Pairing: Sebastian/Kain

Part: Four of four

Set: Durinood ood Omen
Two with Flashbacks to the time between Blood Omen and Blood Omen Two.

Authoress note: My second attempt, hopefully this one will be a
little bit better than the last. The whole fic is from Sebastian’s point of
view. Note that the e wae was taken from a John smiths extra smooth glass ^_^

I was tempted to use the other ending to this battle, -
the one where if you leave Seb up on the dais when he shouts “I will destroy
this precious jewel” then he goes on ranting about dying together – but I
couldn’t get it to work.

Long
chapter.

Italics =
flashbacks and thoughts

I would also like to thank my beta reader Anne
Shard for making this all it can be.

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Chapter Four

{Sebastian}

He was here.

Sebastian knew the minute he emerged from slumber that
Kain was here, in the Industrial quarter.

There was nothing here but humans, machines and Sebastian.

Sebastian swallowed; maybe Kain had regained his memory
and was now here to hunt him down. He shivered, then
stopped at that thought. Wasn’t that what he wanted? The idea of his past Lord,
enraged and out for revenge, did not please him; but then, neither did the idea
of him having to kill his Lord who was lost, confused and did not remember or
understand why.

He would rather have his Lord screaming for his death than
staring at him the way he had in the lower city.

Then, like lightening, it hit him. The nexus stone!

The one thing that would protect one from the reaver, the
only protection there was. Sebastian growled low in his throat. The Sarafan
Lord had used the stone once, he remembered it
exactly, the way it had glinted on his golden armour. Sebastian had thought it
beautiful then, but now he couldn’t stomach to be in the same room as it. That
stone had been Kain’s undoing.

Now, because of it, the Sarafan Lord held the reaver.

The elegant sword had always looked so very wrong held in
that creature’s hands, so very clumsy and ill fitting, unlike when held in his
Lord’s hands. The sword matched Kain perfectly; it was like the two had been
made for each other. He remembered many times watching his Lord use, clean or just hold the sword; he had treated the damn
sword better than he treated most people.

It was always close to him, held in his lap, his fingers
playing over the blade, and even when the blade was propped in a corner in his
room Kain’s eyes always strayed to it. Many a time Kain had just held out his
hand and the reaver had jolted to him as if pulled by fast wings. The two had
been inexplicably drawn to each other.

If Kain really was after the Nexus stone, then that meant
he really was going to fight the Sarafan Lord. That thought brought two
emotions this time. One was fear, for he knew that his present Lord was a
strong and brutal creature. But the other was an acute sense of relief; at
least, his past Lord was really giving thought to his attack this time by
collecting the nexus stone.

He stood and exited his quarters. Then, he made his way
towards his past Lord’s energy. He was determined this time; he had to kill
him. He had to! If he didn’t, then the Sarafan Lord would have him chained in
the dungeon like the poor creature he had been forced to see. He would not
allow his lord to fall to that fate.

At least, if he killed him, it would be kind and painless.
Then, with his Lord dead, Sebastian would allow himself to die. They would be
together again, he would make sure of it.

Outside was cold, but as he clambered lower towards the
entrance chambers and his Lord’s energy, it warmed, the heat from the machines
heating the air. He paused on one of the tower roofs, he could see him.

His Lord crouched just a few feet away on a lower roof.
Sebastian swallowed heavily. If he took five steps. he could be in his Lord’s arms again. But no! He had to do
this! Sebastian edged forwards just a little, weapon held tightly in his grasp.
He raised the sword and prepared to leap down behind his Lord, when Kain
suddenly laughed.

“These
humans never looked twice in my direction; little do they know their future
Lord walks among them. Now tell me of this place”

Sebastian
felt wetness on his cheek that did not burn. A blood tear. His Lord was
sounding more like himself now, and he lowered his sword as Kain walked away towards
the centre of the roof.

Obviously,
Kain was using the whisper, a form of telepathy found only in vampires. Perhaps
he was talking to Vorador. It hurt Sebastian to have his past so close, Kain
and Vorador . . . would they take him back? Would he be welcome in the Cabal?

Excitement
filled him for a brief moment as he imagined throwing himself at his past
Lord’s feet and begging to be spared. His Lord would help him stand and welcome
him back with open arms. Together, they would find the Nexus stone and venture
back to where ever the vampires’ base was. He would meet his father once again.
Then, together, they would destroy the Sarafan.

His happy
daydream was blown away by his Lord’s voice

“Have you
any further wisdom to dispense?” Yes, Kain was most defiantly talking with
Vorador.

His day
dream shattered by reality, he crouched and made to spring, but found himself
just watching as Kain leapt elegantly down onto the bridge. A human female
guard noticed him almost instantly, but not fast enough. A pristine clawed hand
dipped into her chest as if into warm butter and remerged pulling forth her
heart.

A second
guard ran up from behind and managed to score a hit on his past Lord. Sebastian
winced in sympathy, then stopped breathing as Kain closed a hand on the woman’s
throat and he lifted her slamming her into a wall. She became limp in his,
hands dazed by the blow. Sebastian bit his own lip as his Lord sunk his fangs
into the woman. She groaned loudly becoming lost in the poisons of a vampire
bite. Her thin arms wrapped around his Lord’s shoulders, one hand twining in
his hair, her legs wrapping around his waist as she died.

Sebastian
ran.

He
collapsed in his chambers once again. He clawed at his helmet for a moment
before throwing it off. His hands buried themselves in his hair, trying to get
as close as possible to his brain so he could force the memories away.

Sebastian gasped and writhed as much as he possibly
could, considering he was trapped between a wall and his Lord. Fangs scraped across his flesh, causing all the small hairs on his
arms, legs and neck to stand to attention.

“Please,” he breathed and was answered as fangs
dipped gently into his flesh.

Sebastian felt himself go completely rigid
everywhere. His breath was coming in short gasps, the poison of the bite
slipping into his system, drowning his thoughts in pure sensation. He felt
himself push forward, pressing completely against his Lord. He whimpered loudly
as he felt his Lord draw back.

He jerked
awake, gasping, sweating and with blood tears running down his face.

The dream
was a vision, a vision of what was going to happen if he didn’t stop it right
now! It gave him strength and refilled his determination to protect the one he
held most dear, even if it meant killing him first.

Sebastian
wiped his face with his bed sheet and stood. There was work to be done.

~

He
smirked to himself, hoping he said the location of the stone loud enough so
Kain would have heard, but not too loud that he would be suspicious.

“Who is
it, sire?” the guard asked.

“The only thing in this God forsaken world I have
evered,”ed,” Sebastian thought.

“An old
friend, who will learn his place in the world, at last,” he sniffed. “If you
see or hear anything out of the ordinary report it to me at once!”

He
continued smirking as he walked off, listening to the screams of the guards as
they were slaughtered. It seemed Kain had not lost his appetite for slaughter.
It was strange really, nights of sitting in the cultured library talking of
politics and battle tactics with Kain had often caused Sebastian to forget how
primal and blood thirsty his past Lord could be.

He shook
his head, no! He would not slip into his memories.

He
stalked quickly towards the staff room in the power chamber where the Nexus
stone was held. His appearance caused several of the humans to drop hot
beverages on themselves, and then try to hide the fact that it was scolding
them.

“One of
you is to take up position in the control box” he snapped.

A single
human stood and walked to him. He nodded, and together they walked towards the
power chamber.

“Your
name, mortal,” Sebastian asked briskly. “I would like to know the name of the
one who will witness this.”

“John,
Master Sebastian sir,” the human answered, confused at Sebastian’s words.

“John,
what you are about to witness . . .” Sebastian stopped and sighed. “Just do as
I say, all right?” he spoke a little softer. “You will be in no danger.”

“There’s
an intruder, isn’t there. We were speaking of such in the staff room, another
vampire.” John paused, his heavily accented voice slipping. “You’re going to
fight, isn’t you, master Sebastian sir?”

“Yes,”
Sebastian answered simply, “but do not fear. As I said, no harm will come to
you. Just do as you are told.”

With John
placed in the control room, Sebastian perched elegantly on a ledge and watched
the stone. Ironic that once again this little stone would be the death of Kain.

But for now there was nothing to do but wait.

Sebastian decided a little while ago that he hated
waiting. Waiting meant thinking, and thinking always brought back memories. He
didn’t want to slip into another one again.

He cursed himself again, if only he had remained loyal. He
shook his head. If only he hadn’t been jealous, if only . . . a word of ifs,
none of them real. He might as well say, if only Magnus had never been sired,
then none of this would have happened.

Blaming Magnus was . . . cruel, but it was his fault! But then it wasn’t not really. Magnus had not made Sebastian
betray them all, he had just been the catalyst, he had provoked him. Sebastian
shook his head, his thoughts a mixture of guilt, anger and blame.

Sebastian
raced through the camp. He had just returned from scouting the outer areas as
was his duty this evening. Half way through his normal routine he had spotted
them. Sarafan, the entire Sarafan army was hidden delicately, squatting in one
of the tiny valleys surrounding Meridian.

They were
planning an ambush.

He had to
warn his Lord.

Racing
through the camp, hitting his highest speed and using all his power to maintain
it, he almost collided several times with unwitting fledglings. His Lord’s tent
was in the centre of the camp and made to look like all the others. A simple
tactic really, if they were attacked in the daylight, when they slept, it would
be impossible for the attackers to know which tent housed the vampire leader
and which housed ordinary soldiers.

He
arrived at the tent and threw back the flap acting as a door. Instantly he
stopped. He stopped and blinked. It took a moment for his brain to click into
what he was seeing. Once it had settled in his mind that his eyes were not
playing tricks he turned and walked away without saying a word.

“Tell me
of the Nexus Stone and this portal. What is its purpose here? Speak and I will
spare your life!”

For one
blinding moment Sebastian felt his entire soul rise upwards in joy. His Lord
was accepting him, despite what had occurred . . . but looking into his eyes he
saw anger a small hint of sadness, but mostly anger.

Besides,
even if he were allowed to live, he would never be happy again, not ever. Even
if he were permitted to join the Cabal, his guilt would eat him alive even more
furiously than it had been doing over these two centuries.

He could
not imagine things ever going back to how they once were.

“Come,
Kain, you lie in your throat and we both know it, you are going to kill me.”

‘It’s more than I deserve,’ his mind
spoke to him quietly in a resigned tone of voice.

“Indulge
me, then, before you die” Kain growled.

“I'll
tell you so that I may see your face when you learn you are powerless. You cannot win! Your death is inevitable.” He moved, crawling
feebly, not really trying to get anywhere but just moving nonetheless. “The
Nexus Stone's portal leads to an ancient device deep underground that will
spell your destruction, Kain. A new
reign will begin in Nosgoth.”

He would
aid his Lord, even if it had to be cryptic.

“What is
the purpose of this device? How will it serve the Sarafan Lord?” Kain demanded,
and Sebastian felt guilt at not being able to answer.

“Alas, he
has not entrusted me with that knowledge. But soon, everyone will know it. His plans are, even now, coming into
fruition.”

‘But none of it matters. Now you are here; you will
stop it all, won’t you, and you will save us all.’ A deep
sense of contentment stole over him

“Where is
the device? Where under the earth?” Kain asked,
desperation hinting in his voice.

“It lies
beneath Meridian, seek
for it you will. I die happy in the knowledge that all your efforts will be
wasted.” Even now he acted. ‘Why?’
his tired mind yelled. ‘So he will not
feel guilt over my demise, so he will not feel the pain I have endured for two
hundred years,’ the other part spoke back softer. A small smile curled on
his lips.

“Oh,
Sebastian, our destiny could have been glorious.” There was a hint of sadness
behind the anger now. But was it sadness for the loss of his victory or the
loss of his lieutenant? “The land was ours

for the taking.
History would have been rewritten in our image.”

Sebastian
swallowed and felt his body weaken. He was trying to focus on the words his
Lord was saying, but found it difficult when just the mere sound was enough. He
would die listening to that sound. The thought pleased him.

“But not
everyone shared my vision. And now your time is up. Your death will only make
me stronger; I hope that knowledge comforts you in your grave.”

It would.

He was no longer worried, he had felt the power in his
Lord and he knew now that Kain would be victorious. Absorbing his soul and
powers would aid him. Sebastian was grateful to be able to do this one last
thing for him. His only regret was that he would not be there to witness his
Lord’s victory.

He would die happy in the knowledge that he’d got to hear,
smell and touch him one last time.

The End

Authoress’
note: all done ^_^

I nearly
made this two separate chapters, but changed my mind
at the last minute. Sorry it was so long.