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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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Edits as of 05/2016

Raz and Eldar Kain POV first folks. They are wanting a more active role in things what with shit going on in the background.

Chapter Twenty-five: Road to Recovery

Raziel had seen his Sire enter random seeming rages before.

Sometimes those periods of rage were violent and destructive, leading towards events that left him and his brothers ordering extensive repairs to the Sanctuary of the Clans or to Kain's personal Retreat and to seeing to the well-being of anyone unlucky enough to have crossed Kain's path.

Sometimes the rages were quiet and cold, but no less dangerous to one's continued good health. Especially as their Sire tended to order Raziel and his brethren to attack him in... training sessions that always ended poorly for the Brother's regardless of what tactics they might have used in their attempts to defeat, or simply defend against, their enraged Sire.

Raziel and his brothers had needed to learn swiftly the methods and means to keep themselves, their own first-'born' lieutenants and even the human servants, out of their Eldar's way when he was in such a state in order to avoid major injury. They had even been lucky enough in the early centuries of the empire to have been able to direct their powerful Sire's ire at the unfortunate souls that had yet fought under the fading banner of the Sarafan.

Raziel had only recently begun to realize that those fell moods had to have been brought about by Kain's attempts to monitor the Chronoplast and see what outcomes might occur if he took 'X' action over 'Y' and what the potential results would be if he did so. Many of those rages might well have been Kain railing against what he would have to do to Raziel himself. His favored and trusted first-born...

What Raziel had never had before, was the... distinct pleasure... of witnessing one of those moods as they developed. While Raziel could not feel the full press of time as he had when he was one of the pivotal players in a temporal event, both when he had chosen not to kill Kain and when Kain had initially prevented the Reaver from consuming Raziel himself, he could still feel the edges of time as they shifted and twisted in faint ripples around his Sire whilst Eldar Kain stared at the city of Meridian and rubbed a talon against his temple. Blue-gold eyes had flashed hunter's white multiple times over the past ten minutes alone and his expression had gone dark with a rage and loathing so strong that Raziel had felt his own flight instincts pulse with the need to flee. Yet he stood his ground and remained in place, unwilling to move even an iota of an inch lest he draw the Eldar's attention to himself.

Eldar Kain's face slowly relaxed and then settled on an expression of dark pride. The faint ripples that Raziel had been sensing suddenly faded completely with a small burst of energy that crackled against him like a mild shock to the skin. Eldar Kain took a slow breath and let it out in a dangerous sounding, sub-harmonic rumble. Raziel shivered at that sound and knew instantly that his Sire had settled into one of his colder rages.

Eldar Kain slowly turned and Raziel remained as still as he could as the older vampire approached him and came to a halt just in front of him. Eldar Kain slowly raised a talon and trailed that sharp digit along Raziel's jaw, opening a cut that rapidly healed as he did so. Raziel remained still even then, unwilling to flinch under that harsh touch even as he steadily met Eldar Kain's gaze. His Sire finally leaned forward to lick away the line of blood that had been drawn with a dark and approving growl at Raziel's lack of flinching.

"You did well this night my Raziel," Eldar Kain said in Raziel's ear.

"What of Lady Katrina?" Raziel asked in a careful tone.

"She proved to have the temper of a caged wild-cat buried underneath that kind heart of hers," his Sire responded with a faint quirk of his lips, though his eyes yet remained hard as stone. "The road to recovery will take time, but she has taken the greatest step forward by telling her chosen Clan what has happened."

"I do not imagine that Janos, nor Vorador, reacted well then," Raziel said with a droll tone.

He couldn't help the mild wince as fangs suddenly brushed his neck when Kain leaned forward again. The Eldar's tongue passed over his neck slowly to lick away the newly drawn trail of blood and Raziel successfully fought back the desire to issue a warning growl. He had learned well the kinds of punishment his Sire could issue if one was foolish enough to even attempt to challenge the Eldar whilst he was in such a foul state.

"Janos is not one prone to violence if he can help it," Eldar Kain said with an amused rumble. "Yet he made it plain what he would... attempt... to do if my younger self pushes his chosen Childe too quickly after what she has been put through. Vorador is not the overly protective sort, yet he too will show his concern in his own twisted way. But it is not his, nor Vorador's reaction that surprises me. No... Alma has become a little bit more important to the timeline. An interesting development that."

"Alma?" Raziel frowned but realized that he suddenly had faint, hazy memories of someone by that name. "I... remember that name all of a sudden from my... early fledgling years? Vorador as well."

"One of Vorador's Brides. I had to tend to the six of you by myself the first time around, unruly lot that you were. Now I had aid for the first fifty years," Eldar Kain said as he shifted and started past Raziel. "Come, we need to visit the Chronoplast. Katrina's enraged breakdown was unexpected, considering how many more likely reactions she could have had. I need to examine what else has changed because of it."

Raziel trailed warily after his Sire, mindful that the older vampire might well desire a fight later on and he found himself hoping that they would come across a group of foolish Sarafan vampire hunters. At least that would give Eldar Kain the chance to vent his rage on something that he could actually kill.

*-*/-Katrina POV-**-*

I will be the first to admit that I was not an easy person to deal with over the months that followed my capture and subsequent escape. The smallest things would either send me into a rage or had me trying to find a place where I could just be alone. With Kain's blanket order for me not to be left by myself, finding a place to be alone was all but impossible. Oft times he would find me himself when I tried to hide myself away and, in an attempt to pull me out of my fits of depression, he would force me into a no-holds-barred fight that tended to end with us both a bloody mess. The first time we had fought in such a manner, I had come out of my battle-rage with a startled sense of sudden clarity when I realized that we were both covered in blood and healing wounds. I had apologized for wounding him so, even though I was the one that was the worst off after the fight. Bare seconds after the words had left my mouth and he had used my dazed state in order to pin me down. I had then received another painful and scolding bite to the ear from him both for my inattentiveness during a fight and due to the unnecessary apology.

"You need to let this rage out somehow," he said me in a firm voice as he pulled his fangs free from my ear. He licked at the wound as it healed. "It is best that I deal with it directly lest you accidentally take it out on one of the humans, like your Nikolai."

"I understand why you are doing it," I said and I rubbed at my ear with a soft grumble of noise. "I still don't like that I hurt you while blinded by rage."

"Then learn to harness that rage, my Little One," he purred as he stood and helped me to my feet. "Perhaps you might even win one of our matches if you are able to do so."

A part of me took that as a challenge and, though he always won our later bouts, I still managed to put him through his paces a time or two as I improved.

Alma kept to her word and had tried to teach me a little bit of magic in order to help me grow my hair back out. Problem was, and somehow I was not all that surprised by the discovery, I had absolutely no talent with magic outside of my natural vampiric based Gifts to sense and see others' Aura's and make myself invisible. I could not even muster up the magic to light a single small candle and she'd had me try to do so for over an hour before she finally gave up and went to get the two Eldar's for their opinions. Vorador and Janos confirmed that any magical abilities I might develop over the years would end up being Gift based and that, while I could very well study magical theory and learn to recognize signs of it being used, I would never be able to cast a normal spell myself. Alma took that knowledge in stride and had ended up casting the spell she had been trying to teach me herself. Within the next few days my hair was back down to the middle of my back and braided once more with spiked studded leather strips. Spikes that were now hollowed out and filled with small amounts of a poison that would be deadly to humans, though did nothing to vampires or even half-bloods.

We had tested my reaction to a small amount of the poison just to be certain that I would not suffer negative effects if I was not careful of the spikes myself.

Kain had been pleased to see my hair long and plated once again into my usual braid. I'd entered the room where I'd had my breakdown, a room that had been tidied up, maps and papers either repaired or replaced and a new, ornate looking table put into place, and he had reached out to hold the braid loosely in his hand for a moment after I had made my way over to his side. He had then brushed his claws lightly through the feathers of my left wing before he then turned back to the map he had been examining when I had walked in. He may not have been one to show public displays of affection, but after my capture he had started to touch my wings and back more often in idle gestures that could easily be overlooked if others saw him. It was a twitchy kind of comfort, but one that I was grateful for.

Kain could not always be by my side of course, he had an empire to build after all, and as such either Janos, Alma or Nikolai made a point of it to be nearby whenever Kain was out fighting. Janos offered me the comfort of a father's arms, Alma and I became closer and she offered the comfort of a teacher as she began to teach me vampiric etiquette 'worthy of a high-born lady' and Nikolai continued to be my closest confidant and friend. Even Vorador made a point of checking in on me as his 'little sister' and, though he continued to be an ass about it all, I found myself grateful that they were all there for me.

Despite the outlets made available to me by the others though, I found that I had a budding destructive desire to help in the currently slow dismantling of the partially ruined Sarafan Keep. Namely by scrambling to remember what I'd learned in school about how black powder was originally made so that I could blow the entire thing up in one fell swoop. Charcoal, sulfur and... a third item. I scrounged through many of Vorador's and Janos' older tomes, the ones in which I could easily recognize the writing within, in order to see if there were any signs that the Ancients had known how to make such a thing. That search proved fruitless as all of their destructive arts had been centered around magical spells and rune work. I eventually gave up the search when I realized that I was about to open a can of worms that Kain did not need to deal with, specifically that black powder would lead to the potential development of guns. There was also the fact that I could not recall such weapons ever having existed on Nosgoth, even in the later days of Kain's empire portrayed by the events of the Soul Reaver game. I remembered flamethrowers, yes... but not guns.

When Vorador had made a mock-gift of a dress of all things near to three months after the attack, and about a week after I had given up my search for how to go about making black powder and set fire to all of the parchment that I had been using to store my notes, my destructive urges firmly settled upon pyromania. It didn't help that the fucking thing was pink... and frilly of all things.

Vorador had simply handed me a good-sized box as he passed me in the hall one day without a single word and he had only issued a dark smirk when I had flashed him a perplexed look. I had opened the box up slowly, filled with a sense of careful, wary confusion and had found a pink, frilly, monstrosity within the innocuous seeming box. I'd stared at it blankly for several long minutes before I had made my way up to the roof of the Blue Lady. Being made of brick as the building was, it was a safe place for the sudden urge that had hit me. I then gathered together what I could to all but ritually set fire to the damned poofy looking thing. I sat down on the edge of the roof and watched the flames as they crackled away merrily. I hummed a soft melody to myself as I watched the soothing, flickering light.

Janos and Kain both found me when the dress was roughly at the point of being mostly consumed by the flames. Janos had looked concerned while Kain simply looked bemused at what I was doing, though there was a residual sense of upset to both of the males Aura's. I had only realized a few days later that the both of them had actively needed to search me out as I had somehow managed to avoid everyone else without even meaning to in my impromptu desire to deal with the dress as I had. Everyone had simply taken my purposeful stride to mean that I was meeting up with one of the others and had left me in peace rather then ask questions. That event alone had helped me to realize that if you acted like you belong in a particular place, most people would not consciously pay you any mind.

"Why... are you setting fire to clothing my Childe?" Janos asked in a confused voice whilst he blinked at the burning pile.

"Blame Vorador," I said simply as I continued to watch the flames flicker away.

The two vampires shared a curious and bewildered look. Kain moved over to my side and brushed the tips of his claws over the edge of my left wing. I twitched at the touch, but did not turn my attention from the flames.

"And why pray tell, would we blame Vorador for your sudden urge to burn clothing of all things?" Kain asked in a bemused tone.

"That clothing was a dress that he decided to give to me," I said as I pointed to the pile of burning cloth. "A very pink and very frilly dress."

Kain snorted softly in amusement at my words and Janos let out a soft sigh.

"And thus the best response was to burn it, my Childe?" Janos said in a tone that was both mildly scolding and relieved.

"I like some cute things, like animals and such," I said with a wave of my hand, "but I don't do dresses and I most especially don't do 'cutesy' outfits like that... monstrosity. It does not help things either when Alma keeps trying to convince me to let her tailor a dress for me... eugh. Pants and a shirt thank you..."

I stood and waved them back as I pulled free a skin of water that I had grabbed earlier. I poured water over the fire and carefully stomped out the last of the embers. I paused and glanced up at the ruins of the Keep in the distance. I felt my expression darken as I gazed upon the sight. I still wanted to blow the damned thing up, it would be satisfying, but the consequences of continuing my research into such a thing outside of magical means could be disastrous and I would not risk it. I found myself briefly wondering what the melting point of brick and mortar was and I let out a thoughtful hum of breath.

I felt a hand brush against my lower hip and I let out a startled hiss. I swiped my claws down at the sudden and offending touch. A touch at my waist and up and somehow I was alright with it, but if anyone touched me any lower than my waist and it would set me off, even if it was Kain's touch. Which in this case, it was. He caught my wrist easily in his hand before my strike could land and he let out a soft warning-growl. I glared at him for a long moment regardless of the threat sound as I worked through the sudden flash of anger. I let out a huff of breath seconds later and lowered my gaze with just the slightest tilt of my head to acknowledge his status as 'Alpha'. I was feeling particularly defiant that night though and even as I tilted my head I tried to pull my wrist free of his grasp. He held tight to my wrist and Janos began to speak as if nothing had happened, though the older vampire watched the two of us closely out of the corner of his eye.

"We were coming to find you in order to let you know that I was successfully able to discover something regarding the Hylden Basin you found," Janos said and I turned my attention to him with a raised brow. "The runes upon it were not of any use. What was important was that it was not made here in Nosgoth. It was created from materials that can only be found within the demon realm that the Hylden are currently sealed in."

I tilted my head at that and frowned, "So the asshat was using the Basin as what... a focal point to open the portal to where the Hylden are sealed?"

"We believe so," Kain said satisfactorily, though he still hadn't let go of my wrist. "As this Path Stone originates from your own world, we have cause to believe that the Stone itself will allow for a stable pathway to be opened back to your Gaia. What we needs must confirm is what you would need from Nosgoth in order to return here to us and at the appropriate time. Would you have to leave the Path Stone that the Lordling has here in order to keep the link between Nosgoth and Gaia active? Or would you instead have to travel with the stone and use something else as your link back to us? We need to figure this out so that we do not leave an enemy at our backs. First thought, we must deal with the enemy before us."

"Right... right," I reached up and tugged lightly at my braid with my free hand, mindful of the spikes. I let out a growling sigh a moment later. "The fuckwit."

"Katrina," Janos said with a sigh and a twitch of his wings "Is such language truly necessary my Childe?"

My own wings flared slightly in threat in response to his words and I glared at him as I straightened my shoulders.

"I'm not even going to dignify the son of a bitch by even calling him a 'lordling' any more," I hissed out softly. "I can always come up with something else to call him."

"Something that would be far more inappropriate, I am sure," Janos said with a shake of his head and a faint, exasperated smile crossed his lips.

"Yup," I responded with a dark smirk of my own.

I tried to tug my wrist free once more and Kain's grip tightened for a brief moment in a warning to be mindful of my temper before he finally let go of my wrist. He turned to walk toward the edge of the roof and called out to us over his shoulder.

"Janos, go back inside. Katrina, come, we are going to the Keep," Kain said in a dark seeming tone of voice. "We have a few new prisoners to deal with."

A moment later his entire form seemed to shudder and then dissolved into a cloud of bats that circled the rooftop once. I let out a faint noise of surprise, wondering when he got that particular ability back. I shared a confused look with Janos, who could only offer me a shrug of his shoulders and wings. Kain had never before had me follow him when he had to interrogate a group of prisoners, so what had changed? Why would he need or want me to come along with him this time?

"Go along my Childe, the skies of Meridian are safe enough for us now," Janos said as he gave my shoulder a pat.

I nodded my head to him and then leapt into the air. I swiftly caught a thermal in order to wing after Kain's bat form, which had not in truth gone that far. The bats circled back around and looped around my form once I was in the sky before they turned to wing straight for the Keep. As we neared the deconstruction site several of the humans, many long loyal to the Cabal, raised their heads and their hands in acknowledgement of our approach. When we had landed, and Kain had reformed into his normal state, a youngish-feeling vampire walked over and bowed low to Kain with his fist over his chest.

"My Lord Kain," the vampire said. "As we advised Lord Vorador, we successfully caught three humans out of a group of twelve that had been attempting to sneak into Meridian through what had been an escape tunnel that was built into the lower levels of the Keep."

Kain started past the younger vampire as he headed into the undamaged portion of the Keep and down to where the dungeons still remained mostly intact. Both I and the youngling moved to follow, myself at Kain's side at an equal pace and the other vampire making sure to stay a step behind us out of respect.

"You have sealed the path to ensure that no more fools attempt to sneak into my city?" Kain asked in a stiff tone.

"Yes, Lord Kain," came the prompt response. "We blockaded the path and placed guards around the general area. Several scouts are also checking the undamaged portions of the Keep to see if there are any other such routes."

"Good," Kain let out a satisfied huff of noise at the report. "Have the fools stated their purpose behind their suicidal attack?"

"M'lord," here the vampire hesitated and glanced at me. I raised a brow at him and he looked back to Kain. "They attacked us on sight, all while demanding that we... um... that we release the... 'angel' that we have enslaved."

I felt my lips purse together as I frowned and Kain shot a questioning look in my direction when he noticed my expression. I let out a low growl as I spoke to him. I had not talked much beyond my initial outburst about what had happened to me and the others, Kain included, had been allowing me my space and had not forced me to speak on just how I had been caught and what had happened after that. This... this was information he needed to know however and I clenched my jaw as I worked up the resolve to explain just why the youngling's report was so important.

"The Bastard and his men had caught me in a Hylden runed net while I was flying ahead of the troops," I told him in a dark tone. "He then had his men dump water on me. He used the knowledge that Auron had given him to spin a tale that I was a 'tortured angel' and not a vampire, as I hadn't reacted with pain to either the net nor to the water. His men believed the lie."

"Hmm, a clever tactic," Kain said with a low growl as he tapped at his chin. "Still, this may prove problematic. Zealots always fight hardest for the cause they follow."

"Then everyone under his banner will be actively trying to catch me alone again," I growled out. I shook my head in annoyance and my wings ruffled against my shoulders in agitation. "If I could but conceal my shadow, then I could continue to act as a scout for you..."

"But as it is, you can no longer do so," Kain said knowingly. "Not unless you are paired with at least one watcher in order to protect against another capture."

My wings flared away from my shoulders, plainly revealing my annoyance before I could control the twitch. I had to roll my shoulders before I could draw them back against me so that they hung cloak-like around me once more. Near to three months since the attack, and my subsequent escape, and I still had not been allowed to participate in any missions. Part of it was because of my budding temper which I still had trouble controlling and part of it was because Kain and the others still believed that I was not yet ready to go out on any missions alone. As a result of everyone's good intentions, I had developed a clear case of cabin fever and I longed mightily to be allowed to go out on my own once more. That I would be forced to have a minder, a watcher, a... a bloody babysitter... ! Even if I was able to go on naught but a simple scouting mission...! It was a thought that angered me immensely.

"Ah... the prisoners are this way M'lord," the younger vampire said as he moved ahead of us at a slightly faster clip. He had mostly likely sensed my darkening Aura and wanting to be clear of any potential outburst.

"You have something to say, my Little One?" Kain asked in a low voice as we continued to walk down the halls that led to the dungeons.

"I am getting overtired of constantly being watched over," I hissed out softly as I kept pace with him.

"A growing sense of pride is all well and good Katrina," Kain said and his tone darkened to hold the faintest hint of warning. "However, you have yet to control that growing temper of yours. Learn to curb yourself and come to understand and accept the fact that to go out alone on a mission in the future would be folly. If you can manage such, then we will talk."

I could not seem to help the flash of anger that seared through me. I knew my eyes had flickered hunter's white for a brief moment as I turned and snarled at him.

"You are one to talk about controlling one's 'sense of pride'!" I said in a low snarl.

Barely a half of a second after the words had finished leaving my mouth and I found myself suddenly pinned against the cold stone wall with Kain's arm at my throat. I let out a half-choked snarl of breath and tried to struggle free of his grasp. His Aura flared and my own Aura flared in response as my wings tried to mantle in warning, in challenge, despite their being pinned against the wall. I kicked out at him with a growl and tried to dig my right knee into his side in my attempt to break free. He twisted his body to the side and caught my upper leg in his free hand before the blow could land. Claws dug harshly into my inner thigh and I froze as rage instantly started to turn into panic as I abruptly recalled the dagger and what had followed. I jerked back with a reflexive snarl that turned into a yelp as I cracked my skull painfully against the stone wall.

Rage warred with fear in my mind and I glared into Kain's now diamond hard gaze as I tried to hold onto my anger and not give into the fear caused by painful memories. His grip remained a firm and unchanging hold upon my thigh but the pressure upon my neck increased incrementally in warning. His voice snarled through my mind as he Whispered to me rather then speak aloud. I would only come to understand later that he had allowed me an unprecedented amount of leeway concerning my outburst. In keeping his words to me private, and giving me the chance to calm, he was showing his favor of me whilst still making it plain to anyone who had witnessed the event that he would not tolerate such outbursts with impunity, even from me.

~Curb yourself now Katrina,~ he said in a dark mental snarl. ~Or do you wish me to issue a public chastisement before sending you back to your adopted Sire's side like a wayward fledge? I have no qualms against doing so if you choose to force my hand Little One. Is this wild sense of pride so strong that you would risk my ire with a childish fit?~

Embarrassment at the threat flared through me and I had to fight against the urge to bare my fangs at him. A part of me refused to back down however and I kept my gaze locked on his even as I struggled to relax the rest of my body and tried pull my Aura under control. I might well be young yet, but I was no fledge to be sent home with my metaphorical tail between my legs. Inch by inch I relaxed in his grip. Though he did not remove the pressure from my throat, his grip on my thigh did loosen and his claws eased from my flesh so that the small wounds could heal. His expression had also relaxed minutely as I yielded to him, though he still looked stern and somewhat angry. My Aura pulsed faintly in a brief burst of warning when he began to rub his thumb firmly against my thigh and I had to mentally scramble to get it back under control as I breathed in harshly through my nose.

Kain let me go abruptly and I had to catch myself against the wall once his grip upon my leg was gone in order to avoid falling to the ground in an undignified heap. He crossed his arms and stared at me with a severe expression on his face and I had to stop myself from wincing at the look in his eyes. I straightened my shirt and half-twitched my wings in an attempt to un-ruffle the feathers before I pulled them in to rest upon my shoulders once more. My gaze never left his as I tilted my head just enough for it to count as a token baring of my throat to show that I had yielded to his commanding presence.

He let out a dark hum of noise, a satisfied thrum that echoed through my bones, before he turned to continue down the hall at a faster clip. I lengthened my stride to catch up to him and then slowed carefully to match his pace once I was at his side once more. The younger vampire had stopped to nervously await us next to the doorway to the dungeons and he moved to open it for us as we approached. Both of us passed the male without word.

By scent alone we easily found where the three humans were jailed in one of the cells and, as we came to a halt in front of the cell, two of the three males burst to their feet with human-weak growls. The third remained where he was against the wall at the very back of the cell. He had even flashed a bemused look towards his compatriots when they jumped up. Strange.

"Monstrous bastard!" one of the men shouted. "How dare you taunt us with our failure to save the Fair One by bringing her here like some sort of leashed animal to be shown off!"

Kain gave a dark chuckle at the man's words.

"Do you see a leash 'round her neck?" he asked in a dry tone.

"Release her from whatever fell magics that you have cast upon her you demon!" the second one cried out. He slammed his fist against the bars of the cell with a clang of noise.

I ignored the pair as Kain continued to taunt them with my willing presence and focused on the third male. He watched me with dark and hungry look in his eyes. My gaze narrowed on him and I frowned. Why was he looking at me so? He smiled suddenly, a dark and foul sneer of his lips, and then licked his lips whilst he looked me over slowly with those hungry seeming eyes. I realized with a cold sense of dread that this one had followed along on their assigned mission not out of any sense of holy duty, no, but most likely because he had been promised the reward of my own body at some point had they been successful in capturing me again.

I almost flinched back when he raised his eyes to meet mine again but Kain's voice abruptly coiled through my mind in a way that made me realize that he had also been paying attention to the third human despite his apparent focus on taunting the man's companions.

~Still yourself Katrina,~ he ordered in a firm and cold tone. ~If you react by retreating then you give him just what he wants; a taste of your fear.~

I forced down that sensation of fear and focused instead on my anger. I bared my fangs at the human in a vicious sneer. I crossed my arms as I met the man's gaze and his eyes flashed briefly with surprise before he narrowed his gaze on me. He flashed me a lazy smirk a moment later and tilted his head at me. I snapped my gaze back towards Kain when he reached out with his Telekinetic Gift without even a hint of a warning. He slammed one of the two ranting fanatics into the back wall with his Gift hard enough to break bone and and skull. Blood and gore was sent outward in a wide spray of fluid both over the man that still sat silently against the wall and over the other remaining ranter. Both of the humans let out varying sounds of shock; the one by the bars let out a sudden, mourning sound of denial at the sudden death of his friend and the one who had been eyeing me so intently let out a sound of disgust at suddenly being covered with blood and brain matter.

"Monster!" the fanatical human roared in outrage and shock.

"Can't you come up with a more original insult?" I growled out in annoyance.

"Fair One, please! Fight what compulsion he has on you!" the human cried out as he turned to look at me in entreaty.

I rolled my eyes and let out a huff of breath as I looked away from the male. I kept a bored expression upon my face. Kain chuckled darkly at my reaction and I looked back over when Kain lifted the man into the air by his throat with his Telekinetic Gift. The third man against the wall stood slowly as he watched Kain and he idly flicked a bit of flesh from his shoulder. There was an odd kind of wary acceptance in the man's eyes along with a strange kind of viciousness.

"Your continued fanaticism has become droll," Kain said with an idle kind of growl to his voice.

A moment later and there was another pulse of energy from Kain. His eyes flashed hunter's white as the human fell limp, held in place with that Telekinetic hold. Kain's eyes changed back to normal a few seconds later and he shook his head as he snapped the man's neck with a small twist of his power.

"And you do not have the information I seek," he rumbled. "A pity that."

I realized that Kain had used his Charm ability in order to try to gain some sense of where the Sarafan Asshat might be hiding after his escape. Kain let the body drop to the ground with a loud thud and he turned his attention to the remaining human within the cell. The man watched the two of us warily but seemed completely unsurprised at the abrupt deaths of his companions. Kain flicked the cell door open with another small flex of power and then stalked into the cell.

"As for you," Kain growled out.

He grabbed the man's arm before he could even begin to defend himself. In fact he did not even seem to try which surprised me. Kain twisted the man's arm and forced the human male to his knees. The male still made no move to fight back. I tilted my head in confusion. Was he hoping for leniency if he did not fight us or what he simply resigned to death?

"You are no fanatic," Kain purred out in a deadly tone. "A mercenary I take it?"

"Gold's got a sweet song," the man hissed out with a pained laugh and a nod of acknowledgement. "My own fault for sidin' with cranks. If you're wonderin' where the little Lord ran off to, then you're wastin' your time. No one knows where he is. We're gettin' orders through communication crystals nowadays."

"You... are being surprisingly talkative," I said with a frown from where I yet stood outside of the cell.

"Weren't paid for my silence. Point in fact, I was told that if I were caught to share what I knew with you if I saw ya," he said with another pained laugh. "Winged whore."

I could feel my expression darken even as Kain swiftly snapped the man's arm. The pain forced a scream from the male. Kain lifted the human into the air by his broken arm and the man let out a groaning laugh through the pain.

"I ain't... the only one that's... been promised the bitches body if we catch her," he said as he sneered down at Kain. "Bind her with those runed shackles and she's weak as any other slut and just as eager to be ruined and broken open on someone's cock."

I stalked my way into the open cell even as I felt my rage flare. Kain's suddenly stern gaze stopped me before I had taken more then a few paces into the cell. I let out a low growl as I came to a halt and I frowned at him as my wings spread outward and twitched with my agitation. Kain then looked back to the male and he reached up to force the man's head back at a painful angle.

"You human's constantly forget who your betters are," he growled softly. "Know your place."

"Ya want to know something fun?" the human said in a strained voice as he grinned down at Kain and ignored the implied threat. "I was one of the little Lord's guards while he was here. The winged harlot's got a real sweet scream. Enough to make a man hard just hearin' her squeal."

I felt myself pale even as Kain let out a snarl of rage at the male's audacity The thought that someone else had been nearby... had heard me and had enjoyed it as the bastard's had... had...

I felt my face go blank and I lunged forward with wings flared. I stabbed my hand into the man's chest viciously in order to dig my claws into his heart. He let out a satisfying choked sound when I crushed his heart in my hand. I ripped my hand out of his chest and pulled his heart out as I did so. I then threw the crushed organ to the ground as the man's eyes dimmed and he let out a dying gurgle of noise. I watched with a dark sense of detached satisfaction as the light left his eyes.

Kain tossed the body to the side a moment later. I closed my eyes and trembled for a long moment as I tried to reign in my rage. I needed to control it, I really did. Especially if...

Kain's hand closed upon my hip in a gentle grip and I instantly clamped my hand around his wrist even as my eyes flew wide open. I took a slow, shaky breath and then let go of his wrist a moment later. He used that grip on my hip to turn me toward the open cell door. I followed the push and moved to stalk out of the dungeon, out of the ruined Keep and into the open air at a rapid clip. Kain's hand again pushed against my hip when I came to a brief halt once we were outside again. When I glanced at him, he indicated the street ahead of us with a tilt of his head.

He wanted us to walk back, not fly.

I nodded my head in agreement and started down the route that he had indicated. Neither of us spoke as we walked. No asking if I was alright. No kind words. No false platitudes. No promises that nothing like what had happened would happen again, because there was always the chance that I could be caught again. Just the comforting weight of his presence next to mine as we walked the streets openly on the way back to Sanctuary. I stopped outside the door of the Blue Lady when we reached the building and I turned to look at Kain. He raised a brow at me and I frowned faintly. As much as I wanted to continue to help, as much as I felt my movements were restricted... I let out a gusty sigh as I looked away from him and I tugged lightly at my braid.

"Who would you partner me with?" I asked finally.

"Alma," his response was swift. He'd already put thought into this. "She is the eldest of Vorador's Bride's and would be the best suited to pair you with considering her age and skill."

"Makes sense," I said with a shrug of my shoulder. "It helps that we are getting along better."

He tilted his head at me, "No arguments?"

"No... no not if..." I sighed and shook my head slightly.

The cold knowledge that the bastard and many of his men intended to pass me around if I was caught again was a strong deterrent against demanding that I be allowed on a mission without some sort of backup. My wings tightened around my shoulders and I shuddered at the thought. What I had been put through had been bad enough. I did not wish to be put through worse.

"No more arguments," I said to him in a soft voice.

"Hnn, we will see if this calm of yours lasts," he rolled his shoulders and nodded his head.

He pushed open the door of the building and gave another firm nudge to my hip with his hand. I raised a brow at him as I pushed down the urge to again grab at his wrist but my fingers still twitched and my claws unsheathed briefly. I took a deep breath and calmed myself before I raised a brow at him questioningly.

He was being a tad... pushy... today. Literally.

"Room," he ordered simply.

I felt my wings twitch and flare slightly with my nervousness. I wondered what he could be planning. I nodded my head at the command though and started inside the building to head toward our room. We passed Nikolai and Janos talking in the hall and I offered the two of them a small smile as we walked past the pair. They both returned the smile and then nodded to Kain respectfully as we continued past them and down the halls. As we entered the room Kain shifted the Soul Reaver from its' sheath and leaned it against the wall within arms reach of the bed.

He started to tug off his vambraces and I sat down on the edge of the bed without a word. I reached to run a finger lightly over the skull of the Reaver. I noticed him tense minutely out of the corner of my eye and I made sure to make no move toward the hilt itself. He was as possessive of the blade as he was of me and I knew better than to risk his ire when it came to the Reaver. I let my hand fall away from the blade and I raised a brow at him as he finished stripping off his armor as if he had not reacted. He waved a hand at me as he turned to face me.

"Lay down on your stomach, my Little One," he ordered in a low voice.

I stiffened for a moment and then slowly moved to lay on my stomach, my wings tucked close, all while keeping him in my sight. He let out a soft chuckle at my wariness as he moved to climb onto the bed and over my form. I tensed again for a brief moment when he leaned over to scrape fangs lightly over the back of my neck. He eased back and his weight settled upon my lower body. His hands slowly moved to rest on the base of my neck.

"Hush," he purred softly. "Close your eyes my Little One. Trust me and savor each sensation you will feel at my touch."

I swallowed heavily and let my eyes fall shut as he had instructed. He slowly started to massage my neck and I began to relax. As his hands moved to rub my shoulders, I could not help the hitched sigh that escaped me as he worked at the tense muscles of my upper body. He worked his way down my back and then back up in a slow, sinuous path. I found myself alternating between melting under his touch and tensing when his hands made their way to my lower back. He repeated that same path several times until I no longer tensed when his hands reached the base of my spine. I let out a low groan when he reached up and started to rub and knead the muscle at the base of my wings. His scent spiked at my groan and I stilled as complexly as I could when I caught that musky scent of his arousal. He let out a low, soothing rumble of noise when I tensed beneath him.

"Relax Katrina," he purred. "Just relax into my touch, my Little One."

I slowly relaxed into his touch once more when he continued to do nothing but continue the massage. I let out a shaky sigh as he worked out the knots of tightened muscle in my wings until said wings lay spread out and limp against the bed with the tips hanging over the edge of the wide bed. My mind felt unfocused from the gentle attentions and I realized that I had started to practically purr. His claws then started to trail a pattern feather light along the exposed part of the back of my neck. I let out a soft gasp as those sharp and deadly claws trailed a slow, winding path down my bare back without even once leaving a scratch. Those claws trailed back up along my spine to my neck and he slowly undid the small line of hooks that held the neck of my shirt closed. I blinked my eyes open to look at him over my shoulder as his hands trailed back down my spine. He slowly undid the second line of hooks that started just below the middle of my back and pushed the cloth open. He moved his hands back up and started to rub at the base of my wings once more and I let out a purring groan as I relaxed in full beneath his touch.

"Away with these for now," he ordered several minutes later as he lifted his weight off of my lower body. "Then turn over."

I blinked at him blearily, half asleep by that point. I nodded my head as his words finally registered to my mind. I rolled my shoulders and drew my wings back into my body. A small mess of feathers was left on the bed as a result of the action and he gently brushed the feathers to the side and off of the bed itself. I squirmed a bit as I yawned and stretched like a cat and then rolled onto my back as he had instructed. He settled his weight back on top of my waist as he tugged my shirt completely off. Again his scent spiked with desire and I fell still beneath him and eyed him warily. His claws began to trace idle patterns over the skin along my collar-bone. He leaned down and kissed my lips, then chin and then my throat in light, feathered brushes of lips against skin.

"Calm," he ordered softly as he leaned back. "Get used to my touch again. Nothing more will happen as yet mine own. Shhh."

"K-Kain," I hissed out his name softly when his hands started to massage right under my jawline and then along my collarbone and out to my shoulders.

He then took one of my arms in his hands and massaged the limb all the way down to my fingertips in a way that left my claws extended even once he was done. He repeated the process with my other arm and hand. My eyes lost focus and I blinked up blindly at the ceiling of the room, not really seeing anything. I panted softly for breath and trembled at the sensual trail of patterns he drew on my skin. He moved his weight further down until he had straddled my thighs and he then trailed the edge of his claws just over the top of my trousers. I jerked up onto my elbows as the haze of pleasure was ripped firmly away at that touch.

His hand closed firmly on my neck at my abrupt movement and his thumb pressed soothingly over his Mark. A duel sense of Pleasure and Safety pulsed through me in gentle waves until I finally relaxed again, though I remained propped up on my elbows. Again he leaned forward to kiss my lips, chin and neck in feather light touches. His lips moved back to my mouth to press against my own in a gentle, open mouthed kiss. I slowly responded to the kiss as he pushed me back down against the bed. His body followed the line of my own as he continued to kiss me. His tongue flicked against my own in gentle sweeping passes and I moaned softly.

A flick of movement from his fingers later and the button of my pants were undone. He eased back with a final sweep of his tongue over my lips and shifted his weight off of me and to the side as he tugged the cloth of my pants down and off of my form. This time instead he settled his weight onto the bed beside me as he started to trail his claws up and down the line of my legs. Those sharp points then trailed a delicate line back up along my stomach to my neck and along my jawline. Back and forth, back and forth he trailed his claws then eventually the palms of his hands over my body until I no longer twitched with unease but instead trembled due to the stimulating, sensuous assault on my senses. I let out a groaning mewl of sound several minutes later and I squirmed to roll back onto my stomach. I wanted more of that sweet, dangerously sharp and yet oh so gentle touch along my back. He let out a dark chuckle and his scent spiked again as I wiggled back onto my stomach.

"Such a greedy little thing," he murmured into my ear as he leaned over to kiss my neck lightly. "Then again, you have been avoiding my touch for near to three months outside of sleep. Perhaps this should be enough for now?"

"Nngh!" I twitched my head up and blinked at him blearily. "Please..."

"Please what, my Dear Katrina?" he asked in a teasing tone as he flicked his tongue along the shell of my ear.

"Don't stop..." I hissed out softly and I arched into a light brush of his claws against my lower back. "Please... don't stop. Didn't realize... how much I've..." His claws brushed along the very base of my spine and the touch caused me to shudder in pleasure. "Ah, Kain...! missed being touched..."

He chuckled and his weight settled over my lower body once more. His hands fairly danced over my flesh in teasingly light touches. Those touches remained calculate, careful. The sharp points of his claws, points that could so easily rend my flesh, instead traced a dangerously thrilling pattern along my flesh and sent shocks of pleasure through me. His touch shifted and hands started to rub firmly over my flesh and he pressed down firmly with a soothing pressure, mindful of that one spot along my spine, until I lay limp beneath him. He started to hum a melody softly under his breath, his voice a deep baritone rumble, as he continued that sensual assault. My head jerked slightly when the melody finally registered to my pleasure addled brain.

"Huh..." I said with a blink as I looked back at him over my shoulder with a small smile.

"Hmm?" a questioning tone from him.

"Music of the Night from Phantom of the Opera," I murmured in a voice dazed with pleasure. "Didn't realize that existed here... always did like that song best..."

"Hnn," he rumbled softly in agreement and then he continued to hum the melody to me.

"My Lord," I purred softly as my eyes fell shut and I surrendered to his soothing touch completely.

Music of the Night indeed...

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