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Chapter Thirty-eight: The Inter-meaning Years Part One
This chapter will jump POVs again as we cover almost four hundred years of time via Eldar Kain and Raziel poppin' through time with some Kat POV spots. We are almost to the point where Younger Kain and Katrina go to Gaia! Yippie!
Also discussions here and there of sexual nature. You have been warned. :-)
*-*/*-*Eldar Kain/Raziel POV*-**-*
With the Sarafan Lordling dead and Lady Katrina safe once more, Raziel found himself almost literally dragged back to the Chronoplast as Eldar Kain took them forward through time in a series of small jumps. Raziel found himself at first annoyed by yet more time travel and then in turn, found himself fascinated by the subtle and not so subtle changes that could happen in only one decades time, let alone a century.
Within ten years the younger version of his Sire had solidified his holdings in the Western lands. Cities were fortified, the western banks of the Great Southern Lake were rapidly lined with reinforced outposts and the beginnings of what Raziel would know as Sanctuary of the Clans, built around the Pillars themselves, was taking shape as the marble foundation was laid out around the monument.
The problem yet lay with the Sarafan armies and would remain so for several centuries even past the Raising of Raziel and his Brother's.
While the vampires had gathered up the then remains of Lady Katrina's wings so that they could be safely dealt with before they had been teleported away, the Sarafan had found their Lord dead, beheaded and surrounded by his men, they raised the man-child up to be a martyr much as William the Young had been raised up after Kain slew him. Their zealous fever reinvigorated, the Sarafan troops rallied hard and worked with vicious fervor in order to reenact the vampire purges that had slain Vorador's original progeny and had ended with the Eldar's beheading. They hadn't counted on his young Sire expecting just such a retaliation, the tenacity of Vorador's most recent brood, the Eldar's draconian protectiveness nor the near to zealous fervor amongst Kain's own human troops due to the young vampire Lord having 'the Angel of Mercy' at his side. Lady Katrina's knowledge of her worlds first aid, sanitation and hygiene had helped to improve the humans lot in life enough to beholden them to her and make her seem the blessed creature the rumors claimed. All of which made Kain himself seem the righteous party in his quest to claim all of Nosgoth as his.
Still, the Sarafan holdings of the eastern lands had also been fortified and it would be a long time before Kain would be able to uproot the lot. In the interim, raiding skirmishes were common place on both sides and losses were to be expected. In most cases the losses on Yonger Kain's side were not permanent what with the careful placement of his vampiric troops to turn any who were critically wounded if they could be reached in time. The warriors might be lost to the army for a few months as their new natures were forcefully reigned in and instincts tamed enough that they could be around humans without trying to feed, but they returned in time to the ranks to be that much more devastating to Kain's enemies.
Some losses though...
Raziel knew stories about the Mother of Mercy's Lost Twin Jewels. Like many, upon first hearing the tale he had thought the stories spoke of real jewels, magical stones of power that had been somehow stolen or lost and awaited the lucky soul who could be clever enough to find them and gain the Lost Mother's favor upon their return. Unlike most, he had actually dared to ask his Sire about the truth behind the tale. His Sire had been 'kind' enough to correct the misconception... after taking his melancholy rage out on Raziel's hide. It hadn't helped that Raziel had foolishly asked about the tale when Kain had been alone in the Sanctuary throne room, eyeing the empty throne beside his own under the shadow of the Pillars. Any further questions about the Mother had then been held safe behind his teeth until he was certain that his Sire was in a more... amicable mood.
In short, Raziel was now able to witness the events of the tale first hand thanks to Eldar Kain dragging him about through history. The Twin Jewels, Lapis and Lazuli, had risen far in the ten years that they served amongst the human ranks under Captain Emrys command. Their skills at archery and horse back riding had been surpassed only by their vampiric counterparts. They had gone with a contingent of horse mounted archers one day to stage a raid on one of the outskirt villages near Uschtenheim and had been caught in an ambush themselves.
Eldar Kain led him to the massive pyre that had been set up by the Sarafan, uncaring that the flames could catch the forest alight if the right breeze hit the fire. They watched in silence as Katrina and Janos arrived on scene to circle the area for any survivors of the contingent. A bit of magic from Janos and the flames were suppressed before they could spread and Katrina searched the remains, rapidly loosing hope the longer she searched the corpses. She pulled away from the pile, carrying two pendants that bore her Symbol and Kain's hanging from melted chains in her hand, seemingly uncaring of the hot metal that had to be burning her flesh. Raziel watched the scene thoughtfully as Lady Katrina's long re-grown wings trembled and mantled in a threat-gesture whilst she glared east toward the Sarafan controlled lands. Janos said something that seemed to quiet the rage and, after sharing a comforting hug, the two leapt up to wing around the area one more time before they made their way back West. Eldar Kain then teleported them back to the Chronoplast to jump them another fifty years forward in time.
"Why are we doing this Kain?" Raziel rumbled as he bared his fangs in a small grimace of discomfort.
"I would have you know more of your Queen, your Empress, then what you learned by bothering the human cattle and myself concerning her legend," came the dry response. "Some things are best learnt by seeing them with one's own eyes."
"A fair point," Raziel conceded as they stepped out of the time chamber.
From there Eldar Kain led him by flight toward a large, forested plateau near Nupraptor's retreat. The scent of fire and smoke was strong in the air and they landed a good fifty feet from the massive bonfire that raged at the new clearing in the center of the plateau. Lady Katrina sat crouched on a low-to-the-ground boulder, wings furled over her shoulders like a bird of prey at rest on its' perch. A pile of cheap looking bottles of whiskey and beer that lay unopened by her feet. Alma stood nearby, both ready to obey any order issued and to act as her Lady's guard. Raziel frowned when he felt a pulsing burst of energy originate from Katrina and then raised a brow as she turned her head just slightly in their direction.
"Alma," she said in a dark tone as she looked back to the flames. "Leave the plateau and return in an hour."
"My Lady," Alma said with a frown as she uncrossed her arms and moved a half step closer. Katrina hissed softly at the other female and the taller woman froze. "I am to remain by your side when you are alone. The Sarafan still wish your capture, even if you cannot be forced to return to Gaia."
"It is good then that we are not alone," came the grumbling reply. "Now leave."
"Not alone?" Alma asked in a confused voice as she looked around the area. "My Lady, we are the only one's here. If Kain finds out..."
"Then it is my hide, not yours," came the dark snarl. "Go Alma. That is an order."
Alma bowed her head and started off past the rough, rage torn edge of the new clearing. Raziel tilted his head when he felt another pulse of energy pass over the area and both brows flew to his hair line when Lady Katrina yelled.
"I said 'leave the plateau'!" she shouted. "Or do I need to introduce you to the concept of a molotov cocktail?!"
There was a third pulse a few minutes later and she let out a small sound of pained satisfaction. Wings rose up and ruffled briefly before she turned to look their direction in full.
"Need to talk to me about something or are you here for a conjugal visit?" she asked them with a bitter smile.
"Neither, mine Little One," his Sire said as he walked from behind the trees and over to her side. "You grieve and my younger self can only do so much to offer comfort when you threaten violence and then bolt for the hills."
"..." she blinked and then let out a thoughtful hum of noise as Raziel approached the pair warily. "Right... I did threaten to burn your hair off and kick you in the groin, didn't I?"
"You did at that," Eldar Kain said with an amused rumble. "Though those were among the mildest of the threats you threw my way."
"If I may be allowed," Raziel started slowly. "Why would you threaten such things my Lady?"
"Word to the wise," his Lady said to him with a smile that was all fang. "Never tell a grieving woman to 'get over it' when you're trying to be 'comforting'."
His Sire cleared his throat even as Raziel's eyebrows flew back up to his hair line.
"In my defense, that is not precisely what I said," Eldar Kain said as he looked at the bonfire.
"'It was not something that could be controlled. You are helping no one with your rage,'" she said in a mocking tone. "Boiled down to the bare bones of it Kain, you said 'get over it'. Doesn't help things when my Chosen Sire keeps offering platitudes about 'patience and trust in the Wheel'. Wanted to knock his damned teeth in earlier... but he doesn't know the truth. I honestly think that knowledge would break him... but that doesn't change the fact that he keeps pissing me off right now."
Raziel idly scratched at the side of his neck as he subtly took a few steps back from the pair and furled his wings tight against his back. Female vampires in a grief-rage were a far different creature to deal with compared to female humans in a similar state. His Sire flashed him a bemused look before he turned back to the winged female and gently rested a taloned hand on her shoulder. A low, warning rumble escaped her at the touch before she let out a sigh and rubbed at the bridge of her nose as she allowed the touch.
"I know this is about the Twin Jewels," Raziel said slowly. "But they died fifty years ago now for you."
"Exactly," his Lady said with a dark growl. "Fifty years. They should have been reborn by now and made their way back to our side Raziel. They swore a Soul Oath to Kain and I. Where are they?"
"Ah," Raziel said with a rapid blink of his eyes as he realized the reason behind her upset.
"Plans to fight the Parasite..." Lady Katrina started as she rolled the neck of one of the bottles between her fingers. "That was... just wanting to help protect and restore my new home, to help Kain. I don't want to go back to Gaia, not really, and Nosgoth can be beautiful... can be Home. At any rate, if the Twin's haven't been reborn by now then that only means one thing; the Parasite consumed their souls. Things are... personal now is all."
"I see..." Raziel said slowly. He eyed the unopened bottles warily. "Do you plan to drink all of this my Lady?"
"Drink?" she turned to him with a blink and then eyed the bottles before she let out a low, mirthless laugh. "Alcohol enhances the mood you're currently in. Anger becomes rage, sorrow becomes depression, cheerful... Yeah, I only drink when I'm in a good mood for a reason, though that tends to mean I'm a 'giggly' drunk when I've had too much. It also lowers inhibitions, making you more prone to act on your anger or be convinced to do something you wouldn't do otherwise. Not happening, by the by, no matter how drunk I get."
She looked at Eldar Kain at those words and knocked her wing against him.
"Yes, it will," he responded with a small, satisfied smirk.
"No, it wont," she said with a hiss and a huff of breath as she looked back at the fire.
Raziel raised a confused brow at the pair and Eldar Kain simply smirked at his questioning look. What ever 'it' was, Eldar Kain had the distinct memory of it happening so... Raziel shook his head and waved a taloned hand at the pile of bottles.
"What are the bottles for then?" he asked.
"This."
She reached out with one clawed hand and grabbed a large log of wood that lay next to the boulder, one of the trees she had knocked over in her rage, and of a size that no human of her build would have been able to pick up. She then tossed it onto the bonfire. The resultant flaring of flame lasted for a moment before the fire started to die down under the weight of so much wood being added all at once. A moment later and one of the bottles hit the log and the flames eagerly fed upon the fuel to roar in a brief inferno that caused the three of them to lid their eyes partly shut against the brightness. The trio watched the flames in silence for several long minutes before she spoke up in a mournful tone.
"I was going to ask Janos or Vorador to turn them, if they were willing," she said softly as the fire tapered back out to a soft roar. "That decade was... watching them grow up, grow stronger and even more skilled... They would have made a hell of a team as vampires. Made me proud."
"Kill stealing hellions," Eldar Kain murmured in an almost soft tone.
"Our kill stealing hellions," she let out a sigh and Raziel was reminded painfully by her grief of his own Childe, his Clan.
When Raziel's Clan had rebelled after he was tossed into the Abyss, his Sire told him that he had been swift to put down the insurrection and end it before it could become more then a foot-note in the river of history. Raziel could only take consolation in the fact that Kain had ordered that each of their deaths be swift and honorable and that they were spared the devolution that had affected his Brother's and their own broods. Raziel did not want to imagine the horror of running across the twisted forms of his most treasured Childe, rendered monstrous in form instead of the beauty, the fairness of face and form and the fierceness he could recall with crystal clarity when he thought of his Childe during the height of Kain's Empire. It had bad enough seeing his Brother's Childe twisted so. Kain's nature as the Balance Guardian had kept him from being twisted so horribly by the corruption laced within the Hylden spell and both Raziel's time in the Abyss as well as his actions to purify himself as the Reaver would forever protect him from such a darksome series of changes now. Both males, after having a lengthy discussion, felt distinctly certain that any new Childe they might make would also be free of the corruption that had twisted Kain's Childe so badly at the end. The chance for a new empire was there now, if they could defeat the Parasite. Still, the ones he had lost... the memories yet haunted him at times...
Katrina sighed as she tossed a bottle back and forth in her hands before she let the bottle drop to the ground. The noise drew Raziel's attention back to the scene in front of him and he frowned faintly as he watched her take the same pendants that she had rescued from the fire, years ago for her now, and turned them over in her hands. She tossed them into the fire and only then did she toss another bottle onto the bonfire. They watched the fire in silence for a long while.
"If I can... I'm going to make sure that fat parasite burns," she hissed suddenly in a dark promise.
Eldar Kain's taloned hand moved to rest on the back of her neck to issue a soothing squeeze. She reached up a moment later and pulled his hand from her neck to examine the talons with her own smaller claws.
"When do you get these anyway?" she asked softly as she trailed needle-sharp claws over the large, spear-like, talons that were sharp and serrated along the inner curve just past the second knuckle and yet smooth along the backside.
"In roughly sixty years my younger self should enter the change that Gift's these," he murmured softly as he allowed the liberty she was taking.
"Anything I need to watch for as far as clues to when you're going to enter that change? It's supposed to be a kind of torpor, right? A forced slumber? Never really thought to ask Janos, Vorador or you about it before now," she asked as she turned his hand over and examined the rough palm.
"My younger self will become easily irritable, quick to anger and rage," Eldar Kain said with a shrug and then let out a sigh as she shared a bemused look with Raziel. "More so then the usual. The touch of others will become nigh unbearable, even yours. You'll know the time is upon me when I slap away your hand away forcefully as you go to touch my hair whilst we are alone. The torpor will last for two months, keep a crate of blood vials on hand as well as a human prisoner or two slated for death. My younger self will be ravenous upon waking."
"Hmm, I'll remember," she said with a nod of her head as she dropped his hand and looked back to the bonfire. "And myself? Will I enter ever a torpor state despite being a half blood?"
"Yes," his Sire said with a small inclination of his head. "Close to two hundred years from now. You do not gain talons however. Your form continues to remain human at first glance, a benefit of being a half blood that will allow you to hide in plain sight amongst the humans."
"Alright," she let out a sigh and leaned against Kain's side briefly before she moved to curl up on half on her side with her wings raised up and mantled over her as she watched the fire. "Anyway... Alma should be back soon. I know I need to have the memories of Raziel blocked again."
"She will and you do. Rest, mine Little One," Eldar Kain murmured softly and touched the tip of a taloned finger to her head in a light brush.
Raziel's wings twitched as he moved a bit closer to them and he reached out to lightly brush the back of his hand against her wings. Even asleep as she was now the limb pushed into the light touch in a subconscious entreaty for more such gentle caresses. The feathers were soft as down and Eldar Kain allowed his curious touch for a brief moment longer before he pulled Raziel away.
"Come along now, mine own," his Sire rumbled. "Alma will be back in but a moment."
Raziel inclined his head as the teleportation magic wrapped around the pair even as the female in question moved back into the clearing to make her way to Lady Katrina's side once more. Another jump in time awaited the pair.
*-*/*-*Katrina POV*-**-*
-Roughly Sixty Years Later-
I made my way back into our mansion at Steinchencroe with a small yawn, Alma at my side. I'd just finished up a long campaign that had led our troops to successfully spread our borders just enough that Vorador's Mansion had finally been able to be reclaimed. Vorador had been pleased as punch to hear the news when I had Whispered our success to the others. Fortifications of the outposts were being finalized by the time I'd left the main bulk of the troops behind and I had long been eager to return from the field to enjoy civilized comforts again. I had been gone for six months this time around and had only seen Kain in passing a few times as he checked in on my troops, now two-hundred strong, before he had gone off to lead his various charges against the fortified human cities and towns to the south of Uschtenheim in raids meant to weaken the Sarafan forces.
I moved into our bed chambers and had to contain a soft sigh of disappointment when I realized that Kain was still out on his current campaign. The room was covered with a fine layer of dust due to disuse. I called for a pair of servants to clean the room and air it out and then Alma helped me to peel off the armor for the servants to clean. She followed me as I made my way to the neighboring room that housed the large blood pool. I stripped down, too exhausted and too used to Alma's constant presence by now to be overly shy around her any more, and then sank into the warmed fluid with a groan as the heat sank into and soothed tired muscles.
"A massage my dear?" she asked with a soft, soothing croon. "You look like you need one."
"Yes, that would be wonderful," I murmured as I turned to lean my arms over the edge of the pool so that she would have better access to my flight-sore wings.
Alma stripped down herself and joined me in the warm fluid. She moved up behind me and deftly began a slow massage that slowly caused me to go limp against the edge of the pool. I reflected briefly on my years spent in Nosgoth so far as she continued her skill ministrations.
Alma had explained to me at one point that when Kain had offered me the heart of the Lordling, that he had been both reaffirming his claim on me and also once more offering his protection and strength to me as he had when he had first Marked me. The difference lay in the fact that it was more of a public offering of protection then the more private Marking had been.
Kain and I had had that talk regarding others in our bed roughly three decades ago. He was not the sharing type when it came to me and the thought of other males having what was his anger inducing for him. He might desire to take a male to his bed and allow me to watch, but said hypothetical male would not be allowed to touch me in the slightest, not unless Kain could trust said male with both his life and my own. He truly felt it unlikely that such a thing would ever happen. He admitted with a lustful leer that the thought of another female in our bed for me to dominate though, was 'a pleasing thought indeed' and I tentatively admitted that such a thing might well be... fun. I had also shyly admitted to him that the thought of watching him as he was pleasured by another male, or as he took said hypothetical male, was... pleasing for me as well... the thought of just being able to watch such a thing... he'd chuckled at my resultant blush as I became consciously aware of the fact that I had voyeuristic tendencies. The mirror above our bed and the fact that it had never bothered me should have clued me in long before that particular discussion as to that fact but somehow I had completely missed it until then.
"Still such a shy thing at times," he'd murmured into my neck.
"Sometimes," I'd admitted.
"It is endearing, my Little One," he'd said before he'd bitten into my neck.
From there I had hesitantly allowed Alma into our bed, though for the past decade it had merely been to offer gentle touches to offset Kain's oft rough claimings. Feminine hands to tease over my wings, light kisses along my spine and sides, a teasing, sometimes taunting counterpoint of pleasure designed to keep me on edge. Skilled as she was at such things, Kain occasionally used her skills to keep me on that edge for hours at a time. The most I had allowed her thus far concerning my person was to feed at the base of my wings and send that resultant jolting pain/pleasure down my spine. I had realized at one point that she had been doing nothing for herself both before and after she had started to join us and I had all but yelled at her in my embarrassed upset to 'Go and get laid, for heaven's sake woman!' It had never been my intent to deny her her own pleasure up til then, but Kain's order had meant that she was to be practically my slave for at least one hundred years time. Unless I granted her explicit permission, she could not do as she normally did, bound as she was to my will and whim.
That had led to a small... eh... hissy fit on my part where I ignored Kain for a good two weeks straight as I focused on both my railroad groups and my troops. I might not have asked for details regarding the full extent of just how bound to my will Alma's was, but neither had he volunteered the information. Neither of us apologized with words, but the resultant week in isolation spoke volumes far louder then any words as he introduced me to a new toy... to be used on him if I wished it as it was a toy designed to stimulate a males prostate. The resultant roars on Kain's part and screams on my own over that week had actually driven Vorador off for a while to the newly rebuilt Meridian Sanctuary and Janos off to one of the other cities as he worked on puzzling out the Path Store. Though from what I heard later, Janos had taken Nikolai with him and they had barely made any real progress on the stone. Vorador, the old pervert, had blatantly made off with no less the five of his Bride's during the time he was gone. Kain found both amusement and annoyance when we learned that, as he'd had a mission in the works that involved two of the females Vorador made off with. In either case, I gave Alma instruction to tend to her own needs as she would have normally in regards to such activities and had found myself relieved by the grateful touch of her mind against my own when I gave that order. Several decades of being unable to do anything, even to ones' self, without even being able to ask for relief had to have been maddening for her.
More then one male had walked around with a noticeable limp and a pleased expression in the week that followed...
Alma's deft fingers dug into a particularly good spot along the joints of my wings and drew my thoughts back to the present. I arched against the touch and let out a low moan of pained pleasure as the tensed muscles were teased into relaxing. As her hands moved lower along my spine the door of the room slammed open and caused us both to jump as we turned toward it as we shifted into defensive crouches. Kain stood in the doorway and blinked at us, an expression of annoyance and mild surprise on his face. The surprise faded swiftly and he slammed the door shut behind him as he moved without word into the room and stripped down himself. The Soul Reaver was then stabbed point first into the stone of the floor near the pool and he entered the blood pool with a sub-harmonic growl of noise that put both Alma and I further on edge. As he started to vigorously tend to his hair on his own, all while making that low threat-sound, I nudged Alma with the edge of one wing.
~Leave,~ I told her. ~I don't know what has him in such a state, but you should go lest he take his ire out on you.~
~My Lady... when he has been in such states before...~ she started slowly.
~He had never harmed me when enraged. The most he has done has taken me until I am senseless before sharing the reason for his ire once he is calmed by the pleasure,~ I responded firmly. ~You are the one in danger here, not I. Go.~
Alma nodded her head at that and carefully left the pool. When she passed close to Kain, his sub-harmonic grumbling became an outright snarl of noise that chased the taller woman from the room. My wings twitched faintly with nervousness, as this was a quieter rage then what I was used to seeing from him when something upset him. Normally he would rant and rave about someone's idiocy or failure if something went wrong while he was one on the field. This... he was silent beyond the now once more sub-harmonic threat-noise and even that was softer then before now that Alma was gone. He ducked under the fluid to rinse the cleansing oils from his hair before he rose back up barely a second later to grab one of the scrubbing clothes up to clean the road from his pale skin, his hair hiding most of his face from view. I moved toward him a few steps as I kept low, wings drawn close to my shoulders and claws curled against the palms of my hands.
"Kain? Did something happen?" I asked hesitantly as I pushed my hair behind my right ear to ensure that the earring and his Mark on my neck were visible to him.
Normally an offer of a willing ear, and my bared throat, would trigger the usual rant if he had been fighting to keep his anger leashed, but he remained silent. A near sluggish pulse of his Aura pushed against me. A sense of anger, irritation, of impatience and edginess almost like an itch that could not be reached pushed against my mind. I tilted my head slightly to bare my neck to him just that little bit more as I took another step toward him. I frowned as I noticed that he was scrubbing his skin far harder then what he should as the pale skin was turning red with irritation. I reached out to try to push his hair back behind one ear, to look at his face. I let out a yelp of pain as his eyes flashed pure white and his hand slapped out suddenly to strike away my own reaching hand hard enough that I felt the outer metacarpus of my right hand snap at the strength behind the unexpected blow. I hissed at the pain and stumbled back several steps as I held my hand close to my chest and I had to fight a sudden desire to bolt.
The hunters glow immediately faded as his eyes changed back to blue-gold and his head jerked up as he stared at where I cradled my hand. He took in a long scent of the air and noted my suddenly fearful scent. His jaw clenched and un-clenched several times over before he slowly moved over to try to take my wounded hand into his own. I hissed again as I backed away from and backed myself against the corner of the pool with my wings spread out in warning-gesture. His hands clenched into tight fists that shook and he sent out another sluggish push of his Aura against my own, the anger, irritation, edginess were all still prominent but now there was a sense of shock, unease and mild confusion on top of it all. He opened his right hand in a way that slashed his claws across the palm to open up a wide wound and he held his hand out to me, cupped in a way that had the welling blood filled his hand swiftly. He had done as such before over the years during the few times I had be driven to use my safe-word when pain began to outweigh pleasure during our activities. It was a silent way of apology, an offering for me to take once my mind had calmed and memories were once more contained. I eased forward warily and he shifted that cupped hand a little closer to me in that silent offer as he trembled and shook with controlled... something. This wasn't a rage... not exactly.
I approached warily as I felt my vampiric healing factor work to swiftly heal the broken bone. He raised his hand up carefully to my lips. I reached to try to take his hand in mine and the rumble in his chest grew louder for a moment. I dropped my hand away and the rumble faded to a lower note. I opened my mouth close to the cupped hand and he tilted his hand and let the welled blood pour into my mouth without touching me. The power rich blood was a heady thing and helped my body heal the broken bone that much faster, yet I remained focused and wary as I watched him. I stepped back when he pulled his hand away and rubbed at the still sore edge of my hand. Kain reached up to rub at his head and I frowned in concern as I remembered something.
"Torpor," I murmured and his head jerked back up as his near to wild gaze narrowed on me. "I think you're about to enter a torpor state. I... let me go get Janos. Or maybe Vorador...?"
"Hnnnn..." he growled low and shook his head as he spoke with a voice that was rougher and thicker then normal. "Whisper them... stay here."
"I'm not sure I shou-ECK!"
A surprised yelp escaped me as I suddenly found myself forced to my knees in the blood pool, head pulled back by the hair in a forced baring of my throat and the fluid up to my shoulders. My wings flared wide and sent the blood-oil mixture in a wave over the edge of the pool. I trembled violently and panted for breath as he knelt down in front of me and slowly closed his fangs over the front of my throat. The pressure increased to where my breathing became choked off and strained as I tried to breathe past the near crushing grip on my trachea. Another sluggish push of his Aura rolled over me, this one far less coherent then even the previous bursts of mental energy but gave the near wordless sense of 'Mine', 'Submit' and, dimly beneath it all, 'Call Clan'. I sent out a desperate Whisper to the Eldest of us at the last push.
~Vorador! Janos! One of you, answer me please! I believe Kain is entering a Torpor state! I don't know what to do right now!~
~Oh my word,~ Janos' worried voice responded to my call first. ~Are you near him? Baser instincts become far more volatile as the conscious mind is weakened and the vampire chases off or neutralizes any potential threats nearby as a result to clear their territory before they fall into the forced slumber.~
~Nnn!~ I cried out physically and mentally as the grip at my neck tightened just slightly. This was a near to crushing bite that, and while his fangs were buried in my skin with blood trickling down my neck from the wounds, it held none of the pleasure of feeding as he was not drawing forth any of my blood in order to drink from me. This was a bite that was pure, animalistic, domination. ~Fangs... closed on the front... of my throat... far more then just... 'near him' right now Sire!~
~By the Pillars! Do nothing to aggravate him Childe! What sense do you get from him over the Whisper?~
~Ah... ow, just 'mine' and 'submit' a-at this... shit! At this point!~
~Remain still and do not fight him!~
I had struggled against the grip at my throat briefly before I registered Janos' warning. I fell limp as I could and the mental push faded simply to a mindless pressure of 'Mine'. Claws dug sharply into my shoulders as Kain lifted me up whilst he stood and I let out a choked keen of breath as I fought to stay limp in submission, yet the new angle increased the pain of that tight grip and cut off yet more of my air. My wings drooped into the fluid and my limbs hung loose as I let out a choked keen of submission. I could no longer focus on trying to call out over the Whisper as I let my own instincts take over but I could clearly sense the brush of Vorador's mind against my own letting me know that he was the closest to our position and was on his way.
Kain's dangerous grip on my throat had just started to ease when Vorador pushed the door to the room open with a snarl and the heavy push of an Eldar's Aura. I found myself bodily flung to the back of the room, away from Vorador, and let out a grunt at the impact before I tried to push to my feet. Two Aura's, one weakened and one strong, pushed against me as both males gave off the mental equivalent of 'stay put!' as they glared at each other.
The resultant, vicious, fight was brief and Vorador managed to clock Kain soundly over the head when one of his blows was a touch overextended, an error he would not have made when in his right mind. Vorador examined the ruined cuff of his sleeve briefly before he let out a sigh and shook his head.
"Idiot whelpling," he muttered in a darkly amused voice as he pick Kain up by the scruff of his pants. "Next time you are about to enter Torpor, do not put off finding a place to slumber. It is no wonder Leon and Emrys returned bloodied this eve."
My brows flew up at the rough treatment even as I stood and rolled my shoulders. My movement caught the green-skinned Eldar's attention and I froze warily. My wings were partly spread out and kept most of my blood-oil covered form concealed from sight. Vorador tilted his head at me and then inclined his head toward the door.
"I'm taking him to your rooms," he said. "Clean up swiftly Sister."
With that he left the room, still carrying Kain in that rough hold. I rushed over to the pool in order to use the rune designed to pull the excess fluid from me and swiftly put on the set of clean clothes I had brought in with me. I pushed into our chambers and found Vorador staring at the balcony doors with a thoughtful frown. I moved over to the side chamber that held the armories and pushed open the door. There were no large windows or doors in this smaller chamber and it would be far more defensible. Vorador noticed my movement and peeked into the room. He nodded his head a moment later and dropped Kain just inside the doorway before he moved over to the bed.
"Here Sister," Vorador said as he grabbed up a pile of the pillows on the bed. "Grab the mattress, we need to make a bit of a nest for the whelp."
"Why do you keep calling him that?" I asked with a raised brow even as I grabbed up the large mattress and dragged it into the other room and set it down in the corner farthest from the door.
"I may be helping Kain in his endeavors since he is the Balance Guardian, but it does not change the fact that he is still a youngster with just under five hundred years under his belt," Vorador said as he dropped the pillows onto the mattress. I moved to rearrange them into something of a nest out of instinct and then moved back to grab a few blankets from the closet next to the bed. Vorador kept speaking as I moved, my hearing easily able to make out his words. "I have faced thousands of years, survived innumerable wars and purges. There are horrors the whelp has yet to face, to understand. Simply put Sister, he will always be a whelping to me."
Vorador picked Kain back up and tossed him onto the make shift nest once I was done laying out the blankets. Kain twitched unconsciously and curled up with a low groaning growl. I watched in worry as his hands and feet seemed to seize in a painful cramp and he let out a hiss of pain.
"Ah," Vorador said with a thoughtful nod of his head. "He will wake in two months then."
"Pardon?" I said in confusion even as I felt that the time frame was accurate. "Oh... now that looks... odd."
Magic had coiled around Kain's hands and feet and then spread slowly over the rest of his body. The energy seemed to solidify into an almost cocoon like substance that rapidly hardened around him. I shifted a bit closer and my own instincts started to become almost hyper-aware of everything around us. I twitched toward the sound of a mouse as it ran through the walls and then frowned up at Vorador as I crouched close to Kain's concealed form.
"He is going through the change to gain talons," Vorador said simply as he scraped his own claws together in a sharpening movement. "It takes roughly two months for this change to be completed. Janos and I will watch over the troops and keep the humans in line. I will send for Alma to help you stand guard, being Mate Marked as you are, you will not want to leave his side for long with him in such a state."
"Is that why everything feels hyper-focused all of a sudden?" I asked.
"Yes," he said with a nod of his head. "Rest while you can. When the cocoon becomes brittle, you will know he is about to awaken. Send for us."
The next two months were a touch nerve wracking as I stood guard over Kain as he went through the Torpor. The only ones I allowed close to us were Alma, Janos and Vorador. Anyone else to make the mistake of coming too close, such as one of the poor servants who had simply come up to clean the main room, were subsequently chased off with a number of non-lethal wounds. Janos kept me supplied with a pile of books to get me through the tedium, yet I could hardly focus on the words on the pages with how hyped up my instincts were to every little sound. At nearly two months I started to poke a claw against the cocoon each morning. Finally, one of the pokes resulted in my claw successfully stabbing through the strange material and I let out a sound of satisfaction. I Whispered to Vorador to bring up a few prisoners slated for execution if we had any and let out a huff of breath through my nose.
Alma helped Vorador drag three prisoners into the room, each of them chained and unconscious. I fed on one of the males once the pair left the room. Alma remained just outside of the doors to the room as she had been the past two months as a guard. I dragged the other two several feet closer to the make shift nest and made sure they were bound securely so as not to be a threat before I curled up on the mattress and poked again at the increasingly brittle cocoon. One of the pokes finally resulted in a sleepy, hungry sounding growl of noise and I perked up with a questioning rumble of noise. Kain shifted around within the cocoon and more of it fell apart at his movements. I reached out to carefully tug away parts of the cocoon and then stopped as that mental beast-image tugged at my mind. I pulled back and moved out of range of the cocoon, leaving the humans as the closest living things to Kain.
He shifted further and let out a dark, mindless growl of hunger as the rest of the cocoon fell to pieces around him. I watched warily as he shifted forward, his new talons slashing viciously through the bedding around him as he scented at the air. One of the humans started to wake and let out a whimper of sound as he realized a vampire was close by. Kain's eyes flashed white and a second later he was on the human. The human male let out a high scream that ended in a gurgle as Kain's fangs ripped his throat open and those spear-like talons tore slashed through the humans arms. He lapped at the bloody wounds with a mindless hunger before he tore through the now dead humans chest in order to feast on the rich heart blood. Initial hunger sated, he moved over to the one human that remained. The human in question was lucky in that he was still unconscious and Kain snapped the man's neck swiftly before he sank fangs into his throat and fed deep.
Kain lifted away from the now corpse with a rough, growling gasp of air before he sat back on his haunches. He looked over his hands carefully as he took in the new shape the new talons and now cloven feet. I looked him over carefully from a distance and took note of the fact that his skin also seemed, harder, as if he had a little more muscle on him now. It made him look more buff, as if he had been doing extensive weight lifting and he had less of the lean build that he had had before the change. My wings twitched slightly and his head jerked up in my direction instantly. I froze as his hunter's white gaze landed on me and I had to let my breath out slowly as I forced my heart beat to calm. I carefully shifted my stance and allowed my wings to fan around me slowly in a subtle presentation. He rose and stalked toward me slowly a moment later. He started to reach me before he stilled and turned his head to eye the first human that he had fed from, a torn and ruined pile of flesh. He turned back to me and very slowly closed his now taloned hand around my upper arm. I flinched when the slightest tightening of his grip caused those new talons to open small gashes in my arm and he was swift to pull his hand back. He crouched down in front of me and slowly lapped at the wounds as they healed and he let his talons dig roughly into the stone floor. Lips moved from my arm to my shoulder and then to the junction where shoulder and neck met as he scraped fangs over his Mark so very lightly.
"Mine," he murmured against my neck as he very carefully drew me against him and then fell back for me to land atop him. "Mine own. My Little One."
I let out a soft chuckle as I leaned in to kiss his lips lightly. "About time you woke up, you lazy bastard."
He let out a roughened laugh of his own as he let his taloned hands rest carefully on my hips. I carefully reached to grab his wrists and pushed his hands down to the ground carefully. His eyes flashed white once more as he raised a brow at me and I kissed him a little harder.
"No touching for now," I murmured against his lips. "Let me do the work until you are used to your new strength. I'd like to avoid getting cut up on accident."
"Hnn, I will allow it for now Katrina," he replied as he ran a roughened tongue over my lower lip.
TBC... ^.^
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