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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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Thank you again for the kind review Strife VII. I do hope you continue to enjoy the story.

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Chapter Forty-six; Unexpected Revelations

The third location Altair had found for us, which we had decided to check anyway on the off chance that Auron had moved to said location, proved to also be a bust. There were no signs that any kind of building had ever been near that last cliff. We regrouped back at the Imari estate and, before anything else could be said or done, Kain pulled me into a rather vicious one-on-one spar to work off my pent up rage due to being back at that prison again and due to the needless death of the younger half-blood girl. The spar left the others suitably impressed with my fighting prowess, though Kain still won, and it led to a more sedate spar with Brice immediately afterwards once my initial rage had abated. All my hard training over the years with everyone on Nosgoth allowed me to be on almost equal footing with the Eldar vampire once I got a bead on his fighting style. It was by no means an easy spar, with either of the males, but both fights took up almost four hours of time and by then my anger had dulled to a far easier to contain simmer and night had fallen once more on our part of the world.

Lucius played the part of man-servant and poured the lot of us goblets of chilled blood to help assuage our growing hunger. I sat down on the couch a little more forcefully then what could be considered lady-like even as I raised my wings up enough that I could lean back comfortably against the soft couch. I then took a deep gulp from the goblet handed to me and let out a contented rumble of noise at the taste. The blood was fuller, richer then what I and Kain were used to back on Nosgoth, another small sign that healthier conditions made for better quality 'blood-stock' as Kain oft termed it. Kain sat down next to me a moment later and let his taloned hand fall to rest on my thigh in a careless, yet blatantly claiming, gesture.

To say that Kain and Altair did not get on well would have been putting it mildly. It did not help that Altair, both during the journeys to each location we'd had to check as well as on the trip back to the estate, had continued to throw small tests Kain's way.

Kain had not been amused by Altair's tests and neither had I to be honest, but each test had been subtle enough that neither of us could call out the Eldar directly. Mostly those 'tests' were in the form of idle seeming questions about life on Nosgoth and how we had handled certain situations in the Dark Age environment that the planet's populace lived in. All of said questions seemed as if they were meant to be a 'friendly' means to pass the time as we initially traveled by private jet to various cities near the search zones. Dependent on how each of us answered his quires the Eldar either relaxed faintly and questions turned to more lighthearted quires or he would press for further information in a tone that held an almost hidden threat. I could only imagine that he was doing what he could to act in my Father's place, that whole judge/attempt-to-scare-off the boyfriend/lover thing that father's often did, but it was getting annoying.

Oddly enough, the spar and the claiming hand on my thigh did not set off another series of questions from the Eldar King. Instead, Altair had picked up a tablet-like object and had started to look over whatever information was on the screen. I took another sip of the chilled blood and found myself relieved that he had finally decided to stop pestering us, even if it was just for the time being. Barely a week back on Gaia and I was already longing to go home to Nosgoth.

"As we were able to find the initial place where you were kept," Altair started with a small frown. "We no longer have a viable lead as to where to find Auron. I have a few contacts who might be able to lure him into a meeting spot but that may result in tipping him off and forcing him to ground."

"What we need is a way to draw him to us," Kain grumbled as he finished his goblet. Lucius was quick to offer a refill from another blood pack and Kain passed him the goblet. "Katrina and I have already discussed this possibility. Can you make an announcement or set up an event that makes it seem that we have only just arrived? This will likely draw him or an agent of his out from hiding."

"Possible," Altair said as he tilted his head. "We can always announce that you had rescued Katri-"

I cut the Eldar off with a low growl and I narrowed my eyes on the older male.

"'Had tended to me after I had made my own escape from my captor'," I said in a low tone. "We stay as close to the truth as possible and let others come to their own conclusions so that I might not be accused of lying later on."

The item left unsaid was that I would not lie regarding my escape for anything. I had fought tooth and claw to escape that place on my own and I would not have the victory that was my escape hidden for anything. I took another swallow of blood and then waved my free hand angrily.

"If we deviate from the truth in this," I continued, "there is also a high probability that he will be able to tell from the onset that we have set a trap if we try to, somehow, conceal that I escaped on my own."

"A far point lass," Brice said from where he stood by the windows. "He knows ye got away on yer own."

"Exactly," I rumbled as I finished off my drink. Lucius was kind enough to refill my goblet as well and I gave him a small smile of gratitude. "There is another question that I wanted to ask; is there normally any disorientation when using the Path Stones to travel between worlds that we could use to our advantage?"

"There might be," Altair said thoughtfully. "When we had initially developed the Stones there was a period of memory loss that lasted several weeks. We were able to stabilize the spell-work around the Stones in order to mitigate the memory loss and it was instead replaced with a brief period of unconsciousness or disorientation."

"Strange," Kain said as he tilted his head. "While Katrina was rendered briefly unconscious upon her arrival to Nosgoth, there was no disorientation or unconsciousness rendered upon either of us when we arrived here on Gaia."

"Ah, my apologies," Altair said as he shook his head. "I did not mean disorientation upon arrival but during the transit itself."

"Hmm. Feeling ill, feeling like I was falling through a whirlwind of stardust, flying free in the clouds and a sense of someone saying 'welcome home'," I murmured thoughtfully.

The others turned to me as one and Kain hummed thoughtfully.

"Other then the 'welcome home' part, I too felt something similar to that during transit," he said. "So, not a debilitating disorientation."

"No, certainly not," Altair said and he started to tap his claw lightly against the lip of his goblet. "Hmm. We may be able to play into potential memory loss. The magic of your Nosgoth could be similar but not exactly the same as our own. Perhaps enough that we found the pair of you insensate when the Crystal pinpointed your location?"

"Should we truly mention the Path Stones at all in the announcement?" I asked with a small frown after a few moments of silence. "Doing so will raise questions."

"She has a point my Lord. I... don't think that we want it to get out that the Stones were stolen," Lucius said with a tilt of his head. "But at the same time... she feels older then someone who is supposed to be under two hundred years old. We can't hide that either."

"We can actually explain away the sense of an age discrepancy in her Aura lad," Brice said. "Torture can do strange things to a person's mind, magic and Aura. Some people regress, some people loose their magic due to mental blocks placed on them and others can feel older then what they actually are. We'd have to have ya keep your wings drawn in though lass. The silvering of the tips is what would give away your true age," I nodded at his words and he turned to Altair. "But both the lass and lad are right my Lord, we want to keep what happened to the Stones under wraps for now. Least as far as the public is concerned."

We fell into a brief silence as we contemplated what to do.

"I can easily say that I am a vampire that lived in isolation from the Clans of Gaia and unclaimed by any particular Clan of Gaia after the sudden death of my own Sire, who did not live long enough to truly teach me anything of my vampiric nature," Kain said with an amused quirk of his lips. His 'Sire', Mortanius, had died at his own hands quiet suddenly indeed and had simply pointed Kain around as one might a hunting hound to kill the other Guardians before the man's death. "We can also say that I had Marked her both because my instincts demanded it and because I felt her a worthy mate for having survived what she had been put through with her mind intact. All of what I say will thus be the truth from a certain perspective."

"That works well enough, but there is still a matter of explaining why we would dare risk going public with my return if we mean to catch Auron unawares," I said with a frustrated growl. "Doing a public event will catch his attention and he will know, even if the public does not, as to the reason behind my return. We need something plausible to tell the people that would also give Auron a reason to believe that we have not set a trap for him."

"Perhaps we should proceed as if we have set a trap mine own," Kain hummed thoughtfully.

"How do you mean?" I asked as I looked at him.

"We lay careful signs of a false trap for Auron to find and circumvent while the true trap remains hidden. In his hubris he would think himself the victor and fall into the real trap," Kain tapped his talon lightly against my leg. "This would also mean allowing him the chance to get close to you without us seeming to realize it."

I hummed thoughtfully and tapped at my chin.

"I do not well like the thought of him getting close to Katrina," Altair growled out as he glared at Kain.

"Do you think I enjoy entertaining such thoughts?" Kain asked with a snarl. "I would prefer the only reason she be near him be to deliver a killing blow!"

I started to hum a melody to myself to drown out the two males budding argument as I rubbed at the bridge of my nose and tried to think beyond the simmering anger and frustration with the situation. We needed some way to hide our own defenses amongst whatever guests involved with this process without setting off Auron's suspicions and making him aware of the secondary trap. Kain's dark chuckle filled the air a moment later and drew my attention. I looked at him with a raised brow.

"I do believe mine Queen has the right idea," he said with a smug smirk.

I blinked at him in momentary confusion and then realized that I had been humming the Phantom of the Opera's Masquerade. I let out a low chuckle of my own as I realized what he meant and let my hand fall to cover Kain's where it still lay on my thigh.

"A masquerade would work well," I said with a small smile. "We can use such an event to conceal our own guards amongst the guests. It will also give Auron the chance to slip in close to me and fill him with a lethal level of overconfidence in that he successfully evaded our decoy trap."

"Exactly," Kain said with a nod of his head.

Altair leaned shifted and his wings twitched in a ruffling movement before they settled again. He shared a look with Brice and one could tell that the pair were communicating via the Whisper. I shifted enough to let my wing brush against Kain's shoulder and his hand tightened briefly on my thigh.

~Another concern of mine Little One is his Charm Gift,~ Kain Whispered to me while the other two conversed. ~A strong enough Charm Gift can lead to one having the ability to affect someone's memories.~

~Such as the blocks your Eldar self placed on me or the weak blocks the little Sarafan Bastard placed on me when I scouted the Keep,~ I responded.

~Exactly,~ Kain hummed in my mind. ~I doubt at this point that it was the boy's magic that allowed him to befuddle your mind that night.~

~Can we twist that to our advantage?~ I asked thoughtfully. ~Auron had tried often to make me see him as appealing with his Gift. Knowing what he was trying, being prepared for it, was primarily how I was able to defend against it. That and my disgust and rage. If we are allowing him to get so close to me without my seeming to notice...~

~We may be able to play him the fool and lead him away from the crowd to a more private area when you seemingly panic at him being so close to you so suddenly,~ Kain responded as his hand tightened briefly on my thigh. ~Mayhaps. It is worth considering. It seems they are done deliberating.~

"A masquerade would indeed be a viable option," Altair admitted almost grudgingly as he turned away from Brice.

"I've got a good dozen men and women that I trust and can space throughout such an event easily under the guise of guests," Brice said firmly. "Some of which considered your Father friends of his family and one of them... count amongst his Turned Childe."

I blinked at that bit of information and glanced at Kain who had raised a surprised brow.

"I hadn't even thought to ask about any Turned 'siblings'," I said thoughtfully, thrown a bit off balance all of a sudden. "It is not unreasonable, considering Father's age before his death. This is... a bit of a surprise."

"In truth, I was not intending to mention such relations until you asked directly or it became a matter of needs must," Altair said slowly. "At least not until after the matter of catching your tormentor had been resolved."

"Why with hold such information from me at all?" I asked in a suddenly icy tone as Kain let out a soft sub-harmonic rumble of displeasure.

"More th-" Brice started and I held up my hand to silence him.

"Your King can speak for himself on this matter," I said in a cold voice. "In fact, I insist that he do so."

"I with held the information as a number of your Turned siblings are..." Altair paused and let out a soft sigh. "The overly emotional sort. You have five Turned siblings. Your Father was a gentle sort of Sire and tended to rescue those he Turned from rough situations. Of those five, three male and two female, only one of your sisters does not hold her heart on her sleeve. To advise them of your return or allow you the means to contact them at your discretion..."

"Would have created an information leak that we did not need at the time," Kain said knowingly.

"Are there any other family members I should know about?" I asked in a slightly softer tone though my voice yet had a bite to it. I was a bit upset that he had kept the information of living family from me no matter that it seemed a good reason to do so and no matter that I did not know them. I was going to be stuck on Gaia for an unknown amount of time and having an actual Blood-line to potentially ally with... "An uncle perhaps that would prove to be as over-protective as yourself?"

It was a not so subtle hint for him to back off when it came to my relationship with Kain.

"Ah... other then a few who could be considered nieces and nephews if you use human relationship terms, no," Altair said in a slightly chastised tone. "Your Father was the only survivor of his Line to make it to Gaia, so it is from him alone that his Blood-line was able to continue."

"I see," I shifted a bit and crossed my arms as I did so. I twitched my fingers in an annoyed gesture before I tapped a claw-tip against my bicep. "Why share this now?"

"Honestly lass, it's so you are not completely blindsided at the masquerade," Brice said with a faint smile. "Doing things this way will mean a large event for the Clan. Even if we keep things amongst the nobles of the Clans to celebrate your return to us, the guest list will be huge. All of your Turned siblings will want to meet you, even the stoic Sigrun will be relieved. She's the eldest by the by, though you are Calder's immediate heir. Any rate, the lot will end up flockin' to ye like bears to honey and would make a good guard force even if most of 'em don't realize it."

"Well..." I blinked at that and then frowned. If I was the immediate heir due to being his Born childe, how then would that affect the moods of my older 'siblings'? Could I truly even begin to trust that there would be no hidden resentment at having any kind of succession over-turned by the mere act of my birth? This would take time to puzzle out. "Wonderful..."

"Sigrun is the one sibling we can keep apprised of the situation in full," Altair said. "She will be able to watch over you easily due to the family reunion and has a good head on her shoulders."

"Well enough," Kain said thoughtfully. "But what do we tell the public about her captor?"

"Can't we just say to the public that she was badly injured and... I don't know... hit her head hard enough during the escape and maybe a long fall that her memories were affected?" Lucius asked. "We could always lay out the knowledge of the Path Stone affecting her and Kain during dimensional transit as part of the false trap which led to us finding them in need of direct assistance..."

He fell silent when he realized we had all turned to look at him and his wings raised in a partially concealing move as he flushed.

"It's not a half bad idea actually," I said thoughtfully as I looked at Kain. "I did fall through the portal and hit the ground fairly hard. I wont be lying if I say just that."

"Indeed," Kain tapped his chin lightly. "It gives another reason for my having had to 'tend' to you. We may be omitting certain truths but anything we keep silent upon will have the masses assuming what they will. Misdirection done with a grain of truth can be... effective."

Manipulative bastard, I thought to myself fondly.

"And the reason the Tracking Crystal could not find you could simply be that Kain resided close enough to the barrier that inhibited its' functionality that it was only upon venturing outside those lands that the Crystal could track her again. Perhaps as well you searched for her captor only to find he had fled the area after her escape, which we did and he did. Again all true statements," Brice nodded. "Still some holes to work out but it's a viable plan my King. Especially if the information behind the false trap makes it plain that we know what happened to her."

"It will mean one chance to catch him without a long manhunt," Altair said in a wary tone. "You are aware of this."

"We are," I said firmly and Kain let out an affirmative sounding growl. "What it also does is give Auron the illusion that he will have but the one chance to slip our net and capture me again out from under everyone's noses."

Altair maintained a long silence and then let out a frustrated sounding sigh.

"Very well," he said. "This is a risky plan but it is the only viable option before us if we mean to draw him out. It will take a few weeks to lay both the false and the true trap as well as arrange for a masquerade that involves at least the Four Great Clans."

"Understandable," Kain said with a nod. "We will wait."

"I will take my leave of you then," Altair stood up ans slipped the tablet under his arm. "Brice, I will contact you later as needed."

"Understood my Lord," Brice said with a nod of his head.

Once the Eldar was gone and the sounds of the limo faded away I rubbed at the bridge of my nose again.

"This was not something I was expecting," I muttered. "Family?"

"... I am sorry for havin' to keep it from ya lass," Brice said as he shrugged his shoulder. "Altair thought it best, for the reasons he mentioned, but it didna sit well with me to keep quiet like about the Full-Blooded family that ya have amongst the Clan."

Kain shifted slightly beside me and let out a hum of breath.

"I imagine that a Born sibling was something the others were excited about considering the rarity or was there any unrest?" Kain asked. "You speak as if there was no animosity caused by the sudden change in heir dynamics her birth would have caused."

I contained a faint smile that he had voiced my very concern so readily.

"No animosity. We have a number of laws regarding half-bloods and one of them is that a Born Childe is potentially considered the primary heir at birth. Again, law dictates the right to let a half-blood live as a normal human until, currently due to increased lifespan, their thirtieth year or an emergency. They were all hopeful..." Brice responded with a soft sigh. "They are all several centuries old now anyway with their own businesses and homes. Sigrun is just about to mark her seven-hundredth year. Elijah, the youngest of your brothers, is only three-hundred. You're older then he is now amusingly enough. Most of them keep in touch with each other over social media sites. Finding out that their Sire was Blessed with a Born Childe was a major event for them and the Clan. They were, as I said, all hopeful that you would accept the chance to Awaken your Blood and enraged when you were taken and had the choice stripped from you. Any rate... there are a number of reasons the Clan never gave up on ya lass."

"You were following orders in keeping your silence," I said calmly a few moments later as I lower my arms and steepled my fingers together. "I can understand that Brice."

Lucius relaxed over to the side for a moment and then stiffened when I leaned forward with a low growl.

"However, is there anything else your King is keeping from me 'for my own good'?" I growled. Kain moved his hand from my thigh to the base of my back.

"Indeed," Kain echoed my growl. "If needs must we will continue to work with you to the success of this trap, but if the Eldar is hiding further items of important information from us, especially if it pertains to potential allies or enemies, then Katrina will not be maintaining contact with your Clan while she remains."

Lucius started to say something, likely about to defend Clan or King but Brice raised hand in the younger vampires direction to silence him.

"You've both got good reason, given the lives you've lived, to be suspicious," Brice said calmly. "Not gonna fault ya that. But I can say with absolute certainty that the King is hiding nothing else from ya regarding you and yours lass and I know he'll be willing to answer any and all of yer questions regarding Clan intricacies as we go. He had only hidden this one thing from ya blatantly and against my advice. I knew this was gonna bite him on the arse as far as your ability to trust him in the future and I warned him of it, but a King knows best, aye?"

I let out a faint snort at Brice's words and shot a mild look Kain's direction. He raised a brow at me in response and pinched the skin at the base of my back. Kain turned to Brice again with a frown.

"I suggest you advise your King against keeping secrets from us in the future," Kain grumbled.

"I have no problem going to ground for my stay here if I have to," I said as I too looked back at Brice. "If that means publicly breaking ties to the Clan... well, needs must."

Brice flinched at that. A private issue between Clan-mates was one thing, but a public breaking from a Clan when a vampire had good cause was never a good thing. Very rarely was there such an event in Nosgoth, but when it did happen and a vampire struck out on their own from Sire and Clan so thoroughly... Vorador had been forced to kill a few of his own Childe when he had found out the true reason behind a few such breaks and had personally offered the vampire that had broken from the Clan the opportunity to return if they ever wished such a thing.

Some things simply were not forgivable...

"I'll pass the message on when he calls lass," Brice shook his head with a small sigh. "He keeps pushin' the way he's been, he's goin' t' alienate ya."

"Yes," I growled. "He will. He is not my Father and has no right to act the way he has been."

"Ain't gonna excuse it," Brice said with a shrug. "But he's trying to do what he feels best as far as makin' sure tha' you are happy since your Father can't. I'll talk to him lass. We both knew your Father, but if there's one thing I know that Altair's forgotten is that your Da would have let you have your space to grow on your own and had he still been alive t' see ya now... he'd simply say that he's proud of ya. Well... actually, let me amend tha'. He might've openly challenged your lad to a quick one-on-one to make sure he has the skills to protect ya if there's ever a need, but he would have let it go after that and not pulled the nitpickin' that Altair's doin'."

Kain waved his hand as he spoke, "I would have a greater sense of respect for a man to do that then the constant questioning and subsequent judging looks Altair has been issuing me when does not like the answers he receives."

"Indeed," Brice said with a nod. "Any rate, we got ourselves a wee bit o' downtime. Can't suggest doin' anything extravagant or in the limelight but was there anything you wanted to do lass?"

I looked to the side a moment and then turned back.

"Are there drive-in's any more?" I asked.

"Missed seein' a good flick?" Brice nodded with a laugh. "There's a few old places still running. Run for nostalgia's sake. Good one about a twenty minute drive from here."

"The way you say nostalgia tells me that it's mostly vampires who visit," I said with a smile as I stood up.

"Aye lass," Brice said with a smile.

I looked at Kain with another small smile. I'd had the others grab a few books regarding televisions and other tech for Kain and I to pour through. He'd been intrigued with the idea of movies. Hell, Kain had been interested in the fact that my world had so many different media outlets available to the public. The reason he wanted the books to peruse while we waited was that he had wanted to understand the 'how' of the tech. If there was one thing most vampires were guilty of it was curiosity and an insatiable desire to learn more.

"Let's go see a movie to pass the time," I said.

"You'll have to hide your wings," Lucius said carefully. "They are... a distinctive feature for you."

"Of course," I responded with a sigh. I would have to be mindful of my weak point now and during the masquerade.

"Very well," Kain said as he stood and he offered me his arm. "Show me some of your world's delights mine own."

With the time available to us thanks to the forced wait I was able to spend some time treating Kain and I to a few of the 'basic luxuries' of my world with Brice and Lucius tagging along as if we were just friends having a group outing. We had to remain low key of course, nothing and nowhere fancy, but still the places that we went were still respectable. We were careful to wear outfits at Brice's suggestion that helped us appear as though our group was just one more batch of random people on the streets that wouldn't stand out too badly. The drive-in Brice drove us to showed older movies from around the time I was taken. As I had always preferred movies with a lot of action and/or adventure, sometimes with some hints of comedy and/or romance, I picked out a double-feature showing of John Wick, which had gotten good reviews when it released five years after my capture, and an old favorite of mine; Boondock Saints. Neither movie really needed me to give Kain any real explanation to them, they were just fun shoot 'em up action movies like I had enjoyed watching in my youth.

Kain found the movies intriguing, if a little odd. Several parts of Boondock Saints were hilariously bizarre while John Wick had a more straight forward story.

We stopped by a few places on the way back to the estate. Firstly, we were all hungry so we paid a quick visit to the local Red Cross blood center and secondly, Kain wanted to try some cuisine at one of the restaurants. Full-blooded vampires could, and often did, consume finely cooked human food. Did absolutely nothing for them as their bodies consumed and subsequently burned off said food within minutes of consumption without any waste, but many still enjoyed the taste and texture of the finer foods. Kain would likely never admit it aloud but I had noticed a distinct favor for confectionery sweets over the centuries, such as the dark chocolate little cakes he ordered that night. I kept my own meal to a light pasta, mostly having sated my hunger with blood, but still found myself grateful that I had multiple viable food sources available to me as a half-blood. I didn't need to eat human food, and would likely have to consume double to triple what would be considered human-norm if I avoided blood for a time, but it was good to have the option if I needed to pass myself off as human in the future because I needed to go to ground.

One thing life as a Captain had taught me was to always have a back up plan ready if things got ugly. Even during that night out, and several other carefully planned nights out, Kain and I were wary and watchful as we passed the time. There was always a chance that one of Altair's people that had surrounded us the night of our arrival had gone to Auron and betrayed my location. Even when Altair contacted us a few days later with the final arrangements for the plan and advised that he would want us to meet with Sigrun before the Masquerade, we had not truly relaxed. We had merely kept busy to stave off boredom.

The thought of meeting a 'sibling' was decidedly odd. Vorador had been my 'brother', a rather perverted brother who sometimes kept pushing to the point that I wanted to strangle him at times, but still. Janos had taken up the mantle of Sire/Father for me, and that was something I was not ready to share with anyone on Gaia simply because, again, I didn't yet know if I could fully trust those within my Birth Clan. This meeting would be... well, awkward would be putting it mildly. I didn't know this person at all.

Two weeks before the masquerade was dated to occur, Brice announced that Sigrun would be able to meet with us at our earliest convenience. I switched off the news, which had been mostly speculation as to the reason behind the suddenly announced event for the Draconian Clan, and looked at Kain with a raised brow.

"Might as well," I said. "We've not much else to do but wait."

"Indeed my Little One," he rumbled as he rolled shoulders. The forced downtime had been grating on his nerves. "Summon this Sigrun and we will speak with her directly."

Brice nodded his head and sent off a text message with his phone. He nodded again a few minutes later.

"She's flying out now and will meet us at the main entrance," he said. "She'll be about ten minutes."

Kain and I both nodded. Several minutes later we made our way to the main doors and stepped into the wide open area that was marked by a lovely little water fountain. Brice and Lucius both moved in front of us while Kain and myself remained partly under the wide roof of the open air front porch in order to better protect from aerial attacks. A single set of wing-beats filled the air in the distance and my gaze went skyward. I watched in silence as the winged female approached our location. She dipped and turned in a tight circle before she landed near the fountain. Her wings twitched as she approached, the only sign she gave to reveal potential nerves. I looked her over as she came to a stop a few feet away and she tilted her head as she returned the examining look.

She was tall, lithe. She looked to stand at six-feet even and had the sleek build of a hunter. Her eyes were a darkened brown-gold and her golden colored hair had been tied back in thick braid. She had the taloned hands and feet that marked her as older then five-hundred. The wickedly sharp and sleek points showed signs of battle damage. A low, curious sounding rumble of noise escaped her and her Aura nudged against mine as she took another step forward. I breathed in her wary, hopeful scent even as I subconsciously let out an answering rumble of sound and my own Aura pushed back. A testing sense of power that allowed Clan to recognize Clan. The energy tasted familiar, but it was her scent that stood out for me as it triggered sensory memories of my Father. Everyone had their own scent, but each Turned vampire carried the echo of their Sire's scent and Aura. It was how one could tell who Sired whom amongst a Clan without words being said.

Kain shifted next to me with a hum and drew her attention briefly before she dismissed him in order to take a few steps closer to me. Her nostrils flared faintly as she took in my scent and she let out another rumble of noise, this tine the sound held a note to it that I was used from Vorador as my Eldar 'Brother'. It was a call to yield to, or as I was Kain's Queen, more a call to heed the council of one's Eldar sibling when the noise was made. It was, if you will, an acknowledgment of one's place in the pack. The only problem was that we were actually close to the same age...

I bared my fangs and let out a low growl of warning. Not really a threat noise but more a sound that meant that I felt I was an Alpha in my own right and that she should not demand I yield just because there was a Clan relation and the perceived age difference between us. Her wings twitched at that and her eyes narrowed for a moment before she spoke even as a smirk curled her lips. Her accent had a distinct, Nordic lilt to it.

"You have an Alpha's Aura," she said. "Pappa would be stolt... proud."

"I am not one to simply give in," I said as my lips curled into a smirk.

"God... god," she said with a small nod of her head. "Det er bra... ah, pardon me, I have been in Norway for several decades now. It is good that you are home."

"It... is interesting... being home," I said carefully.

"Interessant?" she tilted her head slightly and her wings twitched. "I supposed you could say these idiont's are interesting."

"Hey now lass," Brice called out in a mock affronted tone. "No need to be insultin' now."

"Ah, Brice, but you know well my opinion on politikk," she huffed. "Why do you think I go home to Norway?"

"There is that," he responded with a chuckle and a shrug of shoulder and wing. "You never did enjoy wastin' words."

"Ja, dette er sant," when I raised a brow she chuckled. "I say 'this is true'. Now, I have something else to say since I sense something unique in your Aura."

With that she twisted suddenly and launched a sucker-punch that caught Kain in the jaw and sent him stumbling back a few paces. He let out a dark snarl at the blow and his eyes flashed white. He glared at Sigrun as he wiped the blood away from the rapidly healing split lip she had caused him with his thumb-talon. She smirked at him, a wide baring of teeth that could not be mistaken as anything other then a challenge.

"Du," she said as her stance shifted to a battle ready posture. "Slass... fight. Now."

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