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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. Although I would like to own
Kain . . . then he�d be mine, my own pet Kain ^_^ *coughs* my birthday is on .
. .

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.

Defiance references

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Pairing: Kain/Magnus

Rating: NC-17

Part: Five of FIVE. Magnus has finally given up the chase;
finally, I was getting worried there for a bit.

Believe it or not it was meant to be a one off but Magnus got out
of hand.

Set: Post Smooth. Kain has left Sebastian dead in
the industrial quarter and now finds himself colliding with another visage from
his past

Authoress note: I�m tired. I�ve been working all
day, my body is screaming for sleep but my brain won�t listen, it wants to
write! I can�t stop it!!

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Chapter Five
He
was hunting

Running,
his entire body thrown into the rhythm of running, feet thumping against the
cold stone, tiny icicles of pain shooting up through his legs reminding him
that at least part of him is still soft flesh, not all of him is made from
whirring, grinding, painful machinery. He picks up the pace, each movement
sending an ache through him, the heavy metal not meant to move like this, but
each ache was a burst of physical joy, his body thanking him for running, for
using it once more, for moving it out of the dark hole and into the cool, open
air to hunt.

The
more he runs the quieter it is.

The
screaming, wailing voices deep inside his mind are quieter now, he is able to
ignore them, drown them out with the scent of humanity, the hunger for blood.
Those voices, the ones that appeared from nowhere a countless time ago, the
voices destroyed everything inside him. One by one they came, pulling apart his
memories and his mind, until now all that was left was a half starved mad
creature that is deaf to everything except the voices, except the howling
madness.

He
is running almost blind, sometimes into walls, but he is not interested, walls
fall before him, nothing stands before him, nothing hurts him anymore, nothing
except the voices. His eyes are almost useless only dim shapes and dimmer
colours litter his vision, the strange machines that the dark ones put inside
of him when he was weak destroyed his sight but now they cannot hurt him
anymore, he is to powerful, but to mad to use that
power.

The
voices scream at him drowning out all rational thought, he cannot escape them,
much of his waking hours is spent trying to forget the voices but they are
always there and so they are impossible to forget. Only through hunting and
hunger would the voices become dim, dim enough for him to feel alive, for him
to start to remember, remember a great many things, a great many smells, a
great many colours and sounds, but when the hunt was over he would lose all
thought to the deafening wordless scream of the voices once more.

The
dark ones had not brought food today but that made him happy, now he could let
the hunger grow until it was louder than them, loud enough for him to be able
to hear things once more. Today he would hunt his own prey, chase it screaming
through the corridors, chasing it but not catching it, no, he would run it till
it couldn�t run any longer then when it collapsed from exhaustion he would . .
. play.

Their
frightened eyes would follow his every movement, knowing what he was doing but
to exhausted to move, careful little bites that would
make the prey scream more in fear and frustration than pain, careful bites that
would torment him, driving him on until he would sink deep into the last vein,
sink deep and feed.

Something
ahead of him is running, something young and male, screaming out in fear,
begging to be freed, he hears words and tries hard to understand them once
more, the understanding is easier then he had thought, the wailing must be
extremely low for him to be able to actually understand what the human screams.

�Let
me out I didn�t do nothing!� a gasping sob �you can�t let him get me!! Help
me!! Help me!!�

The
human had become tired quickly, crouching down in a corner screaming, it would
continue to scream until its throat became raw, they always did. The scent of
human is stronger now he is closer, forcing solid iron bars to relent under his
claws he makes his way forwards. He knows suddenly that �play� will not be an
option this time he is simply to starved to play, his entire body trembling
with the need to eat. He is so engrossed in the cowering human he doesn�t
notice he is being watched, three pairs of eyes, two
regard him with anger another pair with a strange curiosity.

The
dark ones have come, they are speaking to him but he is not listening, the
pounding of heartbeats, of blood rushing through veins is to
powerful to ignore, the dark ones are louder, their heartbeats more powerful
than the feeble human creatures and he leaps. Teeth sink in through wrinkled
fowl smelling dead flesh he almost gags with the rank and overpowering smell
but then the blood comes, clean and pure and he forgets the disgusting vessel
and knows peace for an instant.

The
human�s wailing draws him out of the haze faster than he would have liked, his
mind clearer now, the blood inside him settling he is able to form words of his
own

�I�ve
had my allotment� he explains his voice raw, his throat almost bleeding from
the effort of words

The
human creature doesn�t appreciate the effort he has made and continues to
scream and whimper, the blood has settled inside of him now, the hunger
appeased and with its fading the voices return, his own wordless cry of
frustration escapes him and claws wrap around the humans collar and hurl it
aside, he throws it to silence it, sending it through glass, its dead when it
hits the floor. The silence from the human is wonderful but now the screaming
voices are growing louder. He is about to fall to his own knees in despair when
a scent touches him, coming in on the cool air through the hole he made in the
glass wall.

The
smell! He knows that smell! Something long forgotten, the screaming madness
that never quietens gives up that one scrap of information, he knows that
smell. A strange excitement curls inside of him, in the pit of his stomach,
very similar to the feeling he gets just before its time to hunt. The voices in
his mind, all those voices suddenly become loud and start saying the same
thing,

Follow it.

You must follow.

You must catch!

You must feed!

The
memory of prey struggling against him, the pounding of weak human hands against
him, the memory of their writing in agony against him makes
him shiver, he wants that again, only he wants the familure one to be the prey,
he does want to catch. Leaping forwards his half blind eyes do not see the
dirty glass and he to falls through it, but it doesn�t slow him much, yet it is
enough for the strange familure one to run.

He
follows.

He
follows half blind through corridors that reek of filth and waste and fear, he
follows the �prey� into a room, the creature pauses for a moment and he comes
close enough to snap at it but not close enough to break skin, as he closes the
distance the creature suddenly leaps away into the centre of the room. There is
a warm rush of power, similar to the power the dark ones use to operate the
evil machines in this hell hole, but warmer and familure. A bizarre feeling of
safety and warmth wash over him but is drowned out by the voices and the new
rising hunger.

Leaping
forwards, his half blind eyes still useless to him, he leaps following his nose
and for a fleeting moment his claws sink into something soft, something warm,
not quiet as warm as prey but with more warmth than stone or metal. Then it�s gone
the prey he�s hunting moves, twisting out of his grasp and lashing out, slashing
at him with claws of its own, he is forced backwards, for a moment he sees a
rising metal disk and then he is falling.

Burning.

Blind burning. Blind burning with no beginning
and no end in sight, was he always burning? Then cool, cool stone, he
remembered stone, hard cold stone. The voices stopped their mindless screaming
for a moment and he was blessed with silence for a fleeting second before all
joined as one once more and yelled.

You were slow!!

You were useless!!

You fell!!

You failed!!

Letting
out a scream of rage, loud enough to drown out the screaming voices he sunk
claws into the cold stone and pulled, the metal on his back making him work
hard to climb out of the hole he was in, his rage boiling beneath his skin,
wild and furious enough to keep the voices drowned until he was able to pull
himself over the rim and onto dry cold stone.

Try again!

Follow it!!

Catch it!!

Try again!!

And
he obeys, trying again and again, every time he comes close enough to sink
claws into warm skin, and ever time he is forced into the burning water. Every
time the creatures strange power, warm and familure but deadly accurate makes
the ground beneath him fall away and every time the voices return together, as
one to scold him, to make him rise again and to try again.

* * *

He
can smell it, its close!! It�s close but . . . below him; falling to his knees
he pounds at the stone beneath him and feels it crack under his fists, crack
and fracture until huge chunks of it come away, the stones are thick but weak,
held together by ancient means and they are not difficult to break through. He
falls for a moment before his feet land on more cold stone, a sharp cry of
surprise makes him turn; the prey is right in front of him. This close his
almost useless vision is able to make out some things.

The
prey is white.

White,
the word rings in his memory for a moment then is gone, he knows its important but does not know why, he struggles with the
thought for a moment, clawing at his own head, the white one in front of him
uses that moment and leaps over him and races forwards.

Vampire!

Same as you!!

Powerful!!

FOLLOW IT!!

The
voices give up scraps of information but the scraps are enough to make him run.
The creature, the other vampire has entered the shifting maze, Magnus feels a
note of panic strike him, one wrong move and the creature could be impaled, or
fall into one of the deadly traps littered around this twisted room. Using his
own entrance he appears outside of the moving walls and watches as the creature
moves. A lump in his throat, if it dies here he will never
have it!

But
it surprises him, it makes its way through the maze
without being harmed, dealing with the traps with its peculiar and familure
breed of magic. More eager than ever Magnus slips out of the maze and races
around to where he knows the creature will end up, but it is not there. A
sudden shaking in the building alerts his half aware mind that something is
wrong, the heavy feeling of magic laying over the
entire complex shifts a little, it trembles like a fish forced out of water,
gasping, trying to twist back into where it belongs. A sudden harder shake in
the building frees it completely of the magic.

He
can feel time start to move again, time that before now stood completely still
making the air thick and heavy, keeping the buildings inside bubbles of stale
air is now once again moving. The air is suddenly cleaner, for the first time
since he arrived he can smell the salt of the ocean and hear the birds; a
feeling of weight is pulled from his shoulders. But the voices remain, the
heavy machinery inside of him remains.

Something
deep inside tells him that this is his preys doing, some how he knows that the
creature he is hunting was responsible for the evil magic�s disappearance, but
that knowledge does not dissuade the still growing hunger, the urge to sink
fang into white skin, the want to catch, to feel it struggle against him. He
shivers at the thought and jerks when he realised that the other vampire is
here. He knew it would come!

Sending
out his own magic, red hot and half wild he drops the weight holding the door
aloft and traps the prey, now it cannot run, now it must fight, fight and die
by his hand. He knows better now than to use physical blows to destroy this
one, so leaping inside the room he lands on a safe point and turns to face his
prey . . . its gone.

But
its scent is still here, he knows its still here, its
. . . hiding. Something inside of him whispers to him that this is odd but he
ignores it and closes his useless eyes and uses his nose, sending his magic out
to wrap around the creature, his magic hits something and he feels it break
beneath its force, opening his eyes he sees a broken statue, he growls and
pulls his magic back in towards himself for another blow, but suddenly he is
struck by an invisible blow, it knocks him from his safe place into the burning
water below.

TRY AGAIN!!

Again
he tries, and again his magic cannot get through the stone to get to his prey and
again he is knocked by the invisible force into the water.

TRY AGAIN!!

And again, and again. But the burning becomes too much,
his skin peels away and falls to the ground in burnt clumps, making him bleed,
making the hunger rise. Without thought he flees, racing through the doorway
which he pulls down around himself, racing away from the burning water. With
time back in place he finds himself able to heal, feels his skin pulling
together under its own wish, not the sowing together he has become so used to,
he almost cries out wit joy, but he has suffered a great deal in the time when
there was no time and his healing is slow.

The
voices are becoming quieter now, the fact that time is moving once more seems
to be weakening them, yet they are still loud enough to effect
him.

You Ran!!

Coward!!

Go Back!!

Hunt it!!

Feel it break beneath you!!

He
turns to look up at the ledge he has leapt from and tries to find a way back up
but to his surprise the prey leaps down to him, the role of hunter and prey are
becoming confused inside him, prey runs hunter catches that it the rule, the
prey does not chase the hunter. There cannot be to hunters!!

But
there are now, he feels claws sink into his skin when ever they meet, but to
his confusion the other vampire he had thought was prey doesn�t seem interested
in him, it does not fear him the way the others did, it only hurts him when he
goes to it. He suddenly feels another of the invisible hit and turns to face
the direction it came from, the other is just standing there, so he runs to it,
but it leaps away before his claws can sink in and he collides with a statue.
Again and again this happens and his confused mind tries to think but the
voices stop thought and so all he can do is repeat his mistake, again and
again.

The
other has gone back to ignoring him and he can sense magic in the cleaner air
again, the same magic the invisible fists are created from, the magic from the
creature, the other vampire. Turning a corner he suddenly collides with it,
anger rushes to the surface as they both fall to the ground in a tangled heap,
the other trashing beneath him. He wants it to hurt, to hurt as much as he is
hurting, leaning forward until his mouth is inches away from the others ear he
whispers

�Feel
my pain� the others thrashing pauses for a moment and there is exquisite
silence, all Magnus can hear is their heartbeats, it feels so familure. Then
with a cry of pain the other forces his way up, throwing Magnus to the side,
the smell of burning fills the room and Magnus knows the other is having his
pain. But much to his anger it fades quickly and the smell fades, the magic
rises one more time and the ground begins to shake, the fragmented rocks
pulling themselves together.

�What
magic is this� he breathed, his throat bleeding inside from having spoken so
much in such a short space of time. The main statue was built, but nothing else
occurred and he relaxed hunting out the other vampire once more,

THERE!!

It
was on the raised dais and he threw himself at it, part of the statue fell away
but he didn�t care, his right arm was split open from the force of the blow but
he didn�t care, he could practically taste the other already and he knew he
would have him now. The others plan had failed, the new statue brought no new
magic�s with it, it was just dead stone and the other had no where else to run.
He threw himself again at the dais, hurling all of his weight and the weight of
the machines inside of him at the stone and felt something give way.

The
giant statue was falling!!

He
ran but it was of no use, it fell, he felt his legs give under the weight of
the stone, a sickening crunch as parts of him broke unable to withstand such
weight, pinned by the heavy stone he knew he was beaten. He felt the world turn
dim and then there was blackness.

The
light was silent, the voices gone, his mind was his once more, he knew where he
was and he knew who was walking away.

�Sire
wait� he cried, blood coming from his throat as he spoke, he spat onto the
stone, trying tio ignore the agony of his impending
death,

�What
trickery is this?� Kain turned and frowned at him,

Magnus
felt the world stop.

Kain
did not remember, something had damaged his Lord . . .
the death he was told of may not have been entirely untrue. Somehow Magnus just
knew, Kain didn�t remember Sebastian, maybe it was something to do with the
expression on his face. He could faintly smell Sebastian on him and knew that
they had met but there was no overwhelming anger, no sadness at the betrayal.

He
understood Kain might be aware of names but the memory of the time set together
was missing, like a part of his soul had just been pulled away. Memories to painful to remember. Swallowing around the
thought of what that meant he managed to speak

�No
trickery sire, I am your servant once again, your champion once again� he
whispered, throat raw. How many nights had he lain awake in the mansion wishing
Sebastian could just be erased from Kain�s mind, and now he had his wish . . .
and it was to late.

�Pathetic
wretch I have no . . .� Kain paused and Magnus saw a little bit of memory slip
into place �Magnus� Kain sounded confused as if he wasn�t sure if the name fit
the creature now lying broken in front of him

�It
is I sire� Magnus nodded and to his dismay saw anger filling his Lord�s face

�Magnus the traitor! Tell me is this your reward for
betraying me� Kain let out a strangled bark of a laugh, forced and unreal and
looked around the ruined prison

�Sire
I did not . . .� Magnus tried but pain swallowed him whole and he had to stop,
unable to form words

�You
left my camp in the night like all the rest� Kain accused, Magnus nodded and
then shook his head, swallowing trying to drown out the pain before he spoke
again

�I
wanted only to serve you; I went to kill the Serefan lord alone� he watched the
words sink in and he knew Kain heard truth in what he spoke,

�You
never returned� Kain mumbled

�I
failed you, even now I cannot remember how he defeated me, I was struck down
helpless at his feet and then through his fowl magic�s he took my mind and
transported me to this hell hole, but what of you sire I heard that you were
dead� the short speech took nearly all his energy and he felt himself sag
backwards against the huge machine at his back

�Not
so dead as some would like to have me� Kain muttered kneeling next to him,
using what little of his strength remained he tried to move his arm, he wanted
to touch him, a blood covered, clawed hand covered his own recognising the
gesture. A sense of peace so profound covered Magnus at the gesture so
completely that he didn�t hear the last words Kain spoke to him, before claws
opened his throat to the world and the blackness covered him forever.

The End

Authoress Note: Yay I managed to finish
it at long last. I apologise once again for how long this fic has taken for me
to write as you all know I have no real reasons just excuses.

I hope I managed to keep it in
character etc and I hope you liked it

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