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Disclaimer: Legacy of Kain belongs to Edios and Crystal Dynamics not me. I am making Ł0.00 out of this fic, it is written purely because I have a burning need to create. Although I would like to own Vorador . . . then he’d be mine.

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Disclaimer: Legacy of Kain belongs to Edios and Crystal Dynamics 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 Vorador . . . then he’d be mine.
Warning: this fic contains YAOI (GuyXGuy), blood play and a lemon, if this offends or upsets you do not read this, it’s that simple.
Rating: M
Pairing: Kain/Raziel
Setting: post Blood omen 2 pre Soul Reaver one. In the time of the clans.
Authoress note: In which Raziel confronts the vampiric change for the first time.

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Prologue
{Raziel}

Kain had been sleeping now for a long time. Much longer than was right, although if I was to be completely honest I would have to admit that I had no idea what ‘right’ really was in this situation. This was the first time I had seen someone enter torpor, and I was ignorant of its mechanisms, having only just discovered it’s existence two months ago when Kain slipped into it. It had been warm when Kain first fell into the sleep but now it was starting to freeze at night. A little over two months had come and gone and Kain had not woken. I was beginning to panic. But he had given me his word that he would waken and Kain did not give his word often or lightly. So I would have to trust him. I had no other option but even so I couldn’t stop the panic building in me.

So far his promise had gone unfulfilled and I waited alone with my doubts. My fears were growing the longer he remained unresponsive to me. But I reassured myself as much as I was able with the fact that he was clearly not dead, at least no more dead than he normally was. He breathed on occasion and three days ago I had woken to find that he had rolled over. It was not death, more like a sickness. It helped me if I thought of his current state as an illness rather than torpor. Kain was sick, but he would get better. It was an easy comparison to make, the torpor had all the signs of mortal sickness, at least I thought so. Before his sleep he had exhausted easily, lagging behind me when we hunted and taking every subtle opportunity to slow, stop and rest. He had started declining excursions after a few days and had taken to reducing his activities. He had stopped eating a day or so later and had started sleeping longer and longer only waking periodically. In the end I was unable to wake him at all.

Fortunately he had not left me completely blind. The last time I had been able to wake him (taking a candle holder to his head in my panic) he had told me something of torpor. It was how we grew stronger apparently. Mortals changed as a species over the generations but we, as undying, did not do so, we changed in ourselves, physically as individuals. Each of us adapting to our enviroment in our own way. We would enter the sleep and emerge stronger and on occasion with a gift.

I look out at Nosgoth from his balcony. The land is glittering, frost is settling on the merger plant life. It will be dawn soon so I turn and walk back inside. Closing the window and the drapes reminds me again of how much the weather has changed since Kain last spoke to me. We had slept that day away with the drapes closed as always but the windows had been open to let some of the cool air in. Now I locked them tightly against the damp chill and turned my back to them. Making a point not to look at the bed I went to the lounge set and dropped onto it. The pitchers i had called for sat on the table, unmoved since their delivery this morning. The pitchers were my tokens of optimism; Kain had been stirring recently so I had taken to having blood brought up. Hopeful that he would wake soon. But each night passed and he did not wake. I was going to lose my mind if he did not wake soon. Thoughts about what I would do should he never wake had been plaguing me more and more. How could I control all the clans? Kain could do so easily, he was God. I was merely his first born, a clan lord not a God. But thoughts of clans and control were not my most pressing worries, what concerned me more was what would I do for myself. How would I cope if he abandoned me? I shake myself and stand. This is foolish; I am no fledgling to cower at the thought of losing my parent. I am a clan lord of Nosgoth. I need no one to take care of me, I take care of myself and my clan. I glance at the still form on the bed and feel my stomach drop. I might not ‘need’ my father in the sense of a child needing protection but I still needed him. Fortunatly for me the rustle of bed sheets provides a distraction.

Kain moved, I’m sure of it. I stare at him and notice for the first time since returning from the balcony that he is breathing regularly. He has breathed since falling into torpor but only ever a single breath. Now he breathes as if he were mortal, as he normally would. I don’t remember moving but I am on my knees at the side of the bed, my chin resting on the mattress, almost nose to nose, watching him. He does not move again. His breathing slows and eventually stops. I growl my disappointment and bury my head in my arms. His breathing and occassional stiring is a good sign, i remind myself while snarling at the sheets. He is stirring more and more and he will wake soon. But every time that he stirs but does not waken I feel like a child abandoned again. I sit for a few moments trying to push the disappointment down. I am not a child, I am a clan lord of Nosgoth and I should not be acting in such a manner. It is pathetic. Claws in my hair stop me breathing.

“Stop growling at the sheets.” His voice is deeper than usual, slower his words slurring.

“Kain.” I cannot hide the relief in my voice, it make him smile. His eyes are not focusing properly, his pupils much too large. “You’re awake.”
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