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Slaughter

Disclaimer: Legacy of Kain belongs to Edios and Crystal Dynamics
not me. I am making �0.00 out of this fic, it is written purely because I have
a burning need to create. Although I would like to own Kain . . . then he�d be
mine.

Warning: this fic contains YAOI (GuyXGuy), blood play and a lemon, if this offends or upsets
you do not read this, it�s that simple.

Rating: R - NC17

Pairing: Kain/Raziel

Part: One of four probably five now. Damn fic is going out of control.

Authoress note: I don�t think this fic hates me quiet as much as it
used to. Either that or I�ve beaten it into submission *shrug*

Another Long chapter.

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Chapter Three

{Two weeks later}

Raziel wandered up and down the rooftops. He had
progressed much in the last week, his balance was near perfect now although not
quiet. His fangs had grown in completely and he was slowly getting used to them
and had stopped continually biting his tongue. Listening to the sound his heavy
boots made on the tin rooftops he smiled and tensed ready to leap again. A shy
glance over his should to make sure his father -who was perched on a chimney a
little way off- was watching and he leapt, eyes closed. A sudden grip on his
wrist made him open his eyes and he yelped. He�d misjudged the jump and now
dangled over the edge. Kain holding his wrist preventing him from falling. With
a slightly frustrated sigh Raziel watched as his father easily pulled him back
onto the safety of the flat rooftop and smiled.

�Be a little more careful, and don�t shut your eyes
when you jump� Kain smirked as his child blushed and could not meet his gaze.

Turning Kain leapt gracefully back up to his
�perch� and continued to look out at the city, while keeping an eye on his
child�s antics. He smirked wider, watching as Raziel scrambled up a chimney,
only to claw at loose bricks and land back on the roof. The fledgling glanced
up at him and blushed again and he couldn�t prevent a smile. It was amusing
watching as the young one tried to impress him. Looking back out at the city
Kain�s smile faded to a contemplative look. He had found he�d been feeling
slightly better as if late. The loneliness was ebbing away; he was thinking
less and less of the time before he was betrayed, the time when, for a short period,
he had been happy, and found himself focusing on keeping his small fledgling
alive and in one piece.

It was, at times a chronic and perturbing job. But
he had to admit it was also a very pleasing distraction from his darker
thoughts.

A clatter of falling stone work and a yelp drew his
attention. Keeping his child alive was easy enough; keeping him in one piece
however was tricky. He watched his child until it was clear that the fledgling
was fine before allowing himself to drift back into his thoughts. Strangely -
as of late he had been thinking much of Vorador, usually in relation to his
child. Vorador had made a good teacher to his children and thus it was only
natural for Kain to try and duplicate some of the elder�s behaviour. But, oddly
enough, not all his thoughts of Vorador had been in that vein. Some had been on
a slightly more personal note.

�You have
dark eyes,� Vorador spoke quietly, reaching out, tilting the fledgling�s head
to face him and brushing a strand of white hair out of dark golden eyes. �They
show what you have endured, but despite this there is still a childish quality
to them. I don�t think it�s innocence . . . I can�t quite put my claw on it but
never lose it.� He paused. �It makes you very beautiful.�

Kain had often thought he had seen strange and
unusual things, maybe even done some himself; but never had he met someone who
had lived through experiences like Vorador had, anyone who had taken such
damage and remained among the other, walking wounded. He had, on some small
level, admired the elder�s resolve, his strength to keep living. Especially
when he had been raised by such an odd father himself. Kain had grown up
believing the legends of Janos Audron, that the great vampire had been a
bloodthirsty, almost unstoppable monster. But from Vorador�s descriptions,
Janos seemed reasonable on some levels, but on most he seemed amazingly soft,
unwilling to be the cause of pain even if he hurt himself by doing so.

�Killing
when he wasn�t hunting made him feel vicious and cruel even when defending
himself.� Vorador shrugged. �He would always just run away; he would say that
he would outlast them, and that killing them would have been heartless. He
hated it when I killed to defend myself but . . . I just couldn�t run away. I�m
not a coward, never was.�

How could something so soft raise something as
durable as Vorador?

Yet despite Vorador�s obvious hardness and
strength, when he was raising fledglings he had changed. Janos had obviously
had an effect on his child. Vorador always showered his fledglings with
affection, indulging their every wish, every fantasy, doing everything in his
power to make them happy. He gave them everything they wanted, even himself
when they asked. He spoiled them. Yet by doing so it just displayed more of the
emerald skinned vampire�s strength. He could sleep with those he cared for or
loved, he could risk the injury that could occur from such an engagement and he
could survive said injury. Kain doubted he would be able to; he was strong, but
not that strong. Then again, for Vorador that injury never came. Not one of his
children had ever tried to hurt him.

Suddenly, Kain found himself wondering if it might
be possible for him to like someone, possibly even to allow himself to care for
them and sleep with them as well; it had been far, far too long since he had
lain with someone who he . . . loved. Glancing at his child, now hanging
precariously from a thin chimney, while scrabbling to gain a better foothold,
he smirked. Something about the utter trust that emanated from this one, the
ultimate dependence on him, the unhidden affection and of course his own
curious emotional and physical reactions to said affection made Kain wonder why
he�d chosen to deny himself the physical pleasure of a person he truly cared
for.

�I have
waited two hundred years for the pleasure of killing you with my own hands...�

Ah, yes. Now he remembered.

It would end in tears, betrayal and blood. Those
were the risks that kind of relationships guaranteed. Strange that he would
avoid those risks at all costs while not avoiding so many others. But surely
this one was different, his child had no ulterior motive, there was no reason
for betrayal, and there was no reason for him to pretend he cared. Kain sighed
loudly the affection his child showed was genuine of that he was sure, so why
on Nosgoth wasn�t he doing something about it when it was clearly what he was
starting to crave?

Raziel scrambled upwards, forming claws biting into
the soft metal of the chimney pot. He hauled himself up, ungracefully onto the
edifice and sat triumphant on the surface. He had done it! After three hours of
crawling over rooftops, he had managed to get himself up in a position similar
to his father. Grinning with innocent pride, he glanced about, looking down on
the humans below. He wasn�t really hungry any more - he and his father had
hunted earlier, cornering a guard and taking him down. Raziel had smiled when
he found out his father had been right. Stronger humans did taste better, be it
physical strength, strength of will or strength born out of passion. Strength
was something to be savoured.

He tensed and leapt suddenly, landing a little way
below his father, smiling to himself with confidence. He dug claws into the
soft stone work and clambered upwards awkwardly. But he was much quicker this
time, having got the hang of it now, and soon found himself trying in vain to
clamber onto the softer metal. A claw gripped his belt and hauled him up,
dumping him on top. He looked sheepishly at his father, whose face was hidden
behind a curtain of ashen hair. His voice was so low Raziel had to lean forward
to hear it.

�Let�s go back,� Kain muttered, leaping down from
the chimney onto the rooftops. Raziel blinked, confused; he thought his father
would be proud that he�d managed to get up by himself, but he had sounded . . .
unhappy. Not only that, but it was far too early to head back now, the sun
having only just set an hour ago. Usually, Kain kept him out until the eastern
horizon started to glow, showing him new and sometimes frightening things.
Attempting to jump down but actually tumbling down, he got to his feet at the
foot of the chimney and bounded after his father, who was walking slowly in the
direction of home.

~

Raziel
walked quietly through the house. As they had arrived home his father had
wandered back into the room with the books and closed the door without so much
as a word. Raziel had turned into a different room, this one just contained
chairs and a small table, he had wondered about its purpose but had forgotten
what his father had called it. He had curled up in one of the larger chairs and
had thought for a while about what could be wrong. He�d fallen asleep quiet
quickly, and had woken a few moments ago, finding a blanket covering him,
setting it aside he had gone to look for his father. The corridor was dark but he could see fairly
well, his father had said his eyesight would improve soon and he was looking
forward to it, he disliked the nervousness that the dark gave him. He entered
the room he�d last seen his father in. Slowly he looked about the darkened
room, finding no trace. A single oil lamp lit the room. Its flame was turned
down, the dull light enough for him to see clearly by, he easily noted that the
room was empty; a disguarded book lay open next to the lamp. The silence in the
house was unnerving, making him edgy.

He
progressed through the house peeking in at each room, getting more and more
nervous when he didn�t find his father. Upstairs he pushed the door to the main
bedroom open and stopped. A muffled, quiet sound disturbed him, like something
between a grunt and a groan. It was such a quiet sound, and Raziel almost
thought he imagined it; but then he heard a soft splash tremble through the
air. Turning around away from the bedroom he noticed the weak line of candle
light cutting across the corridor outside the bathroom. The door stood slightly
ajar. Relieved that he knew where his father was he moved towards the door but
stopped. Kain had explained about personal space and privacy to him a few
nights ago when apparently he�d broken the rules about privacy, when he�d
wandered into the bathroom then.

He
knew that when people were in the bath, in bed, or clearly trying to be
separate he was to leave them alone. It wasn�t because they didn�t love him it
was just the rules. He snorted to himself; he did not understand why there was
such a ridiculous rule. He had always liked watching his father when he was
asleep and when he�d walked in on him the other night he had realised just how
beautiful his father was, why was there a rule to stop him seeing that? He
sighed dejectedly, if that was the rule then he would obey. But despite his
mental wrestling being over his feet disobeyed and were carrying him toward the
door. He snorted again quietly, oh well it was a stupid rule anyway. He wanted
to see. Raziel reached the door which was open quiet wide, and the bath was not
far from the door giving him an almost perfect view. He held his breath,
blinking and peering into the flickering light of the washroom. Yes he most
defiantly wanted to see.

Kain
was leaning back in the bath, hair blood soaked and hanging over his shoulders,
trails of blood dripping down his face and shoulders. His eyes were closed, and
Raziel had never seen an expression like that on his father�s face before. It
looked almost like he was in pain, but there was something about it was
different from pain. He was moving slightly, shoulders slipping against the
metal of the bath. Raziel frowned it was difficult to see what his father was
doing as he could not see below the blood. He frowned more so when he heard a
hiss pass through his fathers teeth and saw his hand moving low down on his
body. Then that strange knowledge that had been popping up on occasion, like
memories from a forgotten life rose up again. Raziel had mentioned this
knowledge to his father and Kain had been a little confused, but had admitted
that it was probably some memory from his human life. Raziel
couldn't see himself as once being human in any way, but if his father said it,
then it was true so he had accepted it easily. He was human then and now he was
vampire, it was that simple.

Now that same knowledge rose up quickly and Raziel knew what he was
watching. He also knew that he shouldn't be seeing this. But he didn't move. He
simply stood there, enraptured, as his father moved, a strange heat pooling low
in his belly, blood pounding loudly in his ears. His father jerked suddenly and
his breath hitched. Raziel felt his stomach jump in response to that sound and
a strange tingling start in his thighs. His father really was beautiful. Kain
jerked again harder this time sending a small amount of blood out of the bath
and onto the floor. His head tilted back showing his throat, Raziel felt his
fangs lengthen as his father�s lips parted letting out a gasp. Then Kain�s jaws
snapped shut as if to prevent sound, his lips pulled back to reveal elegant
fangs. Raziel leaned forwards a little further into the bathroom trying to see
better, it was impossible to see exactly what Kain�s hand was doing under the
blood, and Raziel wanted to
see. Kain let out a low groan. That sound made things low down on Raziel
abruptly clench. His pants were suddenly much too tight.

Raziel
bit his lip to stop any sound escaping he didn�t want to be discovered. The
strange sensation and tightening had surprised him and had scared him for a
second before he realised that actually it felt . . . good. Swallowing he
looked back, his father�s throat was still exposed and he felt blood hunger
stir inside of him, but he also wondered what his father�s teeth would feel
like latched onto his throat, in his veins. The moment the thought came to him
he suddenly felt a strong want, he really did want to know. The heat in his
groin intensified. His father let out another low groan. Kain�s eyes were half
closed, lips parted again, face contorted in an expression that looked at once
like mindless pleasure and unbearable pain. What started out as a groan turned
into a strangled cry that was cut short when Kain snapped his jaws closed again.
Raziel had to bite down on his tongue to keep from crying out, at that sound a
lightning bolt had shot down his spine, and the heat in his loins had nearly
exploded. His legs were shaking, almost enough to send him to his knees.

More
blood hit the floor, the sound brought Raziel back to watching. Kain�s fingers
were clawing frantically at the side of the basin; his hips were bucking out of
the blood now, his eyes shut tightly against the force of what he was feeling.
Raziel felt his knee�s hit the carpet before he realised he was falling, his hand
went in his mouth and he bit down, his own blood filled his mouth, he tensed trying
to stop himself making a sound. Another strangled groan escaped his father and
Raziel decided it was the most wonderful sound, ever, in the history of ever.
His father�s unneeded breath was coming in ragged pants now, his thrusts
beginning to become more erratic as he neared his peak. Kain�s jerked once more
and then arched up completely out of the bath, red pouring off of him as his
head flung back. Raziel�s eye�s widened at the sound that tore itself from his
father then, he had been wrong before, this was the most wonderful sound.

Not
a single muscle twitched on Raziel as he watched his father slowly sink back
down into the bath, chest heaving. He watched for a moment as Kain shuddered
before he clambered ungracefully to his feet and walked forwards, heat still
burning.

He
was going mad. Kain kept his eyes closed while he desperately tried to think up
a mental excuse for himself. He�d just had one of the most explosive orgasms
he�d had in a long, long time and he�d been thinking of something he really
shouldn�t have been. He was supposed to protect his child not fuck him. Oh gods,
he really was messing this whole father business up completely. Even if he
wanted to he couldn�t ask something like this of a child, something like this
would terrify it, it would probably weep in terror. But even if by some slim
chance his child was aware and willing he wouldn�t do it anyway. His child
would grow up one day, it wouldn�t always be this blindly trusting of him, and
it wouldn�t always be this . . . loyal. He refused to let another person
control him, let alone one of his own children. He shivered feeling the warm
blood lap at his shoulders, but by the god�s he had to do something about this,
he really would go mad, if he was made to feel like this for one more nig . . .

�Fath
. . . father� Kain stopped breathing. It was not said in the usual timid
whisper or quiet laugh but in a low growl and despite the shock Kain felt
things low down stir again.

His
father�s eyes snapped open when he spoke; they weren't sharp and piercing now
like they were so often now they were fragile,
fragile and shocked. Raziel looked at them for a moment before leaning down to
lap the blood off his father�s skin. He was frustrated, he didn�t know exactly
what he wanted other than he wanted to touch, to be touched, he wanted that
tightness, that heat to both go away and to grow more intense. Confusion made
his mind spin.

�Father,
please� he growled not really knowing why he was begging or what for

His
father was suddenly standing in front of him, though he hadn�t seen him move
and he found himself pressed against the wall of the bathroom, blood running off
his father�s naked skin. Both of his wrists were captured in one clawed hand
and held over his head. The other hand grabbed his chin. His father�s wet body
pressed roughly against his. Raziel whimpered desperately as his groin burned
against Kain�s thigh. But the whimper was silenced quickly as Kain crushed his
mouth against his child�s in a brutal kiss and ground his body harder against
him.

His
tongue thrust aggressively into his child�s open mouth, pushing against his to
assert dominance over it. He was in charge, he was in control that had to be
made clear. The timid touch of his child�s tongue against his own made him
shudder, he felt his control slipping. Then the automatic undulation against him
made him melt completely, and he knew he would never really be able to control
or dominate this creature, his emotions got in the way. This creature would
control him. Control him through his emotions.

Kain broke away so suddenly that Raziel nearly fell onto his face.

~

His
father had run.

After
Raziel had picked himself up off the bathroom floor and had got his brain
working again he�d realised that he was now alone. A stumbling but quick search
of the house confirmed this, Kan
had left. Taking a deep breath Raziel tried to calm himself and curled into his
father�s chair in the room with books. The shock and fear had driven all
feelings of heat and tightness away and he mourned its loss. Then as if in
answer a memory, now quite permanently seared into his memory for all time,
surfaced in his mind - the memory of his father arching out of the water, rigid
body shaking as the rivulets rolled off of him and that sound he�d made as he
threw his head back hard enough to give himself whip lash. Raziel groaned his
pants were suddenly uncomfortably tight again.

He
had to find him.

The
fear mingled with the heat making him desperate. He did not want to be alone,
now or ever. Fledgling vampire instinct that drew
them to their parent twisted and lashed inside him and told him that he needed
to see his father now, to be beside him. The heat was fading again, becoming a
small incoherent sound at the back of his mind as instinct took over. He stood
and took a deep breath; he was going to break another rule. His father had told
him never; under any circumstances was he to leave the house alone. But now he
didn�t care and he almost flew out of the doorway. Habit caused him to scamper
up a fire escape to the rooftops and he started running. Then he stopped
dead, suddenly he realised that desperation and want aside he had no idea where
to look. But he remembered when he couldn�t see what he wanted he was to use
his nose. So tilting his head he inhaled deeply and nearly choked on the
magnitude of scents that bombarded him. Panic flew through him and he yelped.
Then forcing his mind to clam down and concentrate he tried again and was
blasted again. Not knowing what else to try he tried again and was once again
blasted but he caught something else, it was strong enough to let him know it
was recent.

�Father�
he whispered to no one before he turned around and tore across the rooftops in
what he preyed was the right direction.

~

�Really!�
the woman seemed amazed �you want me?� Kain nodded hoping he wasn�t shaking to
badly.

He�d
torn out of that house as if it was on fire leaving his child alone. He felt
some guilt at doing so but knew that if he stayed he would have ended up
hurting him. So he had bolted. Amazed at his own awareness to grab pants on his
way out he slipped them on and dropped from the rooftops when he had entered
the slums. He found himself automatically wandering towards a street where he
knew what he wanted would be. His entire nervous system seemed to have gone
into hyper awareness, every little sensation or thought was enough to set it
off. His body was screaming at him to do something about this. He had to get
rid of this tension, this frustration. A meal wouldn�t have gone a miss either.
So he had without thinking gone to the place where he knew he could get both
sex and food.

For
some reason the Serefan had turned a blind eye to the whore population in Meridian. Most likely
because its loss would be mourned by many an officer as well as the local
populace. He was at the moment grateful for their �blindness� as he had entered
the street. He rarely came here unless he was feeling particularly hedonistic
or lazy but he came often enough to be used to the reactions he always got.
Some believed him to be under cover Serefan out to destroy the �business� and
stayed well away from him, he�d wondered about that reaction for some time
before one of his �victims� had confessed that he was just to �gorgeous� to be
a customer. He�d almost roared laughing at her, he�d never understood why
people were drawn to him, he suspected it to be a vampiric �thing� as when he
was human he�d always gotten the same variety of reactions as most men. He
assumed it was a vampiric ability, something to use when drawing prey. He�d
also assumed that this was an ability Vorador had possessed, he�d drawn women
in their hoards and let�s face it he wasn�t the most beautiful guy out there.
Some others here had suspicions that rang a little closer to the truth and some
just didn�t care.

Right
now he had found someone who he feared didn�t suspect the truth but knew it.
But in all honesty he really didn�t care as long as she didn�t make a fuss. She
didn�t look like she would . . . in fact she seemed almost thrilled. He
shrugged it off as a �kink� a fantasy or some other human desire. He was
surprised by the truth so much so that he�d actually given pause.

�Very
well� the woman spoke �but payment� he held up her hand when he held out cash
�no sir. I wish for you to kill me�

He
blinked. The words were spoken flatly, without any hint to any emotion behind
them. But her eyes spoke of terror and horror beyond most mortal understanding.
He sighed, he�d met many suicidal before and had aided them, it was a free and
easy meal. After a seconds thought he nodded.

~

Raziel
had been wandering the streets now for a while, he knew his father was here
somewhere, he could smell him perfectly. Even through all of the cheep perfume,
blood and passion spent. Briefly he wondered what on earth these streets were
for but found out the answer pretty soon when he looked into an alley way to
see a petite girl on her knees in front of an aged human male. He frowned for a
second then heard the mortal cry out, a similar sound to the one his father had
made, a mixture of desperation and relief. He continued to watch as the man
pushed the girl away roughly, threw a few coins at her, pulled up his trousers
and left.

�Why
did you do that� he asked, approaching the girl and offering her a pail hand

�It
pays better than tavern work� the girl muttered at him �you a customer to? I charge
by the hour not the action� Raziel just blinked at her, she sighed �what do you
want?�

�I
. . . I�m looking for my father� he muttered, �have you seen him?�

�Well
we get a lot of fathers down here you�ll have to be more specific hun� the girl
smirked counting the coins in her hand �cheep bastard� she hissed after a
moment

�He�s
beautiful� Raziel explained not knowing what else to say, she snorted

�We
don�t get beautiful down here� she smiled, her first proper smile in a long
time �beautiful have no problems finding what they need� she stopped a moment
at the sigh that came from the one in front of her and looked at him closely.

He
really looked lost, like he�d been abandoned. Sighing she moved forwards
towards him, business could be good tonight, from the crowds out on the main
street she knew that if she stayed here she could make a fortune just with her
mouth. That these days was a luxury. As the Serefan had grown in number in the
city, business was steady and safe, but lately as the numbers fell men were
more desperate and afraid and often took their frustration out on her. Many a
morning she�d woken in a tavern with bruises, cuts the occasional black eye and
more often than not a busted rib or worse. She sighed again looking away from
the �boy� in front of her as he shuffled nervously. She did not need to be
helping some . . . she stopped and cursed her maternal side for screaming at
her so loudly she couldn�t ignore it

�I�ll
help you . . . but it wont be free� he looked up from the dirt covered ground
and she groaned he looked so pleased . . . he reminded her of her baby nephew.
�I�m Charlotte�

�My
names Raziel� he actually reached out and took her hand. She blinked at this as
he pulled her out of the alley and onto the street. Many men had grabbed her
before but there was something about this one.

�So
what does he look like then, this father of yours� she asked after realising
she had no idea who to look out for

�I
told you� Raziel frowned, confused

�You
told me he was beautiful kid� she sighed and paused for a moment, why on earth
was she calling him kid? He looked older than her sixteen years, shaking her
head she spoke again �what does he look like, what colour is his hair, how tall
is he, does he wear distinctive cloths that kind of thing�

�oh�
Raziel paused thinking �he�s . . . he�s . . . he�s just my father and he�s
beautiful . . . I can�t think of anything other . . .�

�helpful
aren�t you� Charlotte sighed louder interrupting, she be making a fortune right
now, her private funds she kept to the side for when she was old could have
grown significantly by now but no, she was running around the district with a
very confusing man/boy. This had to be one of her stupid moments.

~

The
girl whose name he hadn�t picked up, let out a quiet groan as he pushed inside.

He
felt all his muscles scream with relief. His entire body quivered and his eyes
watered, blinking back tears of sweet relief Kain moved. God he needed this. He
hadn�t realised just how tense his entire body had been these last few nights,
he�d let it get out of control and had almost snapped because of it. He�d
pinned his child to the wall, and had been a hairs breath away from . . . he
gasped as she tightened around him, she let out a small strangled sound and he
pressed forward harder, moving a little faster. How loud, he wondered before he
could stop himself, would his child scream? How long would it take before he
would hear it beg? He bit his lip hard drawing blood as he fought down the
thought. This was ridiculous his mind had always been a mystery to him; the
slight insanity had been something he�d gotten used to. Never before had his
thoughts outright disobeyed him. It was his mind for crying out loud, why now
could he not control it? The girl let out another groan and fisted a tiny hand
in his hair pulling hard enough to hurt. The other had gripped his side,
digging blunt human nails into pristine skin. Her lips wandered delicately
across his shoulder, blunt teeth sometimes scraping skin. He shivered for a
moment saw a flash image. His child
writhing and bucking beneath him. Those slender fingers tangled in his hair,
lips and teeth hungrily searching for a place to latch onto, fine fingernails
digging into his flesh. Holy shit. This was not helping, not helping one
little bit.

Opening
his eyes for a moment he looked down, hoping the sight of her would help, help
drive his mind into silence. Raziel
stretched out beneath him, arms held above his head, the white, porcelain
expanse of his body bare; the fine muscles of his abdomen quivering as he
arched upward, thrusting his hips against his fathers.

~

�Why
did you do that to him� Raziel asked making her frown

�Do
what� she snapped getting impatient, they�d been wandering now for ten minuets
looking for this boys �imaginary� father.

�Why
did you touch that man?� Raziel pressed

�I
told you it pays� she snapped, pulling, trying to free her hand. To her
surprise he let her go. �Touching people like that makes them feel good and
it�s cheaper than a fuck�

�But
how . . .� Raziel paused �how did you know what to do? What he wanted?�

�Oh
that�s easy� she couldn�t help the grin �you�d be surprised how happy a kind
hand can make a man�

�Happy�
he sighed

�You
know I�m going to start charging you extra for all this . . . talk� she teased,
leading him round a corner

�But
why did . . .� Raziel started

�look�
Charlotte stopped walking, she frowned at the one in front of her, but the look
she received made her anger drain away, this man in front of her was not trying
anything, he was not trying for free �services� he really was . . .completely
innocent �do you want me to explain this�

~

He
was close now, so close.

The
girl beneath him cried out suddenly letting him know she was nearly finished,
her small hand still tangled in the back of his hair. Why on Nosgoth did people
always grab his hair? it was something that had always been done even when he
was young, and he had always wondered about it. He shivered as her fingernails
scrapped across his scalp and almost purred but managed to stop the ridiculous
sound escaping. She let out a high groan and quivered beneath him, her hips
moving faster. Her grip tightened and pulled him down, twisting her head to the
side, exposing her throat for him. He couldn�t help the rather sadistic grin
that crossed his features before he opened his jaws and closed them hard around
her throat.

~

�Oohh�
Raziel nodded,

�Understand�
Charlotte
asked, swallowing a mouthful of warm pork, it had been so long since she�d had
proper meat, Raziel in his . . . infinite lack of understanding had been polite
enough to buy her food. The tavern was loud, smelled of rot and held many bad
memories for her but the food was nice and the landlord was sympathetic.

�I
think I do� Raziel nodded �but there is . . .�

�What�
she asked lifting another spoonful of the stew she was currently eating

�You
have to have one man and one woman?� he asked, sounding disappointed Charlotte blinked for a
moment before giggling

�No
love, there are other . . . combinations� she shook her head, never before did
she ever think she�d be having this conversation. It was like facts of life.

Raziel
blinked at Charlotte, who seemed to be thinking. He was slightly less confused
now. He knew now what it was that he felt and understood roughly why. Charlotte had been kind
enough to go into rather a lot of detail about what he should be doing, what
would make people feel good. He smiled
at little to himself, curiosity making him want to try. He glanced to the door
when he heard it open and watched as two people entered and sat down. They
spoke softly to each other and he lost interest in them.

�so,
who is it� Charlotte�s
voice caught his attention and he turned to her and blinked confused �who is it
you like� she asked grinning, he opened his mouth to answer when the door
opened again.

�Sire�
he cried suddenly leaping up from the bench and running forwards, making Charlotte jump,

�Hey!�
she shouted after him �you still owe me my mon . . .� she stopped dead. Sire?
He had called out Sire? Either Raziel was royalty which was unlikely or he was
. . . �shit� she cursed. Looking at the man who seemed to be . . . scolding
Raziel. It would have been amusing if she hadn�t been shaking. Hair that colour
simply didn�t exist on a human that age. She�d been to church, she�d seen the
murals the Serefan had painted everywhere; she�d even gone with her father who
was a guard at the keep to see the big murals there. She knew who she was
looking at.

Kain.

She�d
heard rumours that it was he would had killed the Serefan Lord but she was sure
he�d been killed in the last great legendary battle. She�d been told as much by
her father.

�This
is Charlotte�
Raziel was suddenly beside her, his hand gripping Kain�s wrist, �she helped me
find you, didn�t you Charlotte�
Charlotte
frowned, Raziel was clearly talking to her, but he was staring non stop at his
�father� she blinked it was like watching an infatuated teenage girl. She
looked up to Kain

�Um
. . . I� she managed please don�t kill
me, please don�t kill me, please don�t kill me!!! She mentally chanted

�Thank
you� the soft words made her look up startled and she paused, Raziel was right
and the murals hadn�t done him justice . . . he was . . . beautiful.

�She
said something about money and then . . .� Raziel was cut off by a sigh from
his father, Charlotte
watched as Kain muttered something about an allowance which made her smile
despite the situation. He dropped a small pile of gold coins in her hand, she
blinked dumfounded again, this would pay for . . pay for. . . a lot of stuff.

�I�m
not just paying for tonight� Kain spoke, his voice harsh and she nodded
understanding he was buying her silence, but why pay for it when he could just
. . . she mentally slapped herself, don�t knock it!

Raziel
smiled widely, he couldn�t stop himself. The sense of relief that coiled happy
in him was nearly overwhelming. He�d found his father. He glued his eyes on
Kain, focusing on each and every word, despite not actually hearing them; his
voice was so . . . so nice. He'd never noticed how wonderful he was before. Nor
how nice he looked when he tilted his head like that. The door to the tavern
opened. Raziel heard his father curse, the men who�d entered wore armour.
Serefan. Suddenly the noise in the tavern was deafening, he cried out, felt his
father grab him and felt himself being pulled away. For a moment there was a
blind struggle and then darkness swallowed him.

End Chapter

Authoress
note: this chapter was a bit weird. Not sure why but it was
^_^
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