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Chapter List
- 1-Anothers Sorrow
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On Another�s Sorrow
Sequel to Slaughter

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 there
for your use and I hope you find what you are looking for. By continuing and
reading you are acknowledging the above information and accepting it.

Pairing: Kain/Raziel

Rating: NC-17

Part: One of Four maybe more.

Set: Post Blood Omen Two Pre Soul Reaver

Authoress note: This is a rewrite of the
original, mainly due to the huge writers block I hit
after I had finally managed to churn out the first chapter. I have been
constantly re-reading this and finally decided the only way it was going to go
anywhere was if I scrapped it and started again.

After such an overwhelming response from all of my reviewers about
�Slaughter� I could hardly say no when nearly every single one asked for a
sequel.

Chapter One
A perfect World

You may
have uncovered your past but you know nothing of it

Kain: Soul
Reaver

The heat was almost unbearable; it always was for the weeks around
and during the rainy season. The rainy season had passed only days before and
the heat was still thick and heavy almost like the air itself held the moisture
and not the clouds. But the oppressive heat of the season had not found the
basement of the ruined mansion that was still hidden deep in the darkness of
the swamps. The burning rays� of the sun and the moist air had not reached down
into the underground to touch pristine skin; only velvet darkness had skimmed
over them. They were safe, protected from the day in the darkness yet despite
being shielded from the light some ancient and primal instinct told them that
the sun was falling from the sky, their time was coming.

Raziel groaned quietly, fighting with his own conscious; wanting
to fall back into sleep, to stay in the embrace of the day. But it was a
pointless battle one he would quickly lose, and lose he did and slowly the fledgling
blinked open sleep heavy eyes and found himself face to face with ashen skin.
Taking a deep breath through his nose he smiled. The rainy heat made the
basement of the ruined mansion muggy and they�d slept here for two nights now,
the entire room smelt powerfully of them, it was a very comforting smell.
Content he tried to roll intending to get comfortable once more and fall back
into sleep; but after a small effort he found he couldn�t move, confused he
looked at his position. He�d fallen asleep curled to his father�s side but
during the day they had rolled over and shifted about on the mattress they�d
dragged down from one of the shattered rooms. His father was on his back, one
arm wrapped around his child�s waist; which was what had prevented Raziel
moving. Raziel had sprawled across his father, his head resting comfortably on
his father�s shoulder.

Sleep was suddenly well and truly forgotten, the youth forgetting
the warm comfort of sleep in favour of tormenting his father. Raziel grinned
and moved a little sprawling himself more so across his still sleeping father�s
body and concentrated on increasing his body's weight.

"Un,� Kain groaned after a moment �heavy," he mumbled, the words were
hard to decipher from the low groan with which they were spoken; but Raziel had
had a lot of practice and he managed. Looking up at his father he saw Kain�s
eyes were squeezed closed as if fighting to hold onto sleep. "Gerroff
me," Kain mumbled. Enjoying the game far too much, Raziel laughed.

�Nope,� he smirked, getting an even better idea �Never! I am
master!" he chortled.

Kain cracked one eye open lazily and regarded his child with a
mixture of confusion and exhaustion. After a few minuets of this half aware scrutiny
Raziel blinked and grinned wider displaying fully grown fangs.

"Oh? You think so?" Kain managed his voice still groggy from sleep.
Raziel yelped as he was caught off guard when his father flipped them both over
in a flurry of sheets and limbs. He hadn�t expected Kain to do anything,
normally it took his father at least half an hour to wake up and start moving.

Despite his hatred of the evenings and the waking up that came with them Kain
had managed to move quickly and had successfully pinned his child into the soft
mattress they had slept on. Raziel still thrashed despite his predicament. His
father held both of his arms above his head with his left hand and he was
leaning on Raziel�s right arm. He had trapped his child�s legs with his own,
knees outside Raziel�s hips with his ankles crossed back over his calves. Kain
grinned at his child from half an inch beyond his nose. Raziel hissed and
jerked snapping his teeth closed a hairs breath away from his father�s nose.

"Am I still yours?" Kain asked, his child pouted.

"Yes, as soon as I get . . . free!� Raziel continued to thrash, his father
yawned �You're cheating!" Raziel shouted eventually �You�re fatter than
me!�

�Oh charming,� Kain fell off his child and rolled onto his side,
preparing to go back to sleep. Raziel sat up shaking his head; he was silent
for a few moments before leaning over and jabbing a newly formed claw onto his
father�s shoulder. Inexperience with the sharp points made him break the skin;
lapping the droplets of blood away he whined

�You�re not going back to sleep,� he leaned back and pressed both
hands on Kain�s shoulders and pushed �wake up!� Kain did not respond
�wakeupwakeupwakeupwakeup,� each word punctuated with a sharp push on his
father�s shoulders

�Alright!� Kain snapped, arm
flying out to clip Raziel �I�m up just . . . just give me a minuet,� sighing
loudly Raziel clambered off the mattress, grabbed his clothes and wandered off
up the broken stairs.

A few nights ago when the rains had eventually stopped Kain had
woken him up in the dank little house in Meridian
and had claimed it was time they went north.

�I will raise others
soon,� Kain spoke quietly �but before I do I want to educate you about certain
. . . parts of our history,�

Raziel was not keen on the idea of the �others� his father spoke of and it angered him that Kain was
mentioning them more and more lately. He wasn�t sure exactly where these others
would come from or even what they were but from the way Kain spoke of them he
had managed to summarise that sometime soon his father would be taken away from
him. Kain had laughed when he had confessed this fear to him and had promised
that no such thing would happen. But something deep down inside Raziel told him
that things would change when the �others�
arrived and it would not be a pleasant change. He hissed angrily as he
clambered through the broken doorways and shattered corridors, he liked things
the way they were, he did not want things to change; he did not want to have to
share.

Pushing those thoughts deep down into a corner of his mind Raziel
wandered into the main hall and glanced up at the only surviving window in the
mansion. The window depicted a blue winged figure holding a spear,
he was very beautiful in the fledglings eyes. His features seemed firm and
imposing but Raziel found them majestic, they spoke of years of hardships and
survival. Some of the other windows were still mostly in place but all were
broken, many were shattered completely. It was hard to believe his father had
lived here once in splendour with a great many other vampires. The mansion was
a ruin now, having been destroyed in the last great war. Scraps of burnt carpet
littered the floor, most of the top floor was gone, the roof completely
destroyed. The walls were burned and many had fallen down, broken statues littered
some of the floors, fragments of wings, faces and claws.

It was sad.

A great loss, the fledgling felt an unusual amount of grief at the
loss of the mansion despite never seeing it when it was whole. He did not feel
grief for the loss of splendour or for riches but rather for the loss of the
race he never knew, the people who he has never seen, the stories he�s never
heard.

He�d found other drawings in the mansion, on the walls; half
burned paintings that showed scenes of carnage and war. The paintings had been
done by an ancient vampire called Vorador. Kain had explained a little about
Vorador and Raziel understood that the ancient creature had been the owner of
the ruined mansion and had been dubbed �The father of Vampires�. For some
reason Kain found the title amusing. Interested in the ancient Raziel had found
the room his father said belonged to Vorador and had searched through it, deeply
fascinated by this ancient creature that he had never seen.

Rummaging through the half ruined drawings he had found a great
many paintings, some of the blue winged creatures, some of the land surrounding
the mansion and one caught his eye. It was all that remained of a rough sketch,
very simple lines, no paint; obviously the ancient vampire had never got to finish
it. What was left of it showed a large chair on which his father was curled,
sleeping; a book had fallen to the floor. Kain had sighed and shaken his head
when Raziel had shown him the sketch almost as if embarrassed.

�If something or
someone sat still long enough Vorador would draw them,� Kain explained �despite
their protests.� he paused �many protests.�

But despite what Kain had said there were no pictures of any other
single vampire and there were quite a few of his father, always sleeping. Kain
had obviously not liked to be drawn and Vorador must have had to wait until he
slept. So far Raziel�s favourite was of his father�s back; Kain lay on his side
on what appeared to be a bed but the top part of the picture was missing so he
wasn�t sure if it was a bed or a couch. A sheet had been dropped over his
father�s legs and hips but the rest of him was bare at the bottom of the
drawing the word �scion� had been crossed out. Raziel had folded the torn
picture up and had slipped it into his bag.

�Are you hungry?� Kain�s voice suddenly sounded right by his ear
making him jump. Raziel yelped and almost leapt away, but a clawed had on his
shoulder kept him in place. He stilled catching his breath, feeling the arm on
his shoulder slide down till it wrapped about his abdomen holding him against
Kain. �Well,� his father pressed �are you hungry?�

�Yes� Raziel answered, smiling. He liked hunting in the north; the
blood here was thick, rich, full of life and magic. His father had been right,
the blood in the city was like water unless you found someone special; some one
strong. Kain had explained about the pollution remaining from the glyphs how it
thinned the blood, made blood like tears, weak and tasteless. In the north
there was no pollution, save from the decay of the land and that was not yet
strong enough to affect the blood. Although unless something was done soon all
blood would thin, become as water.

�Come then,� Kain drew back from his child and taking his arm led
him from the ruined mansion.

The surrounding swamp was warm with the last of the summer heat
dissipating slowly as the moon continued to rise. Raziel walked carefully,
placing his feet in the exact same place his father did; he had seen what water
did to vampire flesh.

�Be. Careful.
Here.� Kain spoke slowly, every word punctuated by a prod to his child�s chest.
Raziel laughed at the prods and tried to step backwards, �I�m not joking,� Kain
sighed and stood up fully having being leaning over his child �perhaps . . .
no,� the master vampire leaned down and scooped his child up in his arms and
strode forwards.

�Put me down!� Raziel
sniggered, unsure why his father was taking so much care. He yelped when Kain
made a small jump to an outstanding rock �putmedownputmedownputmedown� the
fledgling started squirming

�No,� Kain said simply,
giving no explanation as to why he was carrying his child through the muggy
swamp

�Why?� Raziel sighed,
he stopped squirming knowing struggling was useless, he
might as well enjoy the free lift. He was tired after all.

�I don�t trust you not
to go paddling,� Kain muttered trying to look at the ground and keep his
balance and hold his child and decide where to step next. This was so much
easier alone, alone he could have slid into mist form and drifted over the
swamp, so much simpler.

�Paddling?� Raziel
sighed �what�s wrong with paddling?�

�It will burn you,�
Kain explained making a rather reckless leap to what he assumed was a solid
patch of dry land and not just a well disguised puddle. �Water burns vampires
like acid.� Unable to see where would be safe to leap to next he placed his
child down and tried to think.

�This,� Kain announced
suddenly, looking out at the swamp �was a stupid idea,�

Raziel, curious as to
why water would burn him leaned over the edge of the outcropping they were on
and glared at the murky, scummy water. It didn�t look hot or acidic; like all
young children Raziel has developed the tendency not to listen to good advice,
he reaches out.

�Are you deaf or
stupid?� Kain asks calmly, his hand gripping his child�s wrist

�I . . . I just . . .�
Raziel trailed off, Kain glared

�You want to see what
happens?� Kain sounded angry now �can�t just take my word for it?� with that an
ashen skinned hand dipped into the foul smelling water. The smell of burning
rose up from the water instantly, Raziel watched in horror as the marble like
skin on his fathers hand bubbled sickeningly. Panicking he dragged his father
back, toppling them both.

�Father!� he snapped,
sitting up as Kain looked at his badly burnt hand in fascination and mild
horror �why did you do that?�

�I had to show you,�
Kain sat up �or else you would have done something foolish,�

�Like
sticking my hand in the water!�
Raziel demanded and was rewarded by a cuff on the back of his head

�You were going to a
moment ago,� Kain reminded him. Raziel sighed, knowing he should listen but
sometimes . . . sometimes curiosity got the better of him. He looked to his
father�s hand; it was still burning a little as the last of the water became
steam. Blood covered the melting skin.

�Does it hurt?� he
asked stupidly, Kain looked at him and raised an eyebrow, before nodding and
standing. �I�m sorry,� he whispered, his father�s other hand ruffled his hair
as Kain looked out across the swamp. He winced suddenly

�This� Kain held up his
now healing hand �was also very stupid,�

Exiting the swamp was a lot easier than getting in; half way on
the way in his father had slapped his head apparently remembering a safer and
faster way that the other vampires used to use often. They used that way now
and found themselves out of the swamp twice as fast as it took them to get
inside.

It took Raziel a moment to figure out just why Vorador had made
his home in such a place, but it was common sense really, a swamp was the last
place anyone expected vampires to be so that�s where they were. He followed his
father as Kain lead him towards one of the villages. It didn�t take long for
them to find someone.

The mortal was to far away; for a moment Kain considered
teleporting but his teleport spell was still pathetically weak and might as
well not be used. He could jump further than he could teleport, but he had to
admit the ability did have its uses, after all one cannot be expected to jump
through walls. But for now teleporting would be a waste of energy, he paused thinking. How should he go about this, it wasn�t a
matter of could he, not really, killing the mortal was a simple task but there
was so many different ways, lightning, incapacitate, slowing time . . . all
this choice would surely be the death of him soon. Kain shook his head at his
own thoughts, earning a confused glare from his child.

Raziel made a strained sound, hunger barley under control. Kain
couldn�t help but smirk at his child�s desperation, yet he was slightly
impressed at his child�s obedience; despite his hunger Raziel was not
disobeying and leaping forwards. Kain decided his child had suffered enough and
turned to face the mortal; it was then the mortal moved. From such a distance
it could not have spotted them but something told the mortal that they were
there. The half dead sixth sense some mortals still possessed could have been
the reason for this but it might also have been blind luck. Kain didn�t care. The
mortal was but a few feet from the village, despite his speed Kain knew the
mortal would reach the village before he reached the mortal. Unless . . .
reaching down inside of himself he tapped into the raw magical energy and
unleashed a form that was fast enough.

Raziel didn�t see his father move; he didn�t see anything except
the mortal and he knew he was running towards it. It was a reflex reaction, the
mortal ran and he gave chase. He closed the distance with incredible speed but
he knew the mortal would make it back to the village before he caught it; a
part of his mind that was still thinking and not acting on reflex wondered if
this was why his father had been procrastinating. But just before the mortal
reached the village Raziel was cheated of his prey by a different cause.

Great clawed paws dug deep into the mortal�s chest, the fledgling
vampire heard ribs snap under the creature�s weight. It was huge, the size of a
small horse but it was not a horse . . . no . . . it was a wolf. A great white shaggy creature with large dark
eyes and long ears that reached straight up; it had a bizarrely intelligent
look to it that Raziel thought other smaller wolves lacked. He turned behind
him to his father to ask if this creature was dangerous but found his father
was gone. Panic snapped to life inside of him, where! Where did Kain go!?!

Turning back to the creature on the mortal the fledgling stopped .
. . Kain lent over the body looking up
at him. Raziel heard himself make a small sound at the back of his throat, a
strangled whine of confusion. Kain laughed.

�It�s a lupine form,� Kain laughed quietly �it was common place
when I was young, it is stronger, faster and has a lot more endurance than
this,� he gestured to his now humane form �now, I thought you were hungry,�

After a few moment�s Raziel lifted his head from the corpse and
looked at Kain, it took Kain a moment to realise he was being watched but when
he did he glanced up at his child.

�You were all fluffy,� Raziel smiled widely, blood leaking down
his chin, his father just blinked at him, confused.

�Yes, well . . . quite,� Kain muttered still confused. Sometimes
his child was just . . . odd. The things he would sometimes say, the things he
would do. Often on a dull night in Meridian Kain had just sat somewhere and
watched his child, amusing himself by entertaining the
possibilities of what could happen, both later that night and within the next
century. So much potential, he knew already that he had made the right decision
when he raised Raziel first; he knew this one would be strong and proud, loyal
and obedient. He was in a word perfect. Kain�s thoughts were stopped dead when
a warm wet tongue lapped at the blood around his mouth.

Affectionate little thing to.

�Come,� he pushed his child back enough so he could talk �I want
to show you something important,�

* * *

The pillars were bigger than he could have ever realised.

Even broken and black he could understand how they had been
worshiped. Even now with them shattered he could feel the power inside of them.
He reached out a clawed hand and laid it against one of the fragments, it was
cold and rough under his palm; he almost jumped when his father reached over
and did the same. He jerked back in surprise, the moment his father had touched
the marble, it had seemed to warm, the roughness became smooth and for a split
second the black tried to become white.

Kain smiled at his child�s startled look. He�d grown used to the
reaction the pillars had to him now but he remembered a time when it had
frightened him. To everyone else the pillars were dead stone, but to him they
became warm, they tried to heal themselves, using his power. If he stayed
connected to them to long they would drain him of his power but the fact alone
that his touch made them try to heal was another reason he believed he was not
meant to be the sacrifice. He had the ability to heal this land, he knew he
did, he just . . . just needed time to figure out how. For now however he would
claim the land as his own, claim it for vampires. The Serefan would be put
down, even if it meant war again.

�Soon,� Kain smiled �we will all stand here and look out at OUR
world,� he looked to his child and stopped. Raziel no longer looked in awe at
the broken edifices but looked sullen, eyes fixed on the writing on the floor,
hands clenched at his sides. �Raziel?�

�When you make more,� Raziel breathed quietly �you . . . you won�t
want . . . me.� Kain sighed, it was this again. He wasn�t sure why Raziel
seemed so determined that when he raised the others that he would no longer
care for his first born. But then again it was understandable.

�You,� Kain sighed reached out to brush hair from his child�s face
�talk an infinite deal of nothing.� his Fledgling looked at him confused �I
will not leave you child.� Kain elaborated not knowing how else to put it.

Kain stopped and sighed, remembering when those words had been
said to him. It was something he would rather not remember but like all bad
memories it was one of his most prominent. Sebastian had been badly hurt; the
Serefan hunting party had almost killed him. He�d been hunting a village alone,
which was foolish; he was beyond lucky his lover had been nearby settling his
own bloodlust. Over three nights of rest later the fledgling was still confined
to his bed by his sire. Vorador had refused to let Sebastian up until every
trace of his wounds had faded; Sebastian had been going wild with boredom so
Kain had gone to . . . entertain him.

A porcelain hand caressed down the
length of Sebastian�s slim body; the fledgling vampire sucked in an unneeded
breath at the attention to his once again hardening flesh. Twice already and he
was still hungry, he looked up to Kain and instead of a mirrored lust he saw
anger. Golden eyes met his and turned red with rage.

"I will make them pay,� Kain hissed, his voice held a barley controlled
rage �Pay for your pain, you are the only person I've ever given a damn about
and I WILL make them scream for you."

Sebastian felt his eyes close, only half hearing the words as the caresses
intensified into near jerking. He thrust his hips hard and fast relishing the
pleasure. Reaching up he found Kain�s hair and pulled hard dragging the pale
one down for a fervent kiss. He growled when Kain�s fangs cut deeply into his
tongue digging his claws into Kain�s hair, and coming forcefully beneath the
sheets.

Feeling his pale lover lie next to him, the anger still there Sebastian turned
slightly and whispered next to his ear. "When this is all over with, I
want you to stay with me; I will not leave you. Nothing will ever change
that."

Sebastian
had lied.

But
just because Sebastian had lied didn�t mean he had to lie to his child. He
would not lie, he had been lied to far too many times
before and he would not do that to anyone. When he said he wouldn�t leave it
meant he would not leave, it did not mean he wouldn�t leave yet which is what
he assumed Sebastian had meant.

Yet
still, it surprised him just how territorial Raziel seemed to be getting about
him, despite the fact that none of the others had yet been raised; Raziel was
acting as though they had and were trying to force them apart. Kain had heard
when he was human that vampires were by nature very territorial fighting to the
death with each other to keep land, lovers and prey but he didn�t remember being
at all territorial when he was young. He�d not minded when Sebastian had slept
with others, it had never even occurred to him to mind, he�d been to busy doing
the same thing. But then again Raziel had already proven just how different the
two of them were to each other.

He
wasn�t sure how he felt about this developing situation, he couldn�t deny it
was rather touching and it was at times highly amusing; when Raziel had leapt
across the table at a young woman because she�d been staring at HIS father. It
hadn�t amused him at the time; in fact he�d been furious but now it made him
smile. But then this problem also agitated him, it was almost like his
fledgling had stuck a label on him �Mine,
My sire, My lover, Mine� he laughed as a strange
thought occurred to him. If Raziel ever found a wolf-ish form then no doubt he
would pee a circle around him. Kain shook his head, his thoughts were becoming
ridiculous.

But
the situation worried him as well. Soon there would be others, he would raise
them and they would be weak, they would cling to him the way Raziel had, would
Raziel be jealous? Would he hurt them?

�Father�
Raziel leaned forwards burning his face against his father�s throat, Kain
realised his mind had been wandering.

�I
promise you� he breathed bringing his arms around his child �I will always want
you�

End Chapter One

Authoress Note: Please
forgive me that this chapter took so long to come out.

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