Chapter 3

Move in Day

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Hylden Lord: You know you don't actually have to put those squinty eye things in.

Old Destiny: True, but I kinda wanted to.

Hylden Lord: Well that's so out of character for you…

Old Destiny: But it's normal considering that I want to show some sort of gratitude.

Hylden Lord: I'm not going to even say anything to that because it sounds like complete bull.

Old Destiny: Sigh…. Enjoy the next chapter everyone.

Hylden Lord: Or don't.

Old Destiny: You sound like Kain.

Hylden Lord: You are officially dead to me.

Move in Day

As early as the first rooster crow many of the Legacy of Kain characters had met up in front of "Kramer house." From far distance it didn't look like much, but walking closer they could all see that though it was simple it was also elegant. There were trimmed bushes outside, as well as a fairly large fountain that hadn't yet turned on given the early of the morning.

The house was made of grey stone, but was very smooth and had an ancient look about it that made Kramer house all the more pleasant to look at. There were some cherubs on the roof tops, and stone lions sat at the front porch entrance. Kramer house was made into three wings; all pointing towards different directions. North, west, and east. There were three floors, and according to Jack Kramer there were at least sixty rooms within the house; not counting the bathrooms and sitting areas.

According to the Kramer's their home was practically a family heirloom on one hundred and seventeen acres of land. Passed down from one Kramer to the other for nearly two hundred years. Usually one would hear that the first born would receive the blessing of the home. But the way Kramer's carried out the task was more thorough. Usually the most patient, and kindest of the family would receive the house as for moments like these. Not only would that blessed Kramer be responsible for maintaining the house, but also be willing to care and serve others before themselves.

A few of the characters stood outside in awe at their new home. "I can't believe they're letting us stay here." Ariel breathed softly looking at the quiet home with fascination.

"It's like a second chance at life…"

"Marcus, are you crying?" Anacrothe turned to look at the psychic vampire.

He dabbed at his eyes with his jacket before turning to the states guardian. "No, no it's just a small cold that I've been getting as of late. Don't mind me." Marcus turned away quickly before meeting eyes with Anacrothe again.

"Oh Lord, let's get this over with." Kain sighed before ringing a doorbell that rang throughout the house. Within a couple of minutes, the front porch lights flickered on, and hearing the front door click it opened revealing a tall man wearing a blue robe and house slippers.

His hair was a peppery black and looked a bit ruffled; due to having been awakened. Dark circles bordered the man's brown eyes as if he hadn't slept in days. His skin was fair and had a light tan to it. Regardless of his current state he appeared to be in his prime. This was Mr. Kramer. A natural when it came to business, husband of Louise Kramer, and a respectful host.

"Good morning Mr. Kramer, I am Kain and as you already know behind me are my associates." Kain looked back at everyone who had come that morning. There were quite a few characters present; though a few of them looked half dead considering how early it was.

"Good morning, Kain I wasn't expecting all of you for at least another hour." Mr. Kramer looked at all the characters present on his front yard. "But, there's no harm in arriving early; please come make yourselves at home." Smiling the host opened both doors of the entrance and allowed everyone to come in.

The Legacy of Kain characters made their way into the house looking at their surroundings. The inside was as luxurious as the outside. The floors were hard wood, and antique furniture filled the living areas. Beautiful wood craftsmanship made up the walls, and a large lit fireplace practically made the whole downstairs glow.

"She's a real beauty, this house of yours, Kramer." Vorador looked back at the host with satisfaction drawn on his face. "Now I've seen mortal homes, but this one is neck at neck with my mansion."

"I'm pleased to hear you say so, please Vorador have a seat."

Mr. Kramer motioned towards a large armchair while turning on some more lights in the living room. By this time all the characters that had come that morning were still surveying their surroundings while either carrying or dragging their belongings with them. The ones that had the most luggage was, Azimuth, and Dejoule; technically speaking the girly ladies.

"Are you fucking serious, Az?" An out of breath Mortanius glared at the Dimension guardian while carrying her numerous bags and suitcases. Behind him Anacrothe, Bane, and Zephon had been given the same duty but with Dejoule's luggage.

"I mean you don't wear all that much clothes! What could you possibly have in here?!"

Azimuth turned to face the necromancer while holding a small white dog wearing a crown.

"Oh Morty, that's why you could never get a lover. Every woman needs what is important to her. It's not just clothes, but the artifacts that make her what she is."

"Look spare my soul the feminist speech, and let me put these damn things down already!"

Mortanius' legs began to shake due to all the weight in his arms. Why couldn't women pack like men? He had done himself a huge favor and just packed what belongings he did own and want in one suitcase. Many of the other men had done the same thing. Either wearing a bag pack or carrying a suitcase or two.

Fortunately, or unfortunately Nupraptor was carrying Ariel's few sensible bags, while Umah was carrying some of her own. The Seer only had one light green shoulder bag full of her personal belongings. However, the same could not be said about Dejoule. As earlier we had said that Anacrothe, Bane, and Zephon had been charged with carrying her dozens of bags into the Kramer home.

"This is ridiculous…" A pissed Bane fumed looking around at everyone else who was either sitting down and enjoying themselves or talking to friends.

"Tell me about it," Zephon frowned with a tarantula wearing what appeared to be socks on its legs, on his head. "Some of this stuff doesn't even look legal."

"Don't tell me you looked through her bags, Zeph."

Anacrothe stared at Zephon with a look of concern. "She doesn't like it when people go through her stuff."

"I'm just trying to make out some of the forms that are sticking up…." Zephon looked up at the large spider on his head. "We don't wanna see her granny panties. Right Susan?"

The two guardians snickered. "Dejoule can be a little moody; it would do her justice to wear granny panties."

As everyone mingled among themselves Mr. and Mrs. Kramer made their way down the stairs to give everyone a proper welcome.

Mr. Kramer was now dressed in a white buttoned down long sleeve shirt, and black slacks with black leather shoes. His hair was now combed, and he looked more awake and energetic.

Mrs. Kramer was average height and wore a light blue dress with long ruffled sleeves. She had curly brown hair that was long and framed her face perfectly. Her eyes were a deep blue, as for her lips they were thin and ashen. As Kain had mentioned before to Raziel, Mrs. Kramer was a sickly woman. Her health was always on edge; therefore, she usually appeared malnourished and pale.

Together however, the Kramer's looked to be a fine couple that held strong values. They both stopped a few steps before coming to the end of the stairs.

"Good morning everyone…"

"GOOD MORNING!" Everyone turned to look at Dumah who was waving and smiling. Noticing that everyone was looking at him he stopped.

"What? I was just trying to be nice."

Mr. Kramer looked at a flushed Kain who shook his head and motioned him to keep going.

"Good morning, Dumah… As you might have already known I am Jack Kramer. You may refer to me as Jack or just Mr. Kramer."

He motioned to his wife beside him.

"This is Mrs. Kramer. You may call her Louise or Mrs. Kramer as well. As of right now we welcome you to Kramer house. We are well informed about your situation, and we only hope that we didn't over whelm you with our rules here."

A few grunts were heard here and there before Mrs. Kramer spoke up.

"But please understand we don't mean to degrade you in any way. We are only aware that you all are not merely average people. You are all of different species, and we only want to make sure your stay here is a pleasant one."

A few heads nodded, and any frustration that had lingered before had disappeared.

"We're all going to live together now, and as time passes I truly hope that we can all get to know each other as friends and family. So Mr. Kramer and I apologize if there were any misplaced feelings or anger about the guidelines."

Mrs. Kramer clasped her hands and looked at the Legacy of Kain characters. Everyone appeared calm; even Malek who was usually out to get someone was calm.

"I hope there are no hard feelings everyone." Mr. Kramer said apologetically while rubbing the back of his neck.

"You are forgiven!" Faustus smirked while stroking his black cat, Dominance in his arms.

Everyone either smiled or nodded in understanding. No hard feelings were placed, and any that was there had been pushed to the side.

The Kramer's breathed a sigh of relief before coming all the way down stairs.

"Now since that's out of the way how about Mrs. Kramer and I get you checked into your rooms?" The host pulled out a large brown book and pen from an oak desk.

Opening it the book revealed pages filled with lines of names, floors, and room numbers.

"Alright who's first?" Mrs. Kramer made coffee and breakfast for everyone as Mr. Kramer handed everyone a paper with their name and room number on it.

"Turel?"

"Sebastian?"

"Elzevir?"

"Bane?"

"Magnus…?"

Mr. Kramer stopped as he saw a mutilated vampire wearing torn shorts walk up for his room number; holding a large chameleon.

"Uh… you didn't happen to have a pet policy did you?" Magnus smiled nervously while holding the blinking reptile that moved its eyes in several directions.

"No of course not; just…" Mr. Kramer looked towards the kitchen where his wife was in the kitchen with some of the other women; already making conversation and laughing.

In a hushed tone Mr. Kramer continued. "Just make sure you keep…uh?"

"Oh, his name is Bob." Magnus looked down at his best pal before petting him gently.

"Yes, please keep, Bob in your room. I'd hate for Louise to see him and freak out."

"Sure, Jack I understand." The vampire took his room number from the host before making his way to up the stairs.

"Thanks, Magnus." Mr. Kramer continued to hand out room numbers until eventually everyone had gone upstairs to settle in.

Well everyone that is, except for Mortanius who had been left downstairs with Azimuth's stuff.

"Mortanius? I thought you went upstairs with everyone else?" Mr. Kramer looked in confusion at the guardian of death, who looked as pissed as the grim reaper cheated on by death itself.

"I wanted to, but Azimuth left me with all her shit, because she was going to put Fifi down for a nap!" Mortanius scoffed at the thought of putting a dog to bed.

"What a waste of time it is! I don't think that dog has ever walked more than a foot on its own without Azimuth!"

Mr. Kramer looked at the sorcerer with pity. 'Poor bastard, he's a talented necromancer and yet he's being used as a suitcase rack.'

"No offense, but you are a necromancer can't you summon skeletons to hold that stuff for you?"

Mortanius' angry expression turned sorrowful.

"I did the poor things couldn't take it anymore; they're arms fell off."

"Oh… that's a shame." Kramer shook his head with remorse just as the Dimension guardian made her way down the stairs.

"Sorry, Mortanius it took forever to get Fifi to sleep."

The death guardians eye twitched as he dropped all the bags in front of his feet.

"Hey what was that for?!" Azimuth put her hands on her hips as she glared at the Necromancer. "There was fragile stuff in there!"

"Does it look like I care?!" Mortanius shouted while kicking his own suitcase in the process. "I've been waiting for two hours, and you never showed up! My skeletons lost their arms because of your stupid dog!"

The death guardian summoned a dismembered skeleton arm only to shove it in Azimuth's face; who flinched in the process with every motion the skeletal arm made.

"I had to tell my skeletons I'm sorry! I had to tell them that daddy didn't mean for them to hurt and ache and cry!"

Azimuth raised an eyebrow.

"They're already dead, Mortanius…"

"NO YOU ARE!" The necromancer pointed a dismembered skeletal finger in Azimuth's face before grabbing his suitcase and stomping upstairs to his room.

Azimuth watched Mortanius disappear into the upstairs hallway before hearing a door slam shut. Looking down thoughtfully she looked at all of her bags that had been dropped on the floor. She rubbed her bald head before looking at Mr. Kramer.

"Do you think he was upset that I brought too much?"

Mr. Kramer turned red before answering. "I don't think that was the problem, Azimuth. But I wouldn't mind helping you take these upstairs."

As Mr. Kramer picked up a few of the bags, and noticed that Azimuth didn't even pick up one, a few thoughts came in his head. The main one however was more than a mere thought. It came up as more of a fact.

'Louise and I are going to have one interesting remainder of our lives.'

(What'd you think? And that's just the first few hours in the Kramer house. I hope you guys enjoyed chapter 3, and thank you for all your patience…

Malek: Why are you thanking everyone for their patience?

Old Destiny: Because as I have told the Hylden Lord it's only the polite and grateful thing to do.

Malek: Yeah sure, if anyone was reading this story!

Old Destiny: Malek, don't be so negative…

Malek: Well excuse me for being honest! I only say it as it is sister! I didn't get this bad ass being nice!

Old Destiny: That doesn't explain your hotheadedness.

Malek: That's not even a word!

Old Destiny: Sigh Please read and don't forget to review everyone. So Malek can shut up before he puts this whole story in jeopardy.

Malek: Yeah screw you too lady.