Authors note: This is a revamp of my first real Story so I hope everyone will enjoy. Can be found on adultfanfiction and archiveofour own as well. Reviews are appreciated. Always good to know if I'm keeping Kain and the others as in character as possible with a fanfic.

I do not own Legacy of Kain or any of the characters mentioned in this Fan Fiction save for Katrina, Auron and Nikolai. There are a few lemons in this story but I will try to mark them out in ways that can allow them to be skipped. Thank you again everyone!

A/N Two: I have an official editor for this story now! Ellara Levellan is now helping me out as I review everything and fix any errors. Thank you Ellara!)

Hope you all enjoy!

Edits as of 05/2017

Chapter One: Into Darkness

My name is Katrina and I have one hell of a story to share with you if you are willing to read this.

It started on what was a typical Saturday evening for me.

I had been wearing my usual black on black attire, not goth really, but still a loose black t-shirt and black pants that did give off a kind of darkish look. My dark black hair, short though it was, was pulled back into something that resembled a ponytail. My green eyes were hidden behind a pair of soft shades meant to help reduce some of the brightness of the neon lights. My eyes had always been sensitive.

I'd finished with my college classes for the day and had gone off to my part-time job at the mall just a few miles away. A nice little shop that sold weapons. Mostly swords, daggers, knives and the like but also things like crossbows, short bows and long bows. A great place for a weapon-nut to go hang out and/or work at. It was one of those slow paced jobs that was filled with idle chatter with co-workers or regular or checking and cleaning stock. On occasion I'd get a few pointers from the store's owner on how to use a particular weapon during the quieter nights.

I'd always loved the place.

The shift itself went smoothly and I waved goodbye to the owner before starting home. After taking a moment to glance at my watch and, on seeing that it was going on midnight, I decided to take a back route home. I wanted to get home a little faster tonight as Mom's mood hadn't been all that great when I'd left home. I ducked behind a large building and then into the alleyway behind it, making a no-nonsense bee-line for home. Thankfully, Mom and I lived on the very edges of Las Vegas proper and this section of the city could be surprisingly quiet when compared to the constant noise near all the casinos and resorts. The steady roar of the inner city faded to a dull throb and the residential areas were usually more peaceful.

It was one of the few things we agreed on any more. Mom and I... well, there were a lot of things that we fought about these days.

I felt my good mood plummet at that last thought. Ever since she and dad got divorced back when I was five, and with him dying in a car accident barely a week after the divorce had been finalized, she has been difficult to deal with. She hadn't been so bad when I was younger, but ever since I graduated high school, she spent her time drinking herself into a drunken stupor. I was worried that one of these days I'd come home to find her dead from alcohol poisoning... sad days when the kid in the house was more responsible than the adult. Hells, I'd even tried to get her in to see a therapist on occasion, or one of those alcoholics anonymous meetings, but every time I tried... it just seemed to make her drinking habits worse.

I laughed softly to myself in bitter mirth and I made my way into the narrow part of the alleyway, squeezing past a few trashcans. I knocked over one of the cans and managed to catch it before it could clatter to the ground. I started to straighten out the lid and then froze. My melancholy thoughts ground to a halt. I was suddenly, inexplicably, nervous and I glanced around myself warily.

A wave of fear filled me with the sudden, almost palpable sensation, that not only was I being watched, but that I was in a great amount of danger. I'd always had good instincts about these kinds of things and I found myself suddenly wishing I'd taken the long way around instead of ducking into the usually quiet alleyway. I reached casually toward my belt as I straightened up and cursed when my fingers brushed nothing but my belt. I'd forgotten my mace spray.

I started forward again, intent on darting home. I'd barely taken two steps before I was caught from behind in a sudden choke hold. A damp cloth was forced hard against my mouth and over my nose. The cloth reeked of some kind of pungent fluid. I fought as much as I could to get free of my captor's strong grasp, but the chemical on the cloth, some kind of ether, worked too fast on my system, and the scent was far too strong. Not a single breath could be taken that was not filled with that foul odor. My body started to go limp and my eyelids grew heavy. I tried to pull away one more time, one last desperate struggle to get free as I tried to kick loose, before I finally passed out and sank into the darkness of unconsciousness.

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