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Realms Converge	By : Candice Category: +G through L > Legacy of Kain Views: 3562 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Six: Arguements and Embarrassment
I awoke sometime later with a mild headache pounding away in my skull, a sharp pain at the base of my left shoulder where my wing-joint met shoulder blade when extended and to the sound of two men arguing loudly in a nearby room. The voices sounded familiar to me somehow, but I could not truly place them through the pounding beat in my skull.
Instead of trying to focus on the voices, I took the time to look around and try to get a better idea of where exactly I was now. I realized that I was lying on a soft feather-down stuffed mattress and had silken sheets covering my body. The room around me was, quite bluntly, a run down mess with a few signs of being recently dusted at least and yet the bed and sheets seemed nearly brand new and looked to have been recently placed within the room.
I lifted the silk sheets to look myself over and found that my wounds had been bandaged neatly at some point and I also realized that I had the lingering taste of fresh blood in my mouth as I ran my tongue over my fangs. I guessed whoever had found me had both treated me and fed me blood to help speed up my recovery from the rune-affected wounds. That meant that I'd been found either by other vampires or at least those who were sympathetic to the vampires of the land. Not that I was going to start complaining about the blood... it was sweet. I had never tasted blood as sweet as this outside of the small tastes of heart's blood that had lingered in my mouth when I had spat said blood back into Auron's face when he had tried to force the addicting liquid upon me. Then again, the only blood I'd ever consciously tasted before now was the blood of murderers, thieves, homeless bums or what long stale blood Auron gave me when he hadn't been trying to get me addicted to heart's blood. You could tell by the taste of someone's blood if they were healthy or not and most times the blood given to me had been... less than ideal.
I sat up quickly and the fell right back against the bed due to the small wave of dizziness that suddenly assaulted me at the too quick movement. Once my head had cleared up, I tried to sit up once more and this time I managed to first sit up and then get to my feet. I waited a few moments for things to stop spinning and then began to move unsteadily to the door. I still felt exceptionally tired and, in truth, I just wanted to bury myself back into the bed and under the comfortable sheets but I had been far too curious in regards to my current location and... whether or not this was truly a safe location for me to be in. What if these vampires, or vampire allies, were like Auron? I did not want to trade one torturer for another if I could help it and if I needed to make a run for it, I would. I pulled the door open a few inches and leaned against the door frame to keep my balance as I listened in to the conversation while trying to remain as quiet as I could.
"Half-bloods cannot and do not exist!" came an annoyed sounding voice.
Yep, whoever it was arguing, the fight was centered around me... how wonderful. I shifted my weight a bit more against the door frame as I listened in and I had to hold tight to the door itself so that I could continue to maintain my footing. The voices sounded so familiar and tugged at the edges of my memory. Were these people I knew of here in Nosgoth? Maybe. Yet, as I caught a glimpse of the place I was in, an underground series of rooms and corridors, I realized that not only were the voices familiar to me, but this place seemed familiar to my mind as well.
"We have been over the simple logic of this several times now," responded the second male. "Now, will you allow me to finish what I was saying or will you continue to deny the simple truth of this matter in a blind fit of upset in the fact that the world as we know it may somehow hold more secrets than what we had thought?"
I opened the door inward another inch and looked out over more of the main room that was thus revealed to me by said movement. The two Vampires, and they were vampires now that I could focus on them with my senses past the headache, as their Aura's all but screamed Power in my head, stood in the center of the room. It had gone silent, a near to deadly silence as the pair glared at each other. Both males were, at a glance, taller than I was but the one who seemed a touch taller had to be an Eldar Vampire by the look of him. He skin was tinged a dark green and his ears were up and pointed like that of a bat's or a wolf's ears. He wore a dark-red and black robe lined with what looked to be gold filigree at a distance. I would swear that at that point, if my jaw was not connected to my skull, it would have hit the floor as memory clicked almost violently into place in my mind.
I recognized the Eldar Vampire as Vorador. The sado-hedonist of Termogant Forest, as a certain individual had once named him. I knew little else about the Eldar beyond the fact that he hated the humans with a passion for killing his Sire, and so many of his brethren and Childeren, as well as the males oft fierce protectiveness of his own kind. I closed my mouth with a rough swallow and looked over to the other Vampire. I realized with a start that it was the man that I had glimpsed before I had passed out earlier by his silvered hair. The male stood maybe a half inch or so shorter than Vorador and he wore a curious armored outfit on his upper body that barely shielded any of his flesh and... well it showed off his chest... rather nicely. And why was I suddenly thinking about that of all things? He might be eye-candy in a rough-edged sort of way but I needed to remain focused on finding out if I suddenly needed to bolt even if my instincts were far more relaxed than they had ever been before, which was... odd. My instincts said 'safe' while my head screamed 'be careful!'. I needed to be mindful, watchful, regardless of if my instincts proved correct.
The white haired male was no longer wearing the red cloak that I had seen in the alleyway. I shook my head a bit to clear it of any further stray thoughts as I realized with a start that I knew of this Vampire as well, especially when I saw the Soul Reaver sheathed at his back.
This was Kain, the representative of the Pillar of Balance, one of the Nine Pillars of Nosgoth that maintained the world. The one who had final say over the use of the powers of the other Eight and the most influential of the Nine. He was also supposed to be the soon-to-be ruler of all of Nosgoth and the 'wild card' Moebius seemed to be the most afraid of outside of Raziel . . . what was the title given to him again? Ah, right, the Scion of Balance. Again the question from earlier ran through my mind; how was it that I had fallen into the Realm of Nosgoth of all places? And having landed in this kind of company as well! Either I was going to be very lucky and have a safe harbor in the company of these two, or I was going to be in a lot of trouble. I wondered, as I had another flash of dizziness, if anyone would want to place bets on the outcome. Kain spoke again, slowly, as if he were struggling not to physically lash out at Vorador.
"First the Sarafan have not lost their righteous sense of 'Holy Duty' as they should have with the fall of their 'gracious' leader," he said slowly with a sneer on his lips, "and now we must deal with the... improbability... of a half-blood? Your explanation for the Sarafan made sense Old One, but the origins of that girl?!"
I had to think a moment once Kain had finished talking and try to figure out where in the timeline I might be. Wonders of potentially being in a Realm that actively has time travelers. From listening to Kain talk, I gathered that I had fallen into this Realm soon after Kain had managed to defeat the Sarafan Lord, a Hylden from the 'demon realm'. Which meant that I was post Blood Omen 2. Yet from what I could recall of this World and the time-frame, Kain had less trouble from the Sarafan after beating the Hylden Lord, not more. Yet... it had been such a long since I'd last played any of the Legacy of Kain games that I found that I just couldn't be sure. I focused again upon their words and tilted my head slightly as I did so. I was still partly confused by this entire mess and still partly convinced that I had gone mad at some point.
"Kain we have been over this several times, must we do so again?" Vorador sighed in exasperation as he rubbed at the bridge of his nose. "Her heart yet beats just like humans when badly injured when a true fledglings heart will halt when one is as critically injured as you described, all in order to help reduce the drastic blood loss faced by such injuries and yet she clearly has vampiric traits as well, fangs and claws just being the beginning. The blood we gave her did more to restore her than any healing magics just like a vampire. One can easily sense that she has an Aura of her own. There is only one logical conclusion; that she is somehow both human and vampire, a 'half-blood' if you will. The how of it all is the only thing we cannot confirm at this time, at least not without speaking with her further one she awakens."
"Very well Vorador," Kain said darkly with a dismissive flick of clawed fingers. "A 'half-blood' or not she might be useful as she did not-"
At that exact moment a strong wave of dizziness struck me and I lost my grip upon the door. I fell forward into the main room and barely caught myself by widening my stance, just in time to keep from face planting on the ground. It took another second to regain my balance and I tried to maintain some sense of wounded pride. Both Kain and Vorador were both now looking at me in a mixture of amused surprise and, in Kain's case, residual frustration from the argument.
I knew that I was very close to collapsing to the floor, I could practically feel it as the blood drained from my face, but I tried to continue to put up the appearance of being fine and... failed miserably in that attempt apparently. Kain made a noise that held either amusement or annoyance in the tone, if not both, as he walked toward me. Vorador however, was the one who actually spoke to me, his voice was almost gentle and yet very much firm, stern really, like that of a parent lightly but firmly scolding a child.
"You should not have gotten out of bed so soon young one," he said as he tilted his head at me. "You have only been here a few nights thus far and your wounds still have yet to fully heal. "
Kain grabbed my left shoulder to force me to turn around and then pushed me back toward the room I had just stumbled out of. I had been far too tired and too confused as to what was going on to do much more than hiss in irritation at him and try to pull away from his touch. Doing that though, caused me to stumble to the side and almost fall over again. Kain caught me before I could do more than list to the side and then lifted me in his arms as if I were a child. I squirmed in his grasp and hissed again at him as I tried to get loose.
"I can walk on my own!" I snapped out.
"And I can carry you," he said with a roll of his eyes. "Now that we each know what we can do, be silent and enjoy the ride girl."
Kain smirked coldly at my growing annoyance, but I did stop squirming in his grasp if only to prevent myself from being dropped. Vorador chuckled softly at my reaction and moved to take care of some other business whilst Kain attended to me. The Eldar was probably glad to have a chance to avoid further arguments with Kain about how a half-blood could exist. Once in the room I had stumbled out of, Kain walked over to the bed and set me down, then he backed up a half step and tilted his head as he looked me over. I couldn't tell what could be going through his mind but his eyes had the faint light of curiosity in them. I spoke again, not really caring if the tone of my voice was discourteous or not, I did not like being carried around like a helpless little girl.
"My name is Katrina, not 'girl,'" I said softly yet firmly.
"Indeed," he drawled. "Well then, Katrina, perhaps you can explain where you are from."
I could tell immediately that he would know if I was lying. I sighed and carefully began to tell him of where I was from. I omitted only a few things. He seemed calm when I told him I was not from this Realm. Why wouldn't he be calm when visitors from other realms was becoming the norm lately what with the Hylden? He might have even seen me appearing in Nosgoth as well which would explain how he had found me so swiftly.
I wasn't sure about mentioning anything about the technological advances in my realm, but when he asked me directly about such things, I found that I wasn't even sure how to respond. I found myself worried that Kain might decide to find a way to go to my own Realm and use such technology for himself, but I realized that something like that would take him ages to work out and, at this time at least, he wasn't exactly known to be the most patient of men. I decided to tell him at least a little of the differences between our realms technologies. Medical and transportation mainly with a few, very few, minor details regarding guns and such.
The next thing he questioned on was what I knew of Nosgoth as I seemed to have not been all that surprised by my surroundings. Again his words hinted that he had possibly witnessed my arrival and fight with the Sarafan. Here I found that I was hesitant, it had been so long since I'd played the games that I wasn't entirely sure of what all I could remember. As such I theorized that perhaps the 'stories' of one realm were the 'reality' of another and that, maybe, it was possible that when people dreamed, in those dreams they saw events that had already happened in another world and, if perhaps skilled at it, they might write about the glimpses of the worlds they had seen within said dreams. As such... I knew about the Pillars, his 'choice' once he had slain the other maddened members of the circle, his fight with the Hylden and... from there about a one-thousand-five-hundred year gap? Longer? Less? I wasn't sure of the exact timeline. Any knowledge that I did have of this world would be... pointless for a long time really.
I'd rubbed at the back of my neck at that point and muttered something along the lines of 'and that's if I'm not hallucinating this entire thing...'. He'd let out a faint snort of amusement at my words but let the matter drop, not bothering to help me work out the whole 'is this real or am I nuts' problem that was running through my head.
He then asked me how I had come to be here. That... had been a little more difficult to get into than the other stuff. I honestly just wanted to forget, but I realized that dream or no, I needed to face the fact that I had truly gone through such torment and not just brush it off and ignore it as if it hadn't happened. I spared him any details about my sordid family life, of which I was now doubtful considering my father had definitely NOT been human and had most likely NOT died in a simple car crash, and just skipped to the day I'd gotten kidnapped by someone in the middle of the night. When I went into the bare bones details about my time with Auron, his minions and my eventual escape, Kain seemed to be faintly... amused?... at the fact that I tried to keep my tone as level as possible and my emotions under control in my attempts to keep my upset, rage really, at what had happened to me from showing on my face. Why was I surprised at that hint of amusement? Vampires had such an odd and morbid sense of humor sometimes.
From the look in his eyes, though, it also looked like he... respected me for keeping my sanity whilst surviving countless years of torture in that fiends care. I doubted he'd ever verbalize that respect though, he wasn't exactly the type, and I also found myself doubting that I'd even seen that flash of respect as his eyes suddenly narrowed darkly on me. After a few minutes of silence once I had finished speaking, he asked another question.
"Where did you learn to fight as you did?" he asked. "You were quite wild in your movements but still had some skill."
"Fight?" I echoed back at him.
I blinked a bit at the question even as I blushed. No one had ever really taught me how to fight in depth. When I'd gotten kidnapped and placed in Auron's care, all I had really been was just a out of high school and just into college 'bookworm' that liked swords and had taken very basic self-defense classes during my early teen years. I'd hardly ever used a blade outside of self-practice, absolutely no formal training, and yet... the fight with the Sarafan had been... almost simple in some aspects really.
"I guess what skill I had... just came naturally to me," I answered with a shrug. "I've never seriously had to fight and had only had some basic training when I was younger before I ended up in that hell hole. I would hazard to say that I did learn a few things about fighting dirty while there. Not much, but apparently enough to survive."
He gave a faint nod at my response. I leaned back against the headboard of the bed and watched him closely as I waited for any other questions he might have for me. One had to be careful around this Vampire, I knew that much, one hint at betrayal and you were in deep trouble. Remember Umah? Thought you might.
"Have you gained any Dark Gifts?" he asked.
Great, did he have to ask that question? This would be to be a risk to take. Tell him, and he might try something to hurt me for having such an ability, perhaps thinking that I might be a risk to him or that he might find the ability useful for himself. Or don't tell him and never use my Dark Gift again in Nosgoth while near him. Or end up using it on accident and getting into trouble for not saying anything. I wondered if my ability to sense someone's Aura counted as a Gift as well, but wait, no... didn't he have the same ability naturally? I realized with a small start he was sneering slightly at me, fangs bared slightly as he spoke and interrupted my train of thought.
"Surely you know what the Dark Gifts are?" he asked in a condescending tone.
I realized that I had a confused look on my face while I had been trying to figure out what to tell him. He must have thought that I didn't know just what the Gifts were. I took a slow breath to calm myself then let it out just as slow. Best to tell him the truth and see what happened. Hope my luck has gotten better, I thought to myself.
"Yes, I know what the Gift's are," I said with a shrug. "It is only that... I have just recently gained my first Gift and I almost forgot I had it at all since I haven't been able to use it to any benefit save the once during my escape. It is, well, a form of invisibility you could say. I cannot be heard and cannot be seen when I have my Gift active, and as long as I am not bleeding badly, my scent cannot be detected either, at least from what I could tell during my escape. Hence the whole 'not used to it' thing..."
I said the last with a small, fluttering wave of my hands and his eyes narrowed upon me once more. His gaze was cold and impassive, almost thoughtful really. I noticed that his eyes were a pale blue that was tinged with flecks of gold that made his glares all the more frightening for the unnaturalness of them. Those eyes held a deadly and powerful sense of grandeur to them. I looked down suddenly, avoiding his gaze any further due to some sudden, instinctual tug in the back of my head. I know I was either red with embarrassment because I'd been staring at him or pale with fright. I couldn't tell which. After a long while he pushed away from the wall and then turned and left the room without another word. I did not relax until the door had been fully closed and I could no longer hear his footsteps echoing off the stone floor.
I decided at that point to get as much rest as I could. However, considering the company I was in and the rather dubious likelihood of my actually being here, I found that I could not rest for long. I awoke only a few hours later and then slipped out of the room that I had been settled in to and wandered around silently as I looked for way outside. Part of me was still in shock, still believed that this was all a dream and yet... everything was so real. I finally found my way outside and climbed up onto the roof. I kept my wings hidden away and safe. Safe, as no one yet knew of my weakness. Not here at least. I slowly took in the scents of the city with a slow breath, only to have that breath catch my throat. I could smell spices, bread, alcohol, women and men and children that did not immediately reek of fear and death and decay. Below all of that, was the subtle scent of vampire. A scent that was somehow healthier than what I was used to.
I wrapped my arms around myself and looked up. I stared pensively up at the unfamiliar stars. The vampires here had not harmed me. In fact, all they had done so far was help me recover and they had yet to ask anything of me beyond asking me my story. That Kain had listened to me was almost a kindness really, but I…
A voice sounded behind me and I tensed.
"Tell me, are you afraid?" it was Kain. I swallowed roughly and wondered what he would do, finding me out of the room he had left me in.
"Fear and I are old friends," I responded warily without turning around.
"And what is it that you fear? Light, darkness? Perhaps pain or solitude?" his voice drew closer and I tensed further still.
"Light and dark..." I shrugged. "Either can hide monsters or can even keep you safe from harm. Pain can… can provide a strange kind of clarity or drag out agony until time loses all meaning. Solitude… that meant safety, for a time at the least."
"Then what is it you fear? What drew you here?" he asked. He came to stop beside me. "What has you so tense and ready to bolt like the hare facing hound?"
"It is… this strangeness that leaves me numb and excited at the same time," I said after several moments of silence. I waved a hand to indicate our surroundings. "It is the thought that all of this is but a sign that I've fallen to madness in order to escape what is being done to my unconscious body. That is what I fear, that I am not truly free…"
I had to cough to hide the strained break in my voice as I finished speaking, though I was certain that he noticed. I was grateful when he did not point it out. Instead, he turned around and started toward the edge of the roof. I watched him silently and was about to turn back to my pensive thoughts when his voice caught my attention once more.
"Come with me," he said in a voice that brokered no disobedience.
I tensed up at the order and remained frozen for a long moment which gave him the time that he needed to leap to a neighboring rooftop. I swallowed roughly and followed him a few moments later. He eyed me stoically for a time and I could not tell if he was upset at my delay. Rather than say anything though, he turned and started to lead me across the rooftops to one of the larger buildings within the city that was also the furthest from the Sarafan controlled mansion. He indicated for me to stand at the center of the roof and then began to circle my form. He stopped in front of me and touched a claw to my chin to force my head up.
I almost jerked away violently, almost knocked his hand aside when something subtle settled along the edges of my thoughts like a comforting weight. I twitched uneasily as I'd only known the foul touch of Auron's mind, and that of his pets, against my own. I relaxed and inch at a time and, still uneasy, allowed him to tilt my head up just a bit. I found myself relaxing further still when he let his hand fall to his side, apparently satisfied with a token bearing of my throat.
"Show me your wings," he ordered a moment later.
And just like that I was tense once more.
"Why?" I asked, a hint of a growl in my voice.
"I wish to see them again," he responded. "And you are currently afraid to have them out where any can see them."
"So?"
"Hmph," Kain's eyes narrowed on me that he did not lash out like I expected, like I was prepared for. "You are allowing your fear to control your actions woman."
I bristled and clinched my hands tight, my eyes narrowing on him in a glare. I refrained from speaking or moving however. I refused to rise to such obvious bait. He chuckled darkly a moment later.
"You know my words to be true, yet unlike the others that I have known who have also been tortured or tormented by our enemies, you wait and watch rather than lash out," he tilted his head and then circled around behind me. I watched him warily as he moved. "A wise reaction when dealing with the unknown."
His hand landed on my shoulder, a firm weight and pressure. I warred with the need to bolt, yet he did nothing further. I clenched and un-clenched my jaw as I warred was my emotions, my fears. I swallowed roughly and looked away from him as I shrugged my shoulder. His hand fell away and I close my eyes and took the chance… The first of many in truth…
I extended my wings and then drew them in close along the line of my back. They were held in such a position that it would be easier for me to lash out with said limbs and take him by surprise if… If.
A satisfied thrum of noise filled the air and I watched him reach out with his hand to touch one of my wings. I hissed in warning and his eyes narrowed on me. He held my gaze and very slowly and purposefully placed his hand on my right wing. A strained sound escaped through my clenched teeth and I watched him with wary, likely wild, eyes. I wanted desperately for this to be a real, to be free if the pain and torture that I'd known. I wanted this light touch of his to remain placid and calm. I wanted to believe that not all of my Vampiric kin were like Auron and his ilk. That there was a… a society… a something that I could belong to and be proud to be a part of. Kain let out another thrum of sound and turned to walk to the edge of the building.
"Put them away from now if you wish woman," he said. "It is time to return to Sanctuary. You're still not fully recovered from your injuries."
I felt floored, shocked. That was it? I watched him lead to the lower rooftop and walked over to where he had just been. He continued ahead, as if expecting me to follow and I blinked at his retreating form dazedly. He… he had not harmed me. A shudder ran through me when the wind cut through the air and I hugged myself for a moment to shield from the cold. That I could feel the cold so meant that he was right, I was not yet up to par. I withdrew my wings and moved after Kain, leaving a mess of feathers to drift in the breeze. All I really wanted right now in my shocked state was the warm bed that these vampires had provided to me so freely and yet somehow, once back inside and tucked into said bed, I knew that I would not get that much more in the way of rest…
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