and had a population of almost seven thousand, most of that number counted amongst civilians.

That the Lordling was willing to slaughter children without trial or notice meant that we had to move quickly. The bastard had his own plans though.

Perhaps because of the link that he had to Auron, or just it was just because he was that fucked up in the head, but the Sarafan Lordling abruptly started up a plan to bring in the children from the cities near by that were still mostly loyal to the Sarafan; Ziegsturhl and Nachtholm. One of the Cabal human runners from Ziegsturhl had burst into Sanctuary with that information late one night and damn near collapsed at my feet when he found me as I was talking with Nikolai.

"M'lady! Oh, thank the Pillars I've found ye," he said as he panted for breath. "I couldna find Lord Kain."

"He's out on a mission at the moment. What has happened?" I asked as I helped steady the man.

"The Sarafan Lord has started takin' all the children from Ziegsturhl and Nachtholm," the man said in a strained voice. "He's makin' it plain that they're to be held as hostages to ensure their continued loyalty to 'im. He ordered the deaths of ten of the little's out right when their families refused to hand them over."

Nikolai and I shared a pained look before I turned back to the man.

"Do you know if they are bringing the children here to Meridian or not? And if so what route they plan to take?" I asked.

"Aye, here to Meridian, M'lady," the man nodded. "They plan to keep the little's behind the barrier to keep any vampires away from 'em. I got a glimpse of the cages they're puttin' the little's in too. Lined with runes they are, like the Gates. Sounded like they plan to take the river to the Great Southern Sea and then come in at the Port. Damn near killed my horse gettin' here in time."

"The Port is under their control," Nikolai said with a knowing wince. "We will have to attack before they get to the river or go with a force primarily made of humans."

"I know it ain't much M'lady," the man continued, "but I know they ain't left Ziegsturhl as yet. Still collecting little's from Nachtholm. Cities done its' damnedest to shore up what with them bein' on a lake. If we can stop this from happenin' then we'll have their loyalty for sure I'd think."

"Good man," I said with a note of relief. "If we can cut them off before they even get on the water then we'll have them caught regardless of the runes. Nikolai, take him to rest. I'll contact Kain over the Whisper."

"Alright Kat. I'll gather the others too," Nikolai said as he helped the man to one of the barracks.

~Kain?~ I Whispered.

I tried my best to focus my mental efforts on only reaching the younger Kain and not the Eldar. I had not seen nor felt the energy of Eldar Kain since the visit at the Pillar's but that did not mean that he was not yet around the area somewhere. My attempt worked though. Least wise I believed that it did as only one voice, not yet roughened by time, answered my mental call.

~What do you need Katrina? I am occupied at the moment,~ his voice fairly rumbled with battle-lust.

I blinked in surprise at the tone. He had not left to fight anyone, just to get a bit of high quality ore that met his approval from a neighboring city. He had wanted Vorador to work on some new armor.

~We just got word that the Lordling is kidnapping children from Ziegsturhl and Nachtholm. He intends to bring them to Meridian and keep them behind the barrier from what the runner told me,~ I told him. ~From the sound of it, we have the chance to cut them off before they reach the river by Ziegsturhl.~

~Ah, good,~ Kain's voice shifted to that of a mildly pleased tone. ~I am currently near Nachtholm causing a bit of... havoc... amongst some troops that had the misfortune of stumbling across my path. Have Vorador lead my forces across the river and follow the north edge toward Ziegsturhl. Use your Gift to scout ahead of them and keep watch. I will keep these fools occupied for the time being.~

~It will take almost three hours to gather everyone and then reach the river. Our troops are rather scattered right now,~ I Whispered, a small note of concern clear in my tone.

~Do not concern yourself with me Katrina,~ he Whispered back firmly. ~I gave you an order.~

~As you will, my Lord,~ I responded with a note of fond exasperation in my tone.

~Good girl,~ he purred back.

I hurried to find Vorador, hidden away in his smithy, and let him know the plan. Janos had gone back to his old retreat to study the pieces of the basin the Lordling had been using and would be unable to help us. Vorador had put aside his tools and led me to the library. He took a few moments to look over the map of the area before he nodded his agreement with Kain's plan.

It took a little less time then I'd initially thought in order to gather up the needed vampiric and human troops that we had, as well as to send out runners to Provance to request backup from those hidden there. I took wing as soon as I was able and, cloaked in my Gift, I flew above the others and guided them safely toward the attack point. Vorador kept me up in the sky just as Kain had suggested so that I could act as their eyes for any sneak attacks. I kept circling the now hectic battlefield to warn our troops of anyone attempting a flank attack.

~Katrina!~ Kain's voice snapped in my head suddenly over the Whisper. ~I need you to fly over to Nachtholme Cove and retrieve two younglings.~

~Younglings?~ I asked in confusion.

I signaled a second Whisper to let Vorador know that I was needed elsewhere for the moment and received a curt 'understood' from the Eldar. I turned and caught a thermal as I winged my way toward the Cove.

~Yes,~ his voice was both annoyed and somehow impressed. ~They are getting in my way.~

As I reached the cove I saw what he had meant by his words. It was the pair of twins that Nikolai and I had saved a little while back. Young as they were, they had somehow managed to climb up onto a ledge that could not be easily reached by men weighted down by armor. They both had bows and were firing arrow after arrow at the warriors that were trying, and failing, to kill Kain.

I noted with no small amount of amusement that their shots would often take out warriors that had been attempting to attack Kain from behind. He would suddenly spin around to find himself deprived of what would have been a perfectly timed killing blow. I couldn't help but laugh as I landed just above the kids on a smaller outcropping that proved to be just barely wide enough for my feet. I dug claws into the stone outcropping and let my Gift drop so that they could see me.

"Hello again you two," I called down to them in a voice that was gentle yet loud enough to be heard over the din of the combat around us.

The boys shot went wide as he turned to look up at me with a grin, blood from a scratch trailing down his cheek. His arrow still managed to nail a warrior one the ass while his sister very carefully timed her shot to strike another guard before she, too, turned to look at me with a joyful little expression. I heard Kain let out a frustrated, snarling roar in the distance.

~Get those two hellions out of here!~ he snarled out across the Whisper.

~You're just upset that they're stealing your kills,~ I responded with a mental laugh. ~I told you they had potential.~

~Away with you woman!~ he growled and I saw a head go flying in the distance as he vented his anger on viable targets.

I laughed again at his reaction and then dropped down to gather the two children up in my arms. They both wrapped their arms around my neck and tucked their legs up around my sides in a way that left my wings free.

"Hold tight to me you two," I ordered as I wrapped my Gift around us and then leapt straight up into the air.

I flew as quickly as I could back toward Ziegsturhl and the relative safety of our own forces. I winged around the battle and swooped down in order to land close to where the others had started to gather the rescued children. I flared my Aura as much as I could in warning of my approach and saw a few heads turn to look up just as I dropped my Gift and came in for a landing. I passed the kids over to Alma when she rushed over to my side.

"Keep an eye on these two for me, will you?" I asked her.

"Of course, these two and all the other younglings," Alma responded with a smirk. "You get back up in the sky now and watch our backsides deary."

I laughed softly at her response even as I coiled my Gift back around myself and leapt back up into the air.

"Already on it," I called down to her as I loosened my Gift just enough to be heard.

The battle below continued along the same vein as before and, even with the runes etched upon their armor and swords, the Sarafan troops found themselves badly outnumbered by our own men. There had been no sign of the Lordling amongst them though and that knowledge made me frown. As the fighting began to die down, Kain made his way to the main group. He was close enough for me to hear him as he let out a satisfied growl. He had noticed the fact that we had barely taken any losses.

His eyes then landed on me where I sat entertaining the twins and a few other younglings. I had let them climb over me and examine my wings as I spread them wide. Only on occasion did I need to let out a warning hiss when small fingers tugged too hard at my down-soft feathers. As he walked over, the twins jumped to their feet. He came to a halt with a frown as they bowed and curtsied respectively.

"Thank you once more for our lives Lord Kain," they said together.

I had to stifle a laugh when his eye twitched in response to their thanks. He stalked past them and as he did so he let his hands drop to briefly rest upon the tops of their heads. A touch that lasted for all of a seconds time. He stopped next to me and let out a soft growl that sent the children around me scattering with cries of subdued and somewhat relieved-to-be-alive laughter.

Most of the lot, including the twins, ended up next to Alma and she welcomed the sudden attention. I smiled up at Kain from where I sat and he held out a hand to me. I placed my hand in his and he pulled me gracefully to my feet. My wings fanned wide for a brief moment to help me maintain my balance. He reached out and let his fingers run down along the edge of one wing. I could feel the strength of his satisfaction with the success of our battle. I let said wing push further into his touch with a happy little purr of noise.

"You did well to notify me of the situation and in gathering the others my Little One," he said after a long moment. "Thanks to our efforts, both Ziegsturhl and Nachtholm have agreed to follow under my banner. We now hold control of four of the human cities."

"If only we could completely take over Meridian..." I started with a frown. I shook my head a moment later. "But I have no idea where the damned generator for the barrier is."

"I would not risk you going into that snake pit unless we knew exactly where to strike," he said with a low growl. "As it is, we must rely on what little human reconnaissance we have from those merchants that are allowed within the Keep. Back into the sky with you, my Little One. Scout ahead for us."

"Alright," I responded with a smile.

Before I leapt to the sky, I allowed my wing push against him in a small nudge. He smirked at me in response and watched me as I went airborne. Only once I was high in the sky again, did I let my Gift wrap back around me to conceal me from sight. I winged around the group a few times as stragglers rejoined the main body of our small army. I then turned to wing back toward the river crossing that we had used to reach the northern side of the river.

I circled back and forth. I would fly ahead for a few minutes before I then circled back and behind the others. I wanted to make sure that no one was attempting to flank the men and take them from behind by surprise. Once the lot were safely across the river, I flew ahead toward the canyons to make sure the path was clear. I'd barely reached the canyons themselves when something slammed into me. Hard. An odd tingling jolt pulsed through me in a way that both caused me to loose my hold on my Gift and forced me to impact against the ground hard. I let out a cry of startled pain as I tried to look over what had hit me.

It was net. A rune covered net!

I squirmed and writhed as I tried to get free of the heavy bindings that held me pinned to the ground. My strength had flagged beneath the power of the runes as they all but neutralized my vampiric side and I sound that I could no longer simply rip my way free of the thick ropes. I tried to reach through the Whisper to call out for help from the others and found even that vampiric ability hindered because of the runes.

Still, I tried to shout over the Whisper as loud as I could. I hoped that either version of Kain might be able to hear me. I continued to try to find a way to undo the net that had tangled closed around my form. Someone grabbed me by my hair suddenly and distracted me from my goal. I let out a satisfied sound when that same someone yelped and drew their now bloodied hand away. I heard the ringing sound of a sword being drawn from its' sheath and I tensed as I prepared for a blow that might well kill me.

"HOLD!" a voice cried out suddenly. It was the Lordling's voice.

Fuck, shit and damnation! I thought. I looked up and tensed as he approached my bound form.

"My Lord, you would have us spare demon spawn?" said the one who had drawn his sword. A sword that was now held with the point ready to stab down into my back.

"Demon spawn?" the Lordling echoed with a smile and a shake of his head. "She is no demon spawn, else she would be writhing in pain trapped as she is within that net. Or are you saying that you did not apply the runes properly?"

The man stiffened and straightened at the accusation that the Lordling threw his way. He lowered his sword to his side as he straightened and I relaxed minutely when the point was no longer held ready to sink into my flesh.

"My Lord, I have applied the runes to hundreds of nets," the man said with pride clear in his tone. "They have never failed to catch, wound and weaken our enemies."

"And yet this one is not screaming in pain, now is she?" the Lordling asked with a hum of breath. "It stands to reason that this is the one that I have been looking to free."

"My Lord?" one of the other guards asked in a confused tone.

I squirmed carefully beneath the netting and tried to cut at the bindings with my claws without the men noticing my movements. The ropes were of a steel-like metal weave however and I found that I could not to cut through them with my strength being sapped to that of an above average human.

"Come now, think man, think," the Lordling cooed out as he reached down to grab the net. He twisted the netting and forced me onto my back. I winced at the pressure that action put on my wings. "What hurts all vampires regardless of the centuries they have stolen by partaking of our blood, hmm?"

"Ah. Of course, My Lord," said yet another warrior.

I watched at that particular male pulled a water skin from his belt.

The next thing I knew cold water had been dumped over my head and I sputtered in anger and annoyance as the water soaked into my hair and clothes. I growled and bared my teeth at them as they stared at me with dumbfounded expressions. They had clearly been expecting me to start screaming in pain at the barest touch of water. Instead I glared contemptuously at them.

"See? This is the poor angel I have been trying to find. She who has been tortured and tormented by the vampires," the Lordling said as he grinned at me. Though his men could not see it, the smile on his lips was cold and cruel. "The poor angel is a tortured creature that needs our holy aid. Here, see the white amongst all these red feathers? The poor dear has had to have had her wings damaged badly time and time again to have them changed so from their natural, pure color."

He grabbed the net again as he spoke and forced me around so that I was suddenly pinned on my stomach. He then grabbed onto my right wing in an almost gentle grip and signaled for one of the men to hold up a torch. The men crowded around me as I tried once more to pull free and I heard them as they started to mutter to each other when they noticed the small patches of white that the Lordling had pointed out to them.

He was using the knowledge given to him by Auron to try to spin a viable reason for keeping me alive now that they had caught me. I could not even say that it was not a vampire that had caused me harm. Damn them both for this... this indignity! I twisted around in the net and tried to bite at the Lordling's hand even as I let out a hiss of rage. He grabbed a handful of my hair, careful to only grab at the top of my head in order to avoid the sharp spikes, and he held me still.

Damn these runes for leaving me so weakened! I though angrily. If only I could get free of this cursed net!

"Poor dear does not even know what she does, so abused is she. Come, let us get her back to the keep," he said. "We must tend to her and free her from the spells cast upon her."

A sudden pulse of magic flooded over me and I let out a startled gasp. My vision wavered and then dimmed as sleep a spell hit me and forced me into an unconscious state.

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I awoke slowly to consciousness once more and I let out a faint groan at the muddied sensation within my skull. I shook my head to try to clear away the spell induced fog that was clouding my thoughts. I realized that I was propped up on something soft and that my arms were also bound up above my head. I blinked away the last of the fog and looked around to try to figure out where I was. It took a few moments, but I realized that I was in the Sarafan Lordling's room.

I frowned when I realized that I was sitting upon a queen-sized bed, propped up close to the headboard. When I glanced up I saw that my wrists were bound above me with Hylden-runed shackles. Shackles that were connected to a chain that looped through a ring bracketed to the wall above the headboard. The chain ran to the ceiling to where yet another ring projected from the wall and from there to a thick hook on the far wall to the right of me.

I blinked a few times and then looked myself over. I contained a sigh of relief and found myself grateful that I was still dressed. I started to test the bindings to see if I could somehow pull free of them when a hand brushed against my left wing. I let out a warning hiss as I pulled away from that touch and I rolled as far as the chain would allow me to so. I ended up in a crouch with as much distance between myself and the one who touched me. The Lordling stood next to the bed with his hand outstretched and a smirk on his lips.

"Auron has told me quite a bit about you my dear," he said with a dark grin as he tapped his finger against the stone necklace. "His dear little wayward pet."

"I am no one's pet," I hissed at him as my wings flared in warning. "And Auron is nothing but a monster."

"Oh? A monster is he? Well then, I must say that he is a monster after my own heart," the Lordling said as he pressed a hand to his chest with a mocking bow. His eyes never left my own. "All I need to do in order to gain the power that I want here in Nosgoth, is return you to him. That is what I was testing when you so rudely interrupted my ritual that one night. I was performing a test to see if the Path Stone would indeed open the doors to another dimension as he said it would. It was a successful test, even if it did release another of your kin on this world."

I tugged harshly at the chain even as I growled at him. I filed the name of the necklace away for later even as I bared my fangs at him in threat.

"You are nothing but a pawn," I said to him in a snarling tone.

"Perhaps in some ways I am. But I am a powerful pawn and I will eventually own all of Nosgoth," he laughed cruelly. "You though, you will be returned to Auron."

"Auron cannot reach me here and I have no plans to ever suffer his touch again," I bit out through my teeth. "And you will be stopped, you foolish little bastard."

"Ah... as if you could do anything to stop me, human weak as you are right now thanks to those runes," he tilted his head and looked me over slowly as he licked his lips. "Auron has often complained to me that there is no equivalent magic to the Hylden runes in your Gaia. I imagine that it would have made breaking you so much easier. As for his touch... well..."

The Lordling's ice-blue eyes suddenly changed to black, a dark black that fairly glowed with malevolent light. A cruel laugh escaped his lips and his entire posture had changed. A sultry smile crossed his lips even as he drew a dagger from its' sheath at his waist. I flinched back when I recognized the posture and smile as Auron's. Fear flooded through me at that knowledge. He laughed again as I tried to move further back and strained against the bindings that held me trapped.

"Ah, the wonders of magic," he said in a voice that was a distorted, grotesque mix of both the Lordling's and Auron's voices. "I can ride the boy's flesh any time I wish at this point, all thanks to his magic and the Path Stone."

He twirled the dagger slowly between his fingers and then eased himself up onto the bed.

"Now... you and I need to have a talk my pet," he purred.

"Hell no!" I choked out as I kicked out at him with my leg.

Just because the runed shackles left me only human strong did not mean that I had lost the skills which I had learned in my time here. The blow landed as intended and knocked him back and nearly off of the bed. He let out a low growl before he lunged at me and punched me squarely in the jaw. I yelped as the blow, my reflexes dimmed as much as my strength and then kicked out again in order to try and push him back. I tried to stand on the bed to get into a better fighting stance and he waved his hand at me.

A burst of powerful magical lightning slammed into me and sent me to my knees with a hissing cry. I attempted to stifle the sound of pain that tried to escape my lips, knowing that he would enjoy it. He was upon me a moment later and the next I knew the dagger that he had been holding was buried deep in the inner thigh of my right leg. He twisted the dagger harshly as he forced my legs apart. He then wrapped his hand around my throat and settled himself along the line of my body. I snarled both at the weight that bore down on me and the pain that flared in my wings at being pinned one my back.

"Hush now, my pet," he purred out as he licked my cheek. "You are so eager to again feel pain at my hand, aren't you?"

"I am not.. your... pet!" I roared at him.

I grunted in pain as he twisted the dagger and then forced it deeper into my thigh. His hand tightened around my throat and as it did so, his thumb brushed over Kain's Mark in a way that made me twitch. It felt wrong, perversely wrong, for him to have touched that Mark. He jerked his hand back with a soft, enraged hiss of breath. When I looked, it appeared as if his thumb had been mildly burned. My eyes widened at the sight and I bit back a sound of pain when he suddenly wrenched my head back and to the side at a painful, exposed angle.

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WARNING SEXUAL ABUSE AHEAD. TRIGGER WARNING.

You have been warned!

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"What is this?" he asked in a deadly, dark tone as I felt a weakened pulse of his Aura push over me. A pulse that originated from the stone necklace. "What is this Pet?!"

I sneered at him and spat in his face instead of answering his question. He let go of my head and backhanded me hard across the face. I winced as the blow twisted my head to the side but made no sound. I continued to remain silent as I turned my head back around. I glared at him defiantly as I tucked my chin down and bared my teeth in threat once more. I wasn't going to tell the bastard a damned thing.

"Who Marked you?" he snarled and then roared in my face. "WHO MARKED YOU?!"

"Go fuck yourself," I hissed at him.

He backhanded me again and twisted the dagger harshly in my leg. I let out a grunt of pain and had to bite my lip to keep from crying out at the agony that flared in my thigh. I would not allow him the satisfaction of hearing me scream, not if I could help it. Again and again he slammed his fist into my body and I grunted at each impact but managed to keep from screaming out as I endured the onslaught. I'd survived beatings like this before without breaking and I would do so again. His hand abruptly closed around my neck and he forced my head back once more, forced me to bare my throat in a mockery of submission.

"Who marked you my pet? Was it that winged bastard that escaped the Hylden realm?" he snarled into my face. "Are you his willing little whore now? Or perhaps that green-skinned Eldar who led the attack on the Sarafan Lord's troops to save the little ones two nights ago now? He is as much a sadist as I am from what my host has told me. Did you go to him for the pleasure to be found in pain instead of returning to my side? Who did you give yourself to pet?!"

I spat into his face again and tried to twist my head down to bite his arm. If I could only sink my fangs into the human and feed upon him to weaken the bastard whose skin Auron was riding, I might well be able to get away. Another jolt of electricity snapped through me though when I tried to bite him and my body jerked. I let out a cry of pain that I somehow could not suppress.

"The boy's magic makes this so much easier," he growled. Rage still suffused his tone.

He sneered at me and reached down. He to started to yank off my pants and I let out an enraged shout. I struggled against him and I tried to kick at him with my free leg. A longer pulse of electricity coursed through my body and it caused me to spasm uncontrollably. He used that time to tear off my pants in a way that yet left the dagger embedded to the hilt in my right thigh. Clawless fingers started to scratch harshly over my inner thigh. He then moved his finger higher and began to rub at my folds.

I hissed in rage at that touch and tried to pull back from his now questing fingers. His hand closed over my crotch and a strong burst of that electrical magic flooded painfully right into my core. I yowled and bucked as pain tore through me in a near blinding wave of pure agony. I tried to pull away from his grasp as he let out a cruel laugh.

"It is so much easier to make you scream this way," he growled out in that dual voice with a dark grin. His voice changed to a mockery of gentleness. "Tell me who marked you pet and I will stop. Know as well that I will kill the bastard or bitch that dared to Mark what is mine. I will make you watch as I rip out their heart before you. I will take away whatever shred of protection you think they might have offered to you. You Are Mine."

"N-never!" I managed to hiss out despite the continued onslaught of pain.

He chuckled darkly as he pulled his hand away. I slumped against the bed and gasped for breath. My body continued to jerk and twitch from the pain even though the flood of electrical magic had halted when he had removed his hand. He smirked down at me and trailed a finger down along the line of my stomach.

"The boy is right," he purred out idly in that dual-voice.

I realized that the Lordling was somehow still aware of what was going on. I snarled in rage and started to struggle in earnest at the realization that they were both aware of what Auron was doing as he rode the boy's body.

"I should check to be certain, shouldn't I?" he purred out in a threatening tone,

"Don't you fucking touch me!" I roared at him.

I then screamed with fury and indignation as two fingers suddenly plunged into my core. He started to prod and twist his fingers around within me and I tried to pull away from that foul touch. His fingers hooked within me and then spread wide as he started to force my core to open for him. I let out another roar of denial as I bucked and struggled to free myself of his touch.

"If you are no longer my innocent little pet," he purred darkly as he used the grip he had on the dagger buried in my thigh to keep my legs spread wide, "then it does not matter if I am gentle with you any more, now does it? I will have what is mine. Yield to me now and I will at least gift you some pleasure as I take your body and spill seed within you."

"No! NO! Let me GO! Damn you!" I screamed out.

I was near to tears at that point and I tried frantically to pull away from him. He started to thrust his fingers in and out of my body harshly. He hooked those fingers within me in order to drag his nails painfully against my inner walls. If he'd have had claws, he would have slashed me open. I hissed at him and tried to kick out at him again. He blocked my weakened blow and laughed at me.

"Ah, then we will continue to have our fun, my Pet. Scream nice and loud for the both of us now," he said in a dark voice.

He twisted the dagger in my leg again even as he rammed a third finger into me. I struggled to choke down the sudden, strong urge to sob as those fingers scissored within me and forced me open, forced me to take them deep. I desperately poured every ounce of energy I had into a focused, Whispered shout to the one person that might be able to help me, to save me.

~KAIN!~

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