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The Devine Image

Disclaimer: Legacy of Kain belongs to Edios
and Crystal
dynamics, they are not me. I am making �0.00 out of this fic, it is written
purely because I have a burning need to create.

Warning: it has to be said . . . . This
fic contains YAOI (GuyXGuy), blood
play and a lemon, if this offends or upsets you do not read this, it�s that
simple. Please also note it contains Possible
Defiance
references.

If you choose to avoid any of these things the back button is right
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Pairing: Vorador/Kain. Yaoi elements but little
emotion, maybe a hint of Vorador/Janos

Rating: NC-17

Part: Four of five maybe more.

Set: Pre Blood omen two, why oh why can�t I get
out of this time frame *cry�s pitifully*

Authoress note: A completely stand alone fic,
not related to any of my others. I wanted to try something a little different
but I think this is turning out very similar to all my others . . . bother. But
I just really wanted to write it.

Dedications: As always this is dedicated to my
wonderful beta reader, Odeena skywalker
who without, this would be unreadable for most. Also to Eiko the werewolf for sharing my insane moments and my bizarre mood
swings and not freaking out and for passing her driving test, I�m so
proud.

For all my
reviewers, who without I would have surely given up a long time
ago.

WARNING: LEMON

The Devine Image

Cruelty has a human heart
And Jealousy a human face
Terror the human form divine
And secrecy the human dress

The
Devine image. William Blake. Songs of experience

Chapter Four

Cult? Ha! Just a fancy way of stating a lack of people for
the minority

Vorador � The divine Image

{Vorador}

The Seer!

How had the Serefan gotten the Seer? It made no
sense to his weary mind. Slowly Vorador watched the last of his fledglings
retire, Cyan turned to look at him as she lifted the red velvet curtain that
showed the doorway to her room. He�d given her one of the best rooms he had,
and that was what made his heart ache now. The best he had consisted of a small
room hardly bigger than a stable stall, inside it held a casket a small desk
and chair and a candle. He had been ashamed to only have this to offer her, she
was a jewel among mortals and now a jewel among vampires she disserved better
than this.

�One day
my princess I will give you more� he had promised her when
he pulled the velvet back to show her the room.

She had been delighted at the modest accommodation,
apparently she had never had a room or even a �bed� all her own before and it
had thrilled her that she was allowed to fill the room with books and fix her
drawings to the walls. She had barly held in her joy
when he had disappered and returned with paper and
charcoal for her. It was an innocent joy one that would have overwhelmed him if
he hadn�t experienced it before.

Kain had not reacted like Cyan, he had not thrown
himself around Vorador�s legs and hugged him, he had not shed tears and he had
not covered him in kisses the way she had but it had been similar. It
frustrated Vorador now that almost anything anyone did could set off his
memories of Kain; it was like the fledgling vampire had invaded his mind. Sighing
loudly as Cyan disappeared into her room he couldn�t help but feel guilt.

He had always given his fledglings the best, he had
loved the looks he would get when he turned a peasants daughter and brought her
to the mansion and gave her a room that was bigger than her entire house had
been. Secretly he knew why he loved their innocent joy at such things, it
reminded him of Janos. His maker had always been easy to please; the slightest
effort on Vorador�s part could have Janos grinning for hours. A loving word or
a quick embrace could leave his sire purring no matter his original mood. Janos
could have been contemplating his own death and a smile from his fledgling
would have kept his spirits high for the rest of the evening.

In truth Vorador hadn�t expected such a reaction
from Kain. Kain had stayed at the mansion before, temporarily between his
wanderings but had always fallen asleep in one of the libraries on a couch or
in the dinning room; once when he was badly hurt Vorador had taken care of him
in his own room but the fledgling had been barley conscious enough to blink let
alone admire the d�cor. But despite that he had not expected the reaction he
had gotten.

�This is
mine?� Kain asked Vorador nodded �no really� Kain smirked �where�s my room�

Once he had managed to convince the pail fledgling
that this country-pretending-to-be-a-room was his Kain had proceeded to open a
cupboard and peer inside, after a few moments Vorador had frowned and asked
what he thought he was looking for.

�What are
you doing?� Vorador asked looking over the fledgling�s shoulder at the empty
walk in wardrobe

�Looking
for Willendorf�s Circus I think it�s still in here�

The bed had been large, but so were all the beds in
the mansion. Vorador frowned even more so more out of surprise than actual
confusion when Kain had prodded the mattress a few times before leaping onto it
and bouncing. He had laughed as the fledgling laughed before falling off the
bed. Kain�s reaction to his wealth had honestly surprised him; Kain was a
noble, it was clear from his manner of speech, his education even his bone
structure gave it away.

�I
thought you were a noble?� Vorador had laughed and sat next to the fledgling on
the bed, rocking as the fledgling bounced on the mattress again.

�True I
was but I was a hare catcher Vorador� Kain had grinned

A hare catcher was a noble by name only. It had
taken a little alcohol and a lot of questioning to discover that Kain�s parents
had travelled a lot, so much so that Kain couldn�t recall seeing his mother
once. His parent�s had taken all the money and spent it travelling,
occasionally he would receive a letter from two people who claimed to be his
parents; the postal mark was different every time. Only a little money had been
spared to ship their son off to boarding school during school terms and on non
school terms Kain had lived in his house with the live in servants. There had
been practically no money there at all and to feed himself and the three
household staff who were like his family he had taken to hunting.

�It gave
me a strange kind of pride to know that it was because of me that we ate that
night�

Letting the memory fade he stood wincing at the
ache in his shoulders, he wasn�t feeding enough for such a trivial ache to
occur. Walking to his room he rolled his shoulders trying to work the stiffness
out. He shouldn�t complain the Seer must be going through worse at the hands of
the Serefan. It completely stumped him as to how the human dogs could have
captured her . . . unless of course they had waited till the dawn when she was
weak or worse and more probably just after the dawn when she was sleeping. The
myth that vampires were catatonic in the daylight was untrue, daylight weakened
normal vampires and killed fledglings but evolution had spared them catatonia.
Once a long time ago many of the ancient vampires had suffered this catatonia
which was no doubt where the myth had sprung from. The vampires evolved to the
point where daylight just weakened them. The only existing vampire alive today
that still held this primal weakness was the Seer.

The Serefan had obviously taken advantage of it.
But how had they moved her during the daylight, even covering her with animal
skins or thick tarp would not defiantly keep her safe. It wasn�t just the light
that weakened the vampires but the heat as well. Even the modern vampires like
Cyan and Lillith felt the heat sapping their strength, Vorador was lucky if he
could function properly in daylight even inside. The only vampire he knew to
not suffer the crippling weakness of daylight was Kain. There again the pail
haired fledgling worked his way into Vorador�s thoughts.

Shutting the door to his room Vorador slipped out
of his cloths and dropped them on a chair, not caring if they became creased.
How to rescue the Seer was the important question, not how she had been
captured. Walking around the room blowing out candles he began to formulate a
plan. He loved the smell of candles when the flame had only just been
extinguished it reminded him of so many things. Of Janos� library, walking in
and finding his sire bent over some book or other, becoming what Janos dubbed a
�distraction� and ending up pinned to the table held in place by the weight of
heavy wings. It surprised him how Janos flew sometimes when the wings that held
the ancient aloft were so heavy but always his musing would be disturbed by a
hand wandering up his thigh or cool breath against his throat.

It was odd how smells could trigger memories. The
smell of bird�s feathers unsurprisingly reminded him of his sire, the smell of
old books reminded him of his sire; the smell of warm skin reminded him of his
sire. The smell of damp, rot and mildew reminded him of the swamp, the smell of
dry warmth, young bodies and some incenses reminded him of the mansion. And for
some reason the smell of the rain on warm ground, usually in the summer, summer
rain, the smell of summer rain reminded him of Kain.

It had been raining for a long
time; three days at least, it was after all the rainy season. The smell of the
cool rain hitting the warm roof was distinctive, a smell he had often liked.

He was here, Vorador nodded to
himself, Kain had always liked the roof for some unknown reason, maybe because
it was quiet up here or because you could see what was left of the pillars. Even
in a rain storm he would come up here, Vorador shook his head at the
fledgling�s stupidity, opened the umbrella and marched out onto the rooftop,
avoiding puddles. The fledgling would often stare at the pillars even if he
couldn�t see them he would stare in the direction of them, it reminded Vorador
of hypnosis. Kain always denied it however.

Carefully making his way around the
roof he found Kain inside one of the vents. The roof vents were easily large
enough to fit a man, maybe two if they were �good� friends, warm air from the
mansion came up inside them and they were raised avoiding the water. They
reminded Vorador somewhat of snakes, metal snakes arched ready to strike. He
stopped behind the vent he knew Kain was inside and just listened to the rain
hitting the roof for a moment.

�You�re going to get wet� Vorador
warned after a moment or two, Kain snorted

�Do you really care� Kain answered,
it wasn�t a question, just an opinion. Vorador walked round to the front of the
vent and peered inside; it was obvious the fledgling was feeling sorry for
himself, it was probably all the rain it got everyone down eventually. It even
made him sentimental and poetic, something he thought he would never be again.

�No I don�t care� Vorador snapped.
He didn�t care . . . he didn�t care so much that he�d come out in the pouring
rain to look for him, that was how much he didn�t care. He was about ready to
tell the sulking fledgling this but he was cut off by a nearly silent mumble

�I have been used far too many
times already . . . but I can�t seem to stop it happening� Kain sighed loudly
�And you don�t even bother to hide it, its just sex, power and control� he
sniggered but it was humourless �and I just let you� he sounded disgusted at
himself

�Kain� Vorador sighed, it was true
he couldn�t deny it, he didn�t care and like the people to which Kain referred
he to was just using the fledgling. Using him to win a hopeless war and using
him to sate his own lust. He stood in silence for a few more moments before
turning to re-enter the mansion, at the rooftop door he paused as Kain mumbled

�Would it kill you to give a damn?�

He didn�t answer.

He
had spent the rest of the day contemplating what Kain had said on the rooftop
only to find that he could not justify his own selfishness to himself. Maybe
this was why Kain reminded him of Janos, maybe it was nothing to do with the
magic that they both seemed to share, nor the taste of their blood was
remarkably similar, nor the heart beat. Maybe what reminded him of Janos so
much was the way Kain made him feel guilt and shame while at the same time
rousing his lust. He had stood later that night when the sun was breaking the
horizon and walked towards Kain�s room.

�What the hell do you think your
doing?� Kain snapped, tensing up, as the sheet he lay under was pulled back and
another body entered the bed and pressed up against his own. He sighed when he
saw Vorador �not tonight Vor . . .� he snapped sitting up but was interrupted

�Shut up and go to sleep� Vorador
grumbled, reaching up to pull Kain down next to him, the fledgling grabbed his
hand stopping him. The look of sudden surprise on the fledgling�s face made him
laugh �you seem shocked that I would just want to sleep next to you�

Vorador smiled, smug when the
fledgling � still confused- turned to lie back down, wrapping a possessive arm
around the fledgling�s waist he pulled the two of them together, Kain�s back
against his chest. Smiling he wrapped a leg over Kain�s hip and buried his nose
in his hair. He smelt like the rain.

�What the hell are you doing?� Kain
asked again, when Vorador nuzzled at his hair, there was no anger this time
only a lot of confusion

�Giving a damn� he answered

The rain stopped mid afternoon.

Slipping
into bed now Vorador half wished he wasn�t alone.

* * *

The moment he opened his eyes he knew what he was
going to do. The Serefan would not be allowed to have her. The Seer belonged to
him. He would kill all of them if he had to. Every last human would die at his
hands if that was what had to be done. Everyone who had ever hurt one of his
own would die. He used to revenge his children before and he saw no reason to
stop now, just because the Seer was not a child of his she was a friend, one he
had known all his long life and she disserved to be revenged if she had
perished at the mortals hands.

He smiled rotating his neck
listening with pleasure to the crack as his bones clicked. It wasn�t often he
indulged in mass murder but he had needed this. The party he had killed had
been vicious one, six humans in total and they had killed at least twenty of
his children maybe more he couldn�t quiet remember. Apparently they were a
vampire killing Cult, that had made him laugh; Cult? Ha! Just a fancy way of stating a lack of people for
the minority. So when they wandered
into the swamp he had ordered their capture but not their deaths. Their deaths
were his alone. It was rare, so rare that he did this any more, the humans
seemed now to take more notice when a number of them disappeared at once. It
had been so long since he�d trapped the mortals in a cell in the basement,
stripped himself - blood does not wash out- and bathed in their screams, their
begging cries, their blood. He was covered head to toe; hardly any of his
emerald skin was visible under the thick coating of slowly congealing blood.

He wasn�t sure how long he stood
there, but the peace of the moment was soon taken away. Not that he minded the
fledgling was after all a wonderful distraction at times. He hadn�t even realised
Kain was in the room before he was pressed behind him, kissing his neck. Rough
tongue scrapping the clotting blood from his skin. Vorador turned, Gold met
gold as their eyes locked for a moment, Vorador opened his mouth to speak but
Kain cut him off with a firm, passionate kiss, Vorador purred feeling the
hardness of fangs behind the fledgling�s mouth. Pressing forwards he walked the
fledgling to the wall, Kain drew back after a moment

�That� Kain breathed �looked like
fun� blood had smudged across his face, chest and legs from being pressed up
against the elder. For a brief moment Vorador wondered if he�d come down here
naked but a quick glance behind him at the crumpled leather told him other
wise.

�It was� Vorador nodded and
smirked, kissing the fledgling harshly again. Killing, sating blood lust always
brought out physical lust in him and he was pleased to see that watching him
kill had pleased Kain as much as it had him.

It wasn�t long before the fledgling
was kissing him back, thrusting his tongue against that of the elders. Vorador
purred closing his teeth mock dangerously over Kain�s lips, making him bleed
and drinking down the droplets. Grinding his form against the younger vampire
he gasped loudly as he felt claws dig into the skin at the tops of his legs
tearing his thighs, not to deeply and the wounds healed quickly, but he bled a
little. His blood mixing slowly with the human�s blood that had gone firm and
sticky on his skin. He watched as Kain suddenly knelt, licking the blood from
his thighs before kissing the tip of his need for him. Vorador growled low in
his throat as his tip was sucked into the fledgling�s mouth; he wasn�t in the
mood for foreplay. The murder had left him trembling violently with the desire
to rip something else apart, Kain appearance had allowed him to channel that
lust elsewhere but it was still just as raw, just as powerful and needy.

He restrained the desire to sharply
raise his knee, hitting the fledgling in the chin hard enough to stun him, to
make him malleable. Instead he just pushed his hand on a white blood smeared
shoulder slowly leading the fledgling down and immediately climbing on top of
him and grinding down. He heard the fledgling groan and felt him trust upwards;
dragging claws down the elder�s chest drawing more blood, which again mixed
with the humans and again he cleaned the elder�s skin. Vorador purred pressing
his hips down hard against Kain�s while placing nearly nasty bites up and down
the fledgling�s throat and collar bone. Kain snarled loudly and pulled back
before sinking his own fangs into the elder�s throat. When the fledgling drew
back Vorador gripped his hips in a hold that had moments ago crushed a mortal
scull. The elder vampire rolled them placing the fledgling above him and
brutally trust up inside.

Kain groaned low in his throat, in both pain and pleasure. Vorador smirked
knowing that the blood had eased his entry a great deal, but he also knew that
he�d have done it even if he�d been dry. Only three times in the past five
years had he been courteous enough to stretch the fledgling. Bizarrely enough
when he�d tried to do it a few other times Kain had hissed at him unwilling.
Maybe the pain reminded him that this was not a lover, maybe it was just a kink
he had, Vorador didn�t really care.

After a moment of unneeded panting
Vorador renewed his grip on Kain�s hips and began to move, picking up speed quickly,
violently. Kain cried out grabbing the elders shoulders, forcing him to speed
up more so. Vorador hissed and flipped
them both so he was on top. Kain wrapped his legs around the elder, and
attempted to roll them again, but Vorador�s weight stopped him as he thrust
into him even more furiously. Grunting harshly as he came deep inside of pale
skin.

Spent he pulled out and with out a
second thought moved down and swallowed the fledgling whole.

It didn�t take long.

Later when the sun set behind the
horizon Vorador woke in his bed not sure how he got there with the taste of sex
lingering in his mouth, dried blood covering him and the sheets and Kain still
asleep curled tightly around him.

Shaking off the memory Vorador pulled himself from
the bed and threw on the cloths from yesterday. He knew that the only way to
get the Seer out alive, if she still was alive, was to go in and get her
himself. None of his fledglings would survive if he sent them, still to young
to inexperienced. He would be sending them to their deaths. So with a few
barked orders at his children and a quiet word to Cyan that if he did not come
back she was to go and get Umah, he set off.

The city was surprisingly quiet as he ventured
across the rooftops. Sometimes he truly felt the loss of him more humane looks,
the fact that his ears and skin made him extremely obvious and forced him to
either travel across rooftops of wear a scary amount of clothing and cloaks.
Tonight he needed to be fast so he had chosen light clothing and the rooftops.
It was faster this way anyway, he didn�t have to stop to open half a dozen
gates, there was literally no chance of the Serefan being up here and it was
easy to see where he was going. The mansion was just on the lip of the upper
city, between the upper city and the industrial quarter.

It was impossible for a vampire to enter the
building and return alive no matter how old or powerful they were. He paused on
top of the entrance gate. He knew that if he took a step inside that building
he would never come out again. He watched in surprise as a bishop, the bishop
of the city emerged from the building and walked across towards a wall and
seemed to disappear thought it. He knew the bishop had not actually walked
through a wall . . . a secret passage then, a secret entrance to the Serefan
Stronghold. He made a mental note to talk with this bishop before turning his
attention back to the task at hand.

First of all he didn�t know where in the building
she was, she could be in the tower or in the basement, he had no idea, second
of all he was weak, no where near as strong as he should be. But he knew if he
procrastinated to built up his strength she could die, every second he wasted
feeding was a second the Serefan could spend thinking up ways to kill her. He
knew now that she was alive, he could feel her life pulsing out of the building
but it was to large, he couldn�t focus properly so he still had no idea where
she was in the building.

�That daemon in the basement still hasn�t woken� a
voice snapped Vorador blinked, he could not believe he�d just heard that

�Still� the guard muttered at the messenger �send
for me when she does� with that the messenger scurried away.

Basement it was then, he sighed trust her to get
taken to the basement, if it had been the roof he could have teleported easily
up there grabbed her and left without ever having to enter that cursed
building, but no.

�That would be too easy� he muttered to himself
before dropping down on a guard knocking the mortal out. Looking into the
mortals mind he learned the location of the basement and paused considering how
to continue. This was a suicide mission really, the Serefan Lord could sense
vampires as easily as vampires could him when he was close so that creature
would know he was here. He knew he didn�t stand a chance against the creature
but he also knew he couldn�t leaver her here to suffer a humiliating fate.

With that thought he teleported inside.

He knew magic was easy to sense but by teleporting
about quickly he hoped to confused the Serefan lord to his whereabouts.
Teleportation was a hard thing to get a focus on. After at least half an hour
of �porting� about the mansion he was exhausted but he was in the basement. The
basement was huge, scarily huge. Just from the way sound travelled in here he
knew that the basement spread further underground than the mansion did above
it. But also a little piece of luck he could smell her clearly.

�Daemon!� the cry rang through the building as he
was spotted and Vorador cursed lady luck and all of her relations as a small
party descended on him.

The humans had stood no chance really he thought as
he crushed yet another scull in his talons. But still this constant fighting
was exhausting him, his limbs were shaking with weariness and he knew if he
didn�t find her soon they would both die down here, in this endless basement.

* * *

She lay on a table, chained by her ankles to stop
her running. They hadn�t chained her arms which was unusual. For a moment he
thought it a trap but disguarded the thought quickly, no doubt they just didn�t
feel threatened, she was after all female and she was asleep. Stupid humans. He
lifted her in his arms and looked down at her. Amazingly it seemed that the
humans had not hurt her yet, must have been waiting for her to wake. Smelling
him she stirred in his arms, feeling safe in the arms of a fellow vampire.
Blinking half awake eyes at him he smiled at her.

�I�ve got you� he whispered �your safe now� and
with that he began his journey upwards on foot, to exhausted to teleport them
anywhere.

After a few minuets he cursed loudly, he�d gotten
turned around; he had to have gotten lost. This wasn�t right, it didn�t smell
the same or sound the same, something was wrong. He felt a soft cloven and
close on his forehead and he could have leapt for joy when he realised what she
was doing, sharing magic. She�d been sleeping, building her reserves for an
escape, clever witch.

�You don�t know who did it? Do you?� she asked
suddenly, hanging in his grip �it was not just the necromancer; a human cannot
just create a vampire no matter how powerful they are. They need blood or
something else� her smile was weak and had a very sardonic edge

�What? He asked �what are you talking about? No
wait, rest now you can talk more later� he felt the magic shut off but he
didn�t care he had enough to teleport them out of here and possibly enough to
get them a little way into the city as well.

�You don�t know who made him who gave birth to
him?� she smiled weakly in his arms

�Who are you talking about� he snapped under his
breath and he slid into the shadows watching as the guard walked past without
noticing them, stupid human.

�Kain� she breathed passing out, just as the
Serefan noticed him again.

{Later that Night}

�I heard you had some fun tonight� Umah grinned
�you rescued the Seer?� she reached up to touch the large wound above her Sires
eye and the healing bruise on his chest. The elder vampire had taken a few hits
it seemed,

�Yes she�s resting with the Cabal� Vorador sighed,
tired and sore from his rescue

�Then why aren�t you with her waiting for her to
wake� Umah asked, confused. She knew that the Seer was an old friend, some one
her sire cared about. He had just risked his life to save her and now he was
here? Why?

After a few moments silence Vorador spoke softly

�Go on I�ll watch him� he smiled �you go and have
some fun�

�Fun� Umah raised an eyebrow, then noting her Sires
odd expression she nodded �alright old man, fun it is� with that she turned and
disappeared out of the door.

Vorador didn�t sit down till he knew she was gone. He
heard the door close and heard her footsteps wander down the street. He
wondered briefly what she would do with her night off then he turned and sat
down on the bed next to the fledgling. Reaching over to move a strand of hair
from his closed eyes, Kain twitched at the contact but did not wake.

�I
rescued someone important Today� he started �she�s an old friend, she is a
Seer� he smiled wondering if he was going crazy talking to Kain like this was
just as bad as talking to himself �she will be of great help to us . . . but
that�s not why I saved her�

Kain
didn�t move or do anything to acknowledge his presence, but for some reason
Vorador smiled anyway, feeling better just talking to him.

�She
mentioned you�

End
Chapter

Authoress note: I�m tired. Seriously
tired. I need to sleep now.

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