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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 07/2016
This chap's POV will change every so often... everyone wanted in on this chapter -.-
Also, thank you very much for the review Jess! I do appreciate it. I know this series isn't main stream any more, but I still love it and wanted to get this story edited and posted to share with everyone. If at least one person enjoys it, then I am a happy panda.
Chapter Thirty-Five: A Light in the Darkness
*-*/-Younger Kain POV-**-*
Kain had been in the midst of receiving reports from three of his Captain's concerning troop movements and the recently successfully attacks on Sarafan supply lines. Janos and Vorador both stood nearby to act as his Councilors during the meeting. Leon had just finished his report and Stefon had started to issue his own when Katrina's tightly Whispered warning flashed through his mind like an explosion of bitter fire. The small marker that indicated Kain himself for those times when he took the field, a small delicately wrought Soul Reaver stabbed into a stone base that bore his Symbol, snapped suddenly in twain near the connecting joint when his fingers tightened around the small marker. Kain's Aura pulsed with rage and his eyes narrowed angrily upon the map laid out before him.
There was only a single individual amongst his troops whose name started with 'Cil'...
Instead of tearing off immediately to find the traitorous bastard, Kain decided that he would wait. He sat back in his chair and indicated for Stefon to continue with his report with an imperious wave of his hand whilst he pulled his rage-filled Aura carefully into line. Stefon cleared his throat nervously and continued his report. As he did so, he shifted a half step away from Kain as subtly as he could since he was the Captain standing the closest to Kain. He felt the smallest flash of bitter amusement at the other males movement and he knew that Stefon did not wish to be within range of Kain's claws should the Vampire Lord decide to lash out in order to vent his rage as he sometimes did. Vorador's mind brushed his own barely an instant after he had pulled his Aura under control.
~What has you so upset whelp?~ the green-skinned Eldar asked.
~There was a trap,~ he responded coldly. ~From the way her Whisper broke off, Katrina has likely been captured by the Sarafan after having been betrayed by Cillian.~
Vorador's Aura flared much as Kain's had and filled the room with a stifling power that would have sent newly made fledglings to their knees in abasement. Kain noted with dark amusement that Janos and his Captain's now looked suitably concerned. More to say that his Captain's each looked ready to bolt out of the room now that their own Sire showed signs of the very same rage that had just recently affected the Lord that they had sworn themselves to.
~Mind your Aura, Old One,~ Kain growled mentally as he let the separated stone base of the marker fall to skitter across the table.
~Why are we not moving to capture the traitor now?!~ came the enraged response.
Leon, Emrys and Stefon had each frozen in place when Vorador let out an audible snarl of sound. It was the best thing for them to do really. Fleeing now would only draw their Sire's attentions to them. With them not knowing the cause behind the sudden rage that affected Vorador, the other males had no true way to know if they, or any of their own get, had done something wrong to incur his ire. No, best to hold still and wait out the storm if they could.
~Why would I give him the chance to escape or be warned by those yet obedient to his will?~ Kain purred darkly to the Eldar. He twirled the blade of the damaged marker between his fingers as idly as one might roll a coin across ones knuckles. ~Better to let him come to us. He will be riding upon the high of believing that he has managed to successfully get away with treason and thus he walk straight into our own trap.~
~That is... acceptable,~ Vorador responded several moments later. The Eldar's Aura calmed to a dark simmer.
Both vampires ignored Janos when the blue-skinned Eldar mental pressed them for information. Each of them knew that the Eldar would not be able to contain his rage at the knowledge of what had happened. He would inadvertantly spring the trap far too early and thus potentially give the traitor time to escape their grasp. Janos was kind for a vampire and his monkish habits had led to the male having a greater grasp of philosophy, mental calming techniques designed to sooth the soul and the workings of the world at large, but those habits and the Eldar's long years had done little to aid him in developing what Katrina oft referred to as a 'poker face'. The blue-skinned Eldar's rage would be an instant thing at the very sight of the traitor when he entered the room if he was allowed to know what had happened. While both knew that Janos would be able to refrain from attacking out right, they also knew that he wouldn't be able to hide that initial burst of fiery anger and would have to work to calm himself.
Hence, they mutually agreed to keep the other Eldar in the dark. For the nonce.
Cillian arrived not a half an hour later to 'report on the movements' of his own reinstated troops. The satisfied looking male moved to stand next to his Brother's. Arriving on his heels was a disheveled looking Alma. The woman looked to have run herself ragged returning from the field. Her normally impeccable appearance was shattered, her hair torn free from its' bindings and her clothing was torn in several places. It was if she had been focused solely upon returning to make her report and had not bothered to avoid any branches that may have been in her way.
Good, Kain thought to himself.
Alma would be punished in full for her failure in time, but at least she seemed to understand the enormity of her failure. The female immediately fell to one knee before she had even taken two steps into the room.
"My Lords. I bring fell news," she said softly and she bowed her head low enough to the ground that her bangs touched the stone floor. "I have failed in my appointed task. Lady Katrina has been taken by the Sarafan."
"What?!" Janos shouted and his wings flared wide with shock. "How?!"
Kain turned his attention on Alma with narrowed eyes even as Vorador placed a restraining hand upon his Sire's arm to calm him. He did not miss seeing the faint flash of dark satisfaction that passed through Cillian's eyes out of the corner of his own eye before the male in question put on a passably concerned expression. Had Kain not been watching for such an expression, he likely would have missed it. His other Captain's shared truly concerned looks when Kain allowed his until then leashed Aura free. His power began to slowly fill the room with a near tangible rage.
"Indeed Alma, what happened?" Kain growled out in a low tone.
The vampiress bowed her head lower still as she raised a fist to her chest.
"We were successful in taking out the patrol as you had ordered My Lord. Lady Katrina had then moved to a high point, both to make her report to you as well as to scan the area for any who might have escaped the ambush and found a place to hide," Alma began to explain in a tone blanked of any and all emotion. "She Whispered to me that she had heard a child being harmed to the East of her position. Indeed, I and the other vampires of our contingent heard the cry as well. I had been tending to our wounded at the time, but I endeavored to hasten to her side in order to back her up if she needed aid. She Whispered to me that it had been a trap and I believe she was trying to get me further information when her mental voice broke off with a scream of pain. She was... gone... by the time I arrived."
"What of the child? Perhaps the youth would be able to assist us in finding her...?" Janos started.
Alma shook her head and the winged Eldar's wings drooped as he fell silent. Shock and worry were writ clear upon the Eldar's face and only Vorador's grasp upon the males arm seemed to keep him upright. It was likely that a strong breeze could have knocked the blue-skinned Eldar over at that point. Kain pushed thoughts of the Eldar's obvious concern aside and frowned as Alma continued her report.
"Dead, my Lord. The girl-child's neck had been snapped and her blood was drained to the last drop," she said sorrowfully. "Any information the child may have had is lost to us."
"Were there any scents in the area that could be tracked?" Kain asked and he leaned forward in his chair. The little sword continued to dance between his fingers. Back and forth. Back and forth.
"No, my Lord Kain," Alma responded with a shake of her head and her eyes narrowed worriedly upon the small Reaver blade. She swallowed roughly and continued to speak. "Magic was used to rid the area of any traceable scents. Even the girl-child's death scent was muted by the spell used to dissipate the scents in the area."
"Our Lady's protective nature seems to have been used against her," Leon growled softly and he glanced at his twin. Emrys nodded his head in agreement and the pair turned to look at Kain.
"Yet... who would know to specifically use a child to bait such a trap?" Stefon asked with a shake of his head. "She works with the humans equally in her efforts with the Railroads and she has shown no outright protectiveness of the little's beyond what any female might show. She does not spend overmuch time amongst the youngsters that we have saved either. At most she makes certain they have acceptable housing if they are orphans or that they are returned to their respective sire and dame. She has never allowed a youth to be returned to those who might abuse them and has even ordered the imprisonment of those who have been found guilty of such crimes, but that is not something that is immediately apparent to one who only witnesses her actions at a distance as any enemy scouts might."
"Indeed," Kain drawled in a low, biting tone. "Who but one who knows, and has worked with her directly, would know to use such an effective bait?"
Everyone in the room went silent for several longs moments. Janos looked around the room with a strained expression before the meaning behind Kain's words finally cut through his worry and registered to the blue-skinned Eldar. By the shocked expression on his face, a traitor within their own ranks had not even registered as a possibility to the Eldar and he had likely been falling into memories of past events when his own, true-made Childeren, had been stolen from him by Sarafan hands. Kain ignored the Eldar and, as he expected, Cillian was the one who eventually broke the silence. He even managed a passably concerned, confused and betrayed sounding tone.
He is a good actor, Kain thought darkly. I do wonder; did you betray me before now Cillian? Have any who have escaped you and your men done so because you chose to serve a different Master? I suppose it does not matter. You will die soon enough for your choice.
"Lord Kain, are you insinuating that we might have a traitor amongst us?" Cillian asked. "Why? Has not the Sarafan Lordling been known to have knowledge beyond what he should regarding our Lady and her nature?"
~Leon. Emrys. Stefon. Show no reaction. Be prepared to subdue your once brother,~ Kain ordered the three through a tightly controlled sending as he stood up.
The three Captain's showed almost no sign that they had received the communication beyond the slightest darkening of their eyes. A darkening which could have been mistaken for rage at the thought of an unknown traitor amongst the ranks of the army. Kain stopped spinning the small sword and tapped the broken point of the marker against the table thoughtfully.
"It is true that the Lordling has shown knowledge of my Queen beyond what one might expect," Kain purred in a dark and deadly tone. "But there is a flaw in your logic, Cillian. A fatal flaw. You are operating under the belief that my Mate-Marked Queen's communication with Alma was the last Whispered thought that she was able to make. It was not. She was able to send warning to one other individual..."
Cillian's Brother's moved to ring him from behind even as Kain approached the shocked and fear-frozen male. The vampire in question, previously flushed with the brighter complexion of one who had recently fed, and fed well, paled to a chalk white pallor at Kain's leonine approach.
"Me," Kain growled the word into Cillian's face and the male flinched.
Kain carefully raised the broken little sword up and slowly, forcefully, shoved that little piece of metal into Cillian's chest right over the male's fear-frozen heart. Kain felt a mild sense of disappointment at the realization that the little blade was not quite long enough to pierce the heart of the traitorous filth. Instead, he took a vicious degree of pleasure at the expression of pain that twisted across the males face. Kain pushed the small sword in to the hilt and felt a cold sense of satisfaction when Cillian let out a startled hiss of breath.
Both Janos' and Vorador's Aura's had started to flood the room, much as Kain's had. Their combined power echoed and began to thrum in tune with Kain's before the white-haired vampire had even finished speaking. The entrapped male started to tremble under the combined power of three of the most powerful vampires to ever walk Nosgoth. Kain bared his teeth in a ferocious, murderous sneer and Cillian flinched back.
"I suggest that you talk, traitor," Kain purred in a deadly tone. "I may well consider granting you a swift death if you do."
"M-my Lord, I k-know not what you mean," Cillian stuttered and he tried to back away, only to find his path blocked by his now irate Brothers.
Alma stood slowly from her bowed position near the door and moved back a step to block the only avenue of escape that was available to him. Her own Aura flared to fill the room and her hands fairly trembled with her rage at the males betrayal. Janos and Vorador both moved to flank Kain on either side and their eyes started to bleed white as they stilled beside Kain. Cillian started to hold his hands up in an appeasing gesture before he suddenly burst into wild movement. The male's flight instincts rent through him and he tried to escape the trap that he had fallen into due to his own hubris.
It took very little time for those within the room to force the male to his knees with a broken arm, a broken leg and several missing teeth caused by a well-placed punch from the blue-skinned Eldar. Kain felt a dark sense of amusement at the sudden violence from Janos. He had never seen the Eldar in a true rage before and he found himself suitably impressed with the male's speed.
"Careful Janos," Kain growled out in warning as a sense of dark satisfaction filled him at the sight of the traitor's broken form. "We do need him capable of speech... for the moment."
"That is the only reason that his jaw remains attached to his skull," the Eldar growled out between bared fangs. "That he has betrayed my Childe...!"
"She is not of your get! Any of you!" Cillian roared out suddenly and he struggled against his Brothers. "She is not even of this world! She is naught but an attention seeking whore who has blinded you all with her allure!"
Vorador stalked behind his traitorous Childe and suddenly his stabbed razor sharp talons straight into Cillian's back. Those talons dug and twisted deep into the male's body, breaking ribs as they went deeper. Cillian tried to arch away from the impalement with a yowl of agony whilst the others held him still. Vorador's talons closed around the males un-dead heart and the enraged Eldar slowly, idly started to trail the razor edges over the fragile pericardium now held within his grasp. Cillian gasped desperately for that air he no longer needed and fought to remain still against the flaring agony that tore through him. Vorador leaned in close to his wayward Childe. His nose brushed lightly against the males ear and Vorador breathed a vicious whisper to him.
"Tell us where she has been taken," a talon point started to dig into the soft, fragile heart muscle. "Now."
"N-no," Cillian gasped out with a snarl of breath. His struggle to remain still in an effort to keep his heart intact and undamaged was writ plain upon his face. "The... the useless little bitch will be broken asunder. There is n-nothing you can do to me to make me talk."
"Oh, you foolish, traitorous little boy. I was hoping that you would say that," Vorador purred in a vicious tone. "You have never known my rage. There are so many things that a human can survive, let alone a vampire. You are in need of a true lessoning, I think."
Vorador released Cillian's heart and the male let out a high whine. The Eldar then pulled his taloned hand partly from the traitor's body. He twisted his hand at the last minute in order to grab the vampire by his upper spine. Vorador then lifted the now limp, yet screaming, form into the air as he started for the door. Alma moved out of the way instantly and without word. She once more knelt with a fist to her chest and her head bowed. Janos flinched with disgust at the blatant violence even as he moved to follow his Childe in order to assist him in the process of extracting the information that they needed. Janos knew that some things were necessary even if he found such things difficult to stomach. The pair paused at the door and Kain waved them ahead. He would join them shortly to apply his own talents towards the interrogation. He turned to the three Captains that remained loyal and eyed them for a long, dangerously silent moment. Each male bowed their heads and bared their throats as they waited for him to speak.
"Be prepared for a stealth mission once we have her location from him. Gather all of the vampiric troops that can be spared and be certain that they know the meaning of the word 'stealth'," Kain growled out in a low tone. "I will not have this botched by those who cannot keep their wits about them."
"As you will, My Lord," came the simultaneous response from the three males.
Once the three had left the room, Kain turned around slowly and glared down at Alma's kneeling form. He let out a low rumble of noise as he carefully approached her. She tensed, but stayed in place and tilted her head to bare her throat to him. His lips pulled back from his fangs and his menacing Aura pressed against her kneeling form. A sudden backhanded blow sent her sprawling and a moment later he forced her head painfully against the stone ground with his booted foot. The rumble of noise in his chest became a loud, enraged snarl and his eyes flashed solid white.
"I find myself wondering why I should let you live woman," he growled out.
"I will submit myself to whatever punishment you so desire my Lord," Alma gasped out past the pain. "I know my failure."
He increased the pressure on her skull in slow, steady increments and stopped only when his superior hearing picked up the faint sound of a skull beginning to crack under immense pressure. A human's skull would have given way immediately to the amount of force he was currently applying to the vampiress' head, yet the resilience inherent in a vampires form currently prevented her skull from becoming pulp. Alma remained still and silent under his booted foot, though he could see the agony written plain on her face and that agony pleased him as much as her obeisance. He leaned over and bit out his next words with a low snarl.
"Any damage that my Katrina receives by Sarafan hands will be visited upon your body three-fold," he snarled. "Her words and kind nature will not sway me to halt said punishment, even if it means that the wounds that you will receive kill you as a result. Do you understand me woman?"
"I u-understand you and obey your will my L-lord," she responded in a voice strained by pain.
"Good," he said viciously.
He moved his foot from his skull nearly a full minute later. He was tempted to permanently mar that soft skin of hers as a reminder of her failure. He might yet do such a thing dependent on what his Little One was being put through. The Sarafan were not gentle with their prisoners, vampire or human. If what his Little One had been forced to endure at the Lordling's hands the first time was any indication on what she would be put through now that she had been caught again...
Alma would be very lucky indeed to survive his wrath.
"Go and feed," he ordered coldly. "We will be leaving as soon as we have information regarding her current location from the Traitor."
"Yes my Lord," Alma responded in a subdued tone as she stood and fled from the room.
Kain stalked out of the room only after he had picked up the Soul Reaver. He then started down toward the dungeons. Vampires and humans alike parted before him like a wave when they either saw the deadly expression on his face or felt his Aura. Many pressed themselves as close as they could to the walls in order to remain out of his direct path. Vorador might well be practiced in the arts of torture and thus fully able to glean the needed information from Cillian, but...
Kain wanted to 'talk' with the traitor personally.
*-*/-Eldar Kain/Raziel POV-**-*
The pair of vampire Lord's from the future had barely stepped out of the Chloroplast after having completed their mission to revive Vorador, when Eldar Kain swore viciously and loudly.
"Foolish little whoreson!" he snarled. "Yellow-bellied oath-breaker! I should take you and hang you from the next tree where you will swing till famine claims you... no matter what my younger self will yet do to your rotted, pock-marked hide! You greasy, tallow-catch bastard!"
The abrupt and surprisingly crude insults, especially when one considered the Eldar's usual, eloquent speech patterns, caused Raziel to freeze. The Eldar vampire's Aura then swelled with rage to fill the immediate area. Several lifetimes worth of instilled instinct kept Raziel still. He did not even dare to draw in a breath of air to ask who had earned Kain's ire so. No, better to wait out the rage, silent and still as a statue. Seconds later and the powerful Aura was tightly leashed by a will that had spanned eons and survived countless machinations. The Eldar vampire rubbed at the bridge of his nose for several long moments before he let out a low, deadly growl.
"Poor timing indeed," he muttered. "We will need to be prepared to move swiftly."
Raziel felt a cold sense of dread fill him at Eldar Kain's words.
"Lady Katrina is in danger?" he asked, though he already knew the answer by the brief, angry flash of white power that filled his Sire's eyes.
"Yes. One of my former Captain's betrayed her to the Sarafan roughly an hour ago. We will have to wait for my younger self to find out where she has been taken before we will be able to act," Eldar Kain growled.
"It will be difficult to mount a rescue on our end whilst also avoiding your younger self. Especially if he will be staging a rescue mission as well," Raziel pointed out.
Eldar Kain let out a snort, an exhalation of air similar to the noise of a war-horse about to charge an unwary handler... though the Eldar was by far more dangerous than a simple war-horse. The Eldar then shot the dark-haired vampire a droll look and raised an eye-ridge at the younger male. Raziel raised a brow at the Eldar in turn and waited for him to speak.
"I may be old Raziel," he finally said, "but I have not yet gone senile. We will assist any rescue mission, not carry it out ourselves. Not unless needs must."
The quiet and deadly venom in Eldar Kain's tone caused Raziel to fight back a wince, though he felt his wings twitch regardless of the fact that he kept his face smooth of emotion. The dark-haired vampire knew well how Kain could react if a mission went... poorly... and he could only hope that this rescue went smoothly. Eldar Kain started out of the tunnel with the smooth gait of a hunter on the prowl.
"Why did we not arrive earlier in the timeline if this was to happen?" Raziel asked as he followed his Sire out into the open air outside of the tunnel.
"We were in the past Raziel," Eldar Kain answered with a low rumble of noise. "When I went first went back in time and slew William thinking to better the future of my world, I was not aware of the full changes to the timeline until I was once more in the 'present'. My actions did not create a paradox event and thus I was not made aware of my error until it was far too late to change it. There was no thrumming of the time stream to warn me that I was making a mistake. It works the same with occurrences such as this; my memories only catch up to the changed event once I arrive at, or past, the event itself."
"That..." Raziel shook his head slowly in frustration. "No wonder you say that you oft have time-travel induced headaches. Can it not all work the same way each time?"
"That is a complaint that I have oft voiced my Raziel... to no avail," came the dry response. "In either case, the traitor should break soo- ah... of course."
Eldar Kain blinked as he came to a halt and he then nodded his head a few moments later. Raziel raised a brow at the older vampire and his wings twitched with his readiness to take flight. Eldar Kain readily noticed the twitch of his wings and turned his head so that he could look the younger vampire over. Raziel looked like a hawk that was ready, nay eager, to be freed from its' jesses and allowed to finally hunt. The Eldar couldn't help the smirk that came to his lips at the mental comparison. His willful Childe had been a King in his own right, ruler of the lands that Kain himself had gifted to him. He'd had willful subjects that had served their favored Lord readily and eagerly, vampire and human alike. Yet even then, the younger vampire had oft acted the part of the falcon to Kain's Falconer, ready and willing to hunt at Kain's order and just as eager to come back to Kain's hand when the call to return was issued to him.
Ah, to see such beauty hunting on the wing, Eldar Kain thought to himself idly. Movements as keen as a falcon in truth, especially compared to my Katrina's more eaglesque flight patterns.
Eldar Kain reached out his hand and ran the back of one talon along Raziel's jaw line. He eyed the younger male for a long moment before he turned and pointed the same talon toward the south. Now was not the time to dwell upon things...
"We head to the Sarafan Stronghold," he said.
"Then let us make haste," Raziel said with a dark, hunter's smile. He then spread his wings and leapt into the air.
"Indeed, we have some subtle havoc to cause," the Eldar vampire said softly.
Eldar Kain watched Raziel in flight for a brief moment before he spread his arms. He shifted smoothly into his Bat form and followed after his winged Childe.
*-*/*-Katrina POV-**-* Warning. Discussion of torture and Attempted Rape ahead for this part! -**-*
A slow burn of agony that originated along the upper bend of my wings drew me back from the darkness of the magically induced slumber that had been forced upon me. I barely managed to refrain from jerking at the familiar pain, pain that I had hoped to never know again. I managed to keep my eyes shut and I tried to orient myself without giving away the fact that I was awake. It was an effort, but after having managed to partition my mind and remain functional for Kain's test of my leadership skills, I had worked hard to duplicate the trick at will.
I was not going to simply let the pain force me to a state of lassitude and remain complacent this time. I had allies and I had escaped twice before from those that would harm me. I was going to damn well fight back through the pain and get free again!
I took careful inventory of my injuries. Three hooks were stabbed into each wing near the main joint and I was hanging from those very same hooks. The sharp point of something was a constant pressured right against my bared chest, angled perfectly with my heart by the feel of it. I swallowed carefully when I abruptly realized that cold air touched every inch of my skin. I'd been stripped down at some point before being tied up. I also realized that I had some sort of strange gag in my mouth that kept my mouth mostly open. I could move my tongue about freely but I could not close my mouth. Careful clenching of my teeth proved that the gag had either been carefully wrought of the strongest metals or had strengthening runes enough to protect from a vampire's innate strength.
The connotations of a gag such as this one... had not been lost to me.
But at the same time... that the gag was strong enough to withstand my vampiric strength... did not feel quite like an accurate assessment. I realized that I felt... drained and the force behind my clenched teeth felt less than what it should be. I noticed that there was one 'article of clothing' on my person. There was collar around my neck and I knew instantly that it had to have been a Hylden-runed collar considering the drain upon my energies. I shifted minutely and could feel the pull of a chain that the collar was connected to. The chain kept my upper body tugged forwards and down so that I was bent over. It was almost as if I had bent over to pick something up from the ground, only my arms were chained quite firmly behind my back.
I let my hands shift about just a little and I could feel a second, smaller chain wrapped around my wrists and wings. With careful movements, I could just reach the joints at the base of my wings but I could not feel any lock that held the chains in place. If there was a lock, then my delicate claws could not reach it to pick the damned thing open.
Fuck, shit and damnation, I thought to myself. The Bastard had been warned to keep locks out of the reach of my claws.
I opened my eyes just a hair and looked downwards. I saw that the sharp point that I'd felt was a spike that was positioned right beneath me. If I fell with the angle that I was in now, the point would pierce my heart and kill me. I saw as well that my hair had once more been shortened to shoulder length and what remained of my braid lay in a limp pile upon the ground. When I glanced to the side carefully, I could see that someone was dragging a body over toward the far wall. I closed my eyes again and remained limp as the body was abruptly dropped and the persons footsteps started to head in my direction.
"Ah, but you are a clever little thing, aren't you? Braiding poison spikes in your hair like that. The poor fool was dead in seconds," the Bastard's voice said in his normal tone of voice. "It is no wonder Auron has had such problems with you over the years. Still, unconscious as you are now, I must say that you are lovely in your helplessness."
A hand caressed over the bare skin of my left side and his hand trailed up over my arm and came to rest upon my neck. I had to stifle the desire to pull away from that loathsome touch. I did not want to be spelled to slumber again and wake to something far, far worse. The hand stroked through my shortened hair briefly before his hand tightened around a handful of my hair. I allowed a small sound to escape me, only a small one, as if I were unable to contain it due to my unconscious state. The Bastard let out a soft chuckle that slowly bled to a dueled tone.
Fuck, I thought angrily, fearfully.
"Such sweet, delectable sounds you make my pet," the dual tone purr filled the air. "Ah, but this will be fun. There is still so much that you do not know regarding your nature as a half blood. So wonderfully, beautifully ignorant even now. I do often wonder; what tidbit of information will finally be too much? What part of your nature, once revealed, will finally break your mind my sweet l'ange?"
His other hand trailed back down along my left side to come to a rest on the curve of my ass. Those fingers lightly caressed over my skin and fear flared through me briefly. I was only just able to contain my desire to pull away from him and I found myself grateful that the human Bastard could not scent my fear like Auron would have been able to. Another low, dueled chuckle filled the air at my twitch.
"Ah, do you know my pet, sweet little whore, that you are yet breedable?" he purred as his hand moved lower to brush over my folds. I couldn't help the natural twitch away from that touch and he laughed softly. "You most likely think that you are not, as you no longer have courses... don't you my pet?"
He moved his hand from my mound and he wrapped his fingers around my left wing to give a small tug. Pain flared as the hooks ripped deeper into my flesh. I allowed the pained grunt to escape my lips as I tried to maintain the illusion that I was still out cold. He was correct in his assessment of my thoughts though; I hadn't had monthly courses since he'd forced me to drink human blood. I had long thought that I had been rendered sterile by the change but... that wasn't the case? Oh fuck... My heart started to beat faster and I had to force my breathing to stay level, even as if I were still slumbering. I could not show any sign that I was awake.
"I have such plans for you my pet," he purred as he stroked fingers roughly through my feathers. "I do wish you were awake, I would take such pleasure in your panic at what I have to tell you. Perhaps the surprise will be prove to have a better reaction though. I have gathered quite a few 'studs' to your 'mare'. Males of such size and length that you will be forced to Quicken."
Why did he make that word sound like it was important? I wondered to myself.
"As a Half Blood, your very womb must be filled with viable seed before your body will react and release an egg to be impregnated. It is such a beautifully painful process without first casting an 'opening' spell to relax the way. That tiny little hole torn open through a forceful claiming," he said with a dark, shuddering sigh. "Oh, how you will scream when the 'studs' I have found for you fill you my dear, whorish pet. I will cast just enough of a spell on you when you awaken that it will allow the human's better access to the depths of you. As they rip their way into your womb, you will scream so beautifully... but then again, you are likely used to such things, now aren't you my wayward slut? How often does the one who stole you from me fill you so? Do you scream for him the way you should only scream for me? Do you beg like the wanton little whore that you are? You know... I would have broken and breed you long ago had you not been a virgin, but I do prefer to take my time with such delectable treats. That you have ruined yourself so on another's cock..."
The hand at my wing let go and then closed tight on a handful of my hair. My head was pulled up harshly and my face was forced against his groin. He ground his crotch hard against my face, length already hard beneath his leathers and I had to fight not to pull back from him in disgust. It was a battle to remain limp in his grasp as that leather covered length was rubbed against my face and cheek. I wasn't sure how to get free yet, but fuckin' hell it was a difficult struggle to remain still in his grasp with him pushed against me in such a manner!
"One of my favorite things to do to my half blooded pets is to Quicken them," he said and he let out another laugh as he rubbed himself against my left cheek. "Then once the child is born, I order my broken little pets to feast upon their own young before I slay them. Although... half of the time, those maternal instincts still survive the breaking process and my pets dare to attack me. I break their bodies for their impertinence and then kill the child myself in front of them before I rip them apart limb by limb for disobeying me."
A deep sense of terror flashed through me and it took everything I had not to thrash away from his grasp at his words. What he had said... was wrong on a fundamental... basal level. Every instinct that I had screamed 'NO' at the... the atrocities... he had committed. I knew that he tortured other half-bloods for fun. I knew that he kept younger children, also potentially unchanged half-bloods, for their young blood. But this...?!
"I do wonder how you will react, my whorish pet?" he crooned in a mocking tone. "How will you react to having your womb violated so for such a reason? How will you react to feeling a human's mercenaries seed filling the deepest part of you? Your body Quickening as it releases that egg for fertilization? Will you panic at the sense of life sparking within you as they take you, my pet? You will be able to sense it you know. Once you have Quickened and the 'studs' have had their fill of your sweetling body, the Lordling will open the portal and send you back to me. We have so much to talk about once you are returned to my loving arms. Especially concerning your audacity in making your own Symbol without my express permission."
He released my head with another dark laugh. I let my head fall limp again and fought not to tremble openly at his threats. I opened my eyes a crack so that I could try to get a greater sense of my surroundings now that he was no longer pressed against me.
"Oh, but this will be fun to watch," he said.
His feet shifted around as he turned when a heavy sounding door was pushed open. Someone had entered the room. His voice shifted back to the Bastard's normal, singular tone.
"Ah, good, you are here," he said.
"Aye," a gruff voice filled the room. "Well now. Ain't she a sight though?"
My peripheral vision through my forceably shortened hair showed that six large men had just entered the room, each wore the roughened gear of mercenaries. I swallowed roughly and carefully glanced around the room without moving my head. There had to be something that I could do! The room was large, large enough to fit over a hundred people within it easily and from what I could tell I had been hung up in the very center of the room. I couldn't see anything that could either clue me in on my current location nor anything that I could reach. As the Bastard spoke to the mercenaries in exacting detail about what he wanted them to do to me, I carefully moved my fingers to trail over the chains that were wrapped round my wrist and wings. My hands twitched when I realized that the chain was only wrapped around my wrists and the base of my wings and nothing else...!
If I tore off my wings then the only thing that would yet keep me bound would be the chain connected to the collar around my neck. The chain seemed to have enough give to it that I would then be able to fight back and maybe, just maybe, get away once more. The only problem... was the spike directly beneath me. If I freed myself now, I would kill myself in the process. Freedom of a sort, but not the kind of freedom that I wanted. I had to wait until I could angle my body in such a way that wouldn't lead to my impaling myself. I... I would have to let them touch me and move me about. My claws scraped over the metal of the chains when my hands clenched into fists and the noise rang through the air. Oh... Fuck. I went still when I heard the Bastard laugh and saw him move to face me.
"Ah, I do believe that she is starting to wake up. Quickly now," the Bastard said with a foul laugh and I saw him wave a hand in my direction. "I want her to awaken with at least one of you buried within her."
I fought to contain my trembling when two of the men approached my dangling form. It was a battle to remain limp once their roughened hands started to trail over the bare skin of my hips and waist. I tried to bite my tongue to prevent myself from screaming when one of them abruptly pushed a probing finger inside me and only managed to contain the cry by sheer force of will when my jaw clenched uselessly around the gag. I couldn't help the abortive struggle as I tried to pull away from the males finger. Dark, fell laughter filled the air and a hand closed upon my shoulder to twist my body. Pain flared along my left wing as the hooks were pulled taunt and I felt muscle and membrane tear near the joint of the wing. A hand closed roughly around my right breast and I let out a choked grunt of pain through the open gag when that hand clenched tight. I heard the sounds of several belts being undone and the finger inside me pulled free. A hand hand closed around my leg to lift it up and expose my body to them. Another hand closed around my neck and my body was forced at an angle to where I was hanging sideways with the spike no longer directly beneath me.
Now!
Though bound by the Hylden runes, I still had enough strength to cut my claws through the joints of my wings harshly and with absolute precision. I let out a scream of pain-filled rage as muscle and sinew were severed at the joint and the remaining membrane of my wings ripped free of my back. The spike slashed a line across my chest, just under my breast as I feel and the men let out startled sounds at my sudden movements. I twisted to wriggle my hands free of the loosened chains about my wrists and lashed out despite the pain that rippled along my back in order to cut into the exposed groin of the man in front of me even as I kicked out with my left foot to crush my heel against the crotch of the man that had been behind me.
Both men fell with high pitched wails of noise and the agony in their voices pleased me.
I grabbed up the chain that had been 'round my wrists and lashed out with it like a whip to drive the other humans back when they tried to approach me. I dug the claws of my other hand into the seam of the collar in a blind attempt to wrench it from my neck. I was not able to pull the collar free but at least I was able to rip off the gag. I hissed viciously and whipped the chain again when one of them got too close too me and then abruptly ducked down to avoid a burst of magic sent my way by the Bastard.
"Uppity little bitch!" came the dual-tone snarl. "Submit pet!"
"Never," I snarled.
I spun around to strike out with the chain to bash the face of the man I had kicked in the groin. He fell with the high sound of a neck breaking and all I felt was dark satisfaction at his death.
"Bloody bitch killed Kenneth!" came the enraged shout of one of the men.
"You little bastard!" another shouted.
"I do not believe that he is going to survive either," I said with a satisfied hiss and I jerked my chin at the man whose groin I had lain open with my claws. I bared my fangs at the rest of them and let out a low growl. "None of you will!"
"Oh, my pet," the mocking dual tone filled the air and rage seared through me. "When will you learn?"
The next burst of magic was not aimed at me but instead at the hook that the chained collar was connected to. I bit into my tongue to contain my scream and blood filled my mouth even as my body arched backwards whilst that electrical magic tore through me. A roar suddenly filled the air along with the harsh and sudden sound of breaking glass. A pained grunt escaped me and I found myself abruptly being forced down to my knees. A hand closed tight in my hair as my knees hit the rough stone and I found myself bent backwards over someone else's knee. I heard the sound of steel against steel a bare moment later and then felt the sharp cut of a blade as it nicked into my neck. A cold wave of energy pulsed through me and the sensation of something tugging at my soul the way I'd felt only once before seared through me. My eyes flew wide and I gasped for breath even as I fought to hold still to keep the blade, the Reaver!, from digging any further into my flesh. The cold energy that tugged at my soul changed to... an almost caress of all things and that touch made me shudder. I met Kain's brilliant, shock-white gaze and gave just the faintest nod of my head. There was a screech of twisting metal right by my ear a moment later and the collar fell away from my neck to clatter against the stone floor. Some of my strength returned to me and I let out a relieved grunt of sound.
Kain gave me a shove to get me moving and then jerked up to a ready position. He lashed out with the Soul Reaver to cut down one of the remaining men and I scrambled to my feet. I kept hold of the chain so that I could continue to use it as a weapon and I moved to the side to keep out of his way. I winced as pain flared down my spine with every step and stumbled as I tried to dodge one of the mercenaries when he made to charge at me. The man went flying into the far wall mid-charge and without warning. A loud crunch of noise echoed in the room as his skull was crushed against the wall by the impact. I blinked and looked over at Kain, who was still occupied with the Bastard and the remaining mercenaries. I then glanced up and looked around. I saw two windows high up and I blinked dazedly when I noticed Eldar Kain at the second, opened and undamaged, window. I felt another burst of magic as it was fired in my direction and I dropped to the ground to dodge the bolt on pure instinct. It still clipped the still exposed bones of my wings and I let out a yelp of pain whilst I scrambled to the side to tuck myself against the wall.
Another mercenary tried to separate from the fight with the Younger Kain which left my silver-haired Mate to deal with the last two mercs and the Bastard. Yet another bolt of lightning arched toward my position and I had to drop the chain to avoid being caught by the magic when it hit the metal. The man who had started toward me let out a dark laugh when my make shift weapon hit the ground. He lunged toward me and swung his sword in a downwards arch aimed at my stomach. A rather large bit of rock crashed into his head before his blow could land and I had to jump to the side to avoid the brain splatter. I glanced back up at Eldar Kain even as I tried to breathe past the agony that continued to shoot along my spine with every movement.
"They never do learn to look up, do they?" I murmured in a pain-filled voice.
He shook his head and a bemused expression flitted across his face. He then indicated for me to focus on the battle that raged between his younger self and the Bastard. I turned to take it in. The other mercs had already been easily brought down by younger Kain's superior skills. The only reason the Bastard Lordling had lasted as long as he had thus far was due to Auron's ability to ride the boy's body. That dual toned voice echoed in the room and I hissed softly in anger.
"Do you really think that I am going to let you keep her?" he snarled as he sent out a wave of fireballs that forced Kain back. "The bitch is mine, you upstart little whelpling. Her every scream, her every moan, her every orifice is mine and I will have her returned to me! She is mine to tear apart as I please! Even her ability to fly is taken away at my whim!"
"You talk too much," Kain growled and his voice was filled with a cold rage.
Kain then sent a wide arching wave of his own lightning magic at the Bastard and the magic-ridden boy was forced to raise a shield in an attempt to deflect the powerful energy. The shield crumpled under the magical onslaught however and the backlash sent the Bastard reeling backwards. Kain lunged in for the kill but the Bastard yet able to focus upon his teleportation magics. My eyes widened when I saw his disappear from sight and I frantically rolled to the side in order to try to scramble away from my current position. I managed to dodge his grasping hands as he appeared behind me, but was unable to avoid the magic that slammed directly into the still exposed muscle, bone and sinew that was all that remained of my wings. I yowled in pain and lashed backwards at the Bastard, not to kill, but to cut away the necklace that held the Path Stone around his neck.
My claws hit their mark even as I fell to the ground twitching in agony and the Stone flew wide and to the side to skitter across the ground.
The Bastard let out a pained shout when the connection between he and Auron was severed. He frantically lunged for the Stone to regain what was literally the only chance that he had at continued survival. Kain was there to intercept him and he lifted the struggling, weakened form into the air.
"Vae victus," he hissed viciously in the Bastard's face. He then lashed out with the Reaver and cleaved off the boy's head.
I blinked blearily and tried to fight back against the pain that flooded my senses. I watched with a dimmed sense of detachment as the head rolled and bounced only to come to a halt against the far wall. Kain stabbed the Reaver into the ground, gathered up the inert Path Stone and then tore out the stilled heart of the Bastard before he made his way over to my side. He eased me up gently, mindful of my back and placed the heart to my lips.
"Drink Katrina," he said in a dark, yet soft purr of sound. "Drink the heart blood of one of your slain foes and regain your strength."
I found that, even had I wanted to object to drinking heart's blood, I couldn't help but reach out for the heart held in his hand. His words were compelling on an instinctual level. I resolved myself to ask Alma as to why this seemed so important. Later... later. I sank my fangs into the pro-offered heart and let out a soft hum of noise at the extra energy that pulsed through me as I fed. Once I had finished feeding, I focused on drawing what remained of my wings into my body. I let out a faint sigh of relief as the pain muted and turned into a bone deep ache rather then pure agony. I glanced upwards to see if Eldar Kain was still at the window and found myself not at all surprised to see that he was gone. Janos flew through the damaged window moments later and landed nearby. His wings flared wide when he caught sight of my wings hanging from the chains connected to the ceiling and his mouth worked for several moments without him making a sound. His eyes had widened with horror at the sight. Vorador, Alma and Kain's Captain's each entered the room from various doors mere seconds after his arrival.
"Kain, we do not have much time before the entire keep is awakened..." Vorador started as he entered.
His voice broke off a moment later in a surprised shout that was echoed by his, our, Sire, who had finally found his voice.
"Katrina! Your wings!" they cried out together in shock.
I struggled to sit up and leaned against Kain once I had finally pushed myself... mostly upright. I blinked tiredly at the hanging ruins of my wings before I looked at Kain. I shifted against him, attempted to brace myself against him to stand. He sensed my intent and helped me to my feet before he grabbed up the Reaver in his right hand, his left remained a steadying weight at my back.
"They'll grow back," I said softly, yet firmly.
"How long?" Kain asked with in cold rumble of noise.
"Ah... six or seven months," I said as I rubbed at my shoulder.
"Oh, my de... my Lady," Alma started toward me hesitantly. Kain turned his head and snarled viciously at her.
"Remain where you are woman," he hissed. "Had you remained at her side this would not have happened. Until the skies are hers again your back will be flayed open daily!"
"The fuck?!" I shouted in surprise. "Kain! That would kill her!"
"I told her what would happen to her as a result of her failure," he snarled and he looked at me with power-white eyes. "Stay silent."
"I know my failure," Alma said softly. "And will accept my punishment without complaint."
"This is... no," I shook my head and squared my shoulders. I met Kain's rage-filled gaze with angry eyes. "What were your words to her?"
"Back down Katrina!" he snarled. "You will not chang-"
"I will fight you on this if you do not answer me!" I roared back despite the pain. Dizziness flared through me and I ignored the spots that danced briefly across my vision. "What were your exact words to her Kain?!"
His jaw clenched tight and he was silent for several long moments before he spoke.
"I told her that any damage you received at Sarafan hands," he growled in a low tone, "would be visited upon her person three-fold."
"It is a fair punishment for her failure," Vorador said from the side and I pointed a shaky claw at him.
"Shut up," I ordered with a growl, though I kept my gaze locked on Kain's. "'Sarafan hands'?"
"Yes," Kain growled and his eyes lost some of the white glow.
He eyed me thoughtfully when I suddenly relaxed and I held up my hands toward him. He eyed them warily for a moment before he met my gaze once more.
"I cut my wings off myself," I said to him in a firm tone. "My hands did that."
I indicated the ruined wings and was not surprised to hear the startled hisses that escaped the others in the room. Janos let out a pained cry and his own wings pulled close to his back.
"Childe! Why?!" he asked. "Why would you cause yourself such pain?!"
"It was cut off my own wings and loose the skies for a time or let myself be raped by the mercenaries that the Bastard had brought into the room!" I roared and my vision wavered briefly. "I refused to let them have me and made my choice! I will not end up with child from such a thing!"
There were surprised and confused sounds from all within the room. I had to rub at my head and widen my stance in order to keep myself from falling over. Kain broke the startled silence once I was steady on my feet again.
"What do you mean 'with child'?" he asked in a blank tone.
"Auron delights in keeping the truth from someone until the last possible moment, just to see how they react to the new information," I said softly. "He said that I am still viable. Even called it 'Quickening a half-blood'. Apparently he delights in 'breaking in' viable females and getting them pregnant, only to have them kill their own young on his order. If the maternal instincts kick in, he kills the child himself before killing the mother. That was his intent. To get me pregnant and then have me sent back to him to force me into just such a situation."
Disgust and rage passed over the faces of those in the room. Alma was the one to break the silence this time around.
"You have no courses though my dear," she said in a confused tone.
"Womb... the womb has to be filled directly with viable seed before an egg is released to be fertilized," I said in a dull voice and I shrugged one shoulder listlessly. I looked at Kain with a frown when he tilted his head thoughtfully.
"He might have been lying," he said in an oh-so-reasonable tone.
"Possible," I responded with another shrug. "But at the same time, unlikely. He likes doing things like this Kain. He likes keeping information buried away and reveals the truth only when it can cause the most pain mentally. Most of what I know about being a half-blood was told to me in ways meant to make me to panic, to give up... to break. This may well have been the last thing he was holding back, yet what else could he be holding back about my nature until he can attempt to cause me yet more pain? I... I don't know. Nor would I have risked chancing that his words were a lie designed to make me panic. He spoke of his plan when he believed me to be unconscious. Had I truly been unconscious, he likely would have repeated himself a second time while the men... whilst they were in the middle of raping me. That is why I cut my wings off when the men had moved me in such a way that the spike was no longer directly beneath my heart. I refuse to allow him or anyone else breed me like some prized show animal for his amusement!"
My strength failed me at the last shout and my legs gave out completely. Kain caught me easily in one arm before I could hit the ground. He placed a light kiss to the skin of my neck over his Mark and a sense of 'safe' pulsed through my mind. I let out a soft grunt at the sensation and tried to push to stand on my own to no avail. He passed me over to Janos before I could do more then twitch with my agitation.
"Gather up the others swiftly," Kain ordered. "Teleportation magics will get us back home the fastest, especially given that the stronghold will be on alert shortly."
The others all nodded and minutes later no less the fifty vampires filled the room. The men divided up into groups with each group being assigned to an individual capable of the spell. Minutes later I found myself forced back to unconsciousness due to the dizzying and disconcerting effects that the transportation spell had on my weakened form as my Chosen Sire teleported the group around him home.

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