The thought...the memory...Kain mused over the times he had died in his quests.When he died, He was revived using the heart of Darkness. The heart Of Janos Audron.The first and the most ancient Vampire known. The heart of Darkness, or at least the ones that revived kain were not the real relic. Merely a copy of the real thing...No one knew where the true heart of Darkness was now that the Sarafan had lost it. It was still out there, yet no soul, living or undead knew where to look.
Kain sighed, wiping his eyes. He hated it when he cried. He felt weak. he felt vulnerable. He felt like a fledgeling all over again. He closed his eyes tightly as he felt his tears come again.
"Dont be afraid to cry Kain, We may be all powerful but were not without expression. To cry is to release the pain that threatens to overwhelm you."
Vorador had told him that when he was young. And he never follwed that advice until now...He missed his father...and he missed sebastian even more. He hit the side of the windowsill in frustration and stood up.
"I have to occupy my mind...and my heart." kain whispered to himself as he made his way down to the Library. He passed the room that once belonged to Sebastian...and stopped. HIs body was frozen in place, His heart sank to the level where it felt to be in the pit of his stomach. He shuddered. The effect that door had on him was always the same. But never...never had kain Dared to enter. Now, with trembling hands and a heart aching at the thought, he reached out to the door...
So Vampires do have hearts...funny, I always thought mine was black, and lifeless...I guess I still don't know everything...
He gave the door a push and swallowed hard. ther was a lump forming in his throat...
Everything was as it had been left before his betrayal. It looked as if Sebastian still lived there. The stained glass high above the curtains bathed the room in a myriad of colours. The heavy curtains, of the darkest blue, hung closed. The golden torches...though now out still showed signs of usage. The large ornate wardrobe, had a shirt hanging neatly from a hook on the side. His bed was unmade. the dark sheets and soft coveres still showed the evidence of where he had lain. On the dresser and open bottle of scented oil sat. The room had a soft familiar perfume to it and Kain without thinking, reached out and touched the soft sheets. They still held his scent. a blend of a forest at dusk, and spices from far away lands. The whole room smelled that way. Kain could almost feel his prescence with him as he closed his eyes against the tears that threatened to fall down his face. He knelt by the bed and folded his arms on the sheets putting his head down.
Sebastian, wouldnt you mock me to see this....
And it was there he sat, for days on end, not moving to feed or to rest. He continued to just sit there, His mind drowning in a sea of chaotic memories. He wanted to cry, but he could not. he had no more tears left. He wanted to scream, but his voice was hoarse, he wanted to die, but that had happened long ago...
But Vorador had been right. It did feel a little better now. Kain raised his head and for the first time noticed what lay on the large chair at the side of the room.
A cloak, dark blue and made of velvet,folded neatly. Kain rose, and walked over, reaching out. It was...Sebastian's cloak. Kain picked it up and stared at it, the memory returning again. It became harder and harder to deal with everytime it returned...
How sebastian lay there, his cloak crumpled under him, eyes full of pain. those eyes...those eyes of immeasurable depth stared up at him. They blamed him, accused him...and condemned him.And in his last breath, Kain recieved his gift...and lost the one person that still made him feel alive...
He recovered from his memory to find he had clutched the cloak tightly to him. He could not release the cloak. His hands still trembled as he held the shroud, His plae eyes fixated on it. Before he even realized what he was doing, he had searched the room, finding a piece of parchment and an inkwell on the desk. It was not like Sebastian was going to return but it mattered not to Kain. He hadn't the sightest idea why but he wrote in his slanted hand,
Sebastian...you had no idea...but Im sure you would have scorned me had you known...I am taking this...Your cloak... as a reminder of you...a fond memory in a dark world. You made me real... We fought, but you made me think, made me feel. You made me strong...If it werent for you, I would have perished....
"Sebastian, You made me what I am." kain said aloud, what he had wrote as he put down the quill and wrapped the cloak around himself. rubbing the soft material in his hand. It envolped him in a soft warmth, and the essence of its owner washed over Kain in a wave. Kain closed his eyes and breathed deeply. Serenity...peace... he was...comforted.
Mortainius made me a vampire Sebastian... Vorador made me a fighter...
But you made me Kain...
Kain sighed, wiping his eyes. He hated it when he cried. He felt weak. he felt vulnerable. He felt like a fledgeling all over again. He closed his eyes tightly as he felt his tears come again.
"Dont be afraid to cry Kain, We may be all powerful but were not without expression. To cry is to release the pain that threatens to overwhelm you."
Vorador had told him that when he was young. And he never follwed that advice until now...He missed his father...and he missed sebastian even more. He hit the side of the windowsill in frustration and stood up.
"I have to occupy my mind...and my heart." kain whispered to himself as he made his way down to the Library. He passed the room that once belonged to Sebastian...and stopped. HIs body was frozen in place, His heart sank to the level where it felt to be in the pit of his stomach. He shuddered. The effect that door had on him was always the same. But never...never had kain Dared to enter. Now, with trembling hands and a heart aching at the thought, he reached out to the door...
So Vampires do have hearts...funny, I always thought mine was black, and lifeless...I guess I still don't know everything...
He gave the door a push and swallowed hard. ther was a lump forming in his throat...
Everything was as it had been left before his betrayal. It looked as if Sebastian still lived there. The stained glass high above the curtains bathed the room in a myriad of colours. The heavy curtains, of the darkest blue, hung closed. The golden torches...though now out still showed signs of usage. The large ornate wardrobe, had a shirt hanging neatly from a hook on the side. His bed was unmade. the dark sheets and soft coveres still showed the evidence of where he had lain. On the dresser and open bottle of scented oil sat. The room had a soft familiar perfume to it and Kain without thinking, reached out and touched the soft sheets. They still held his scent. a blend of a forest at dusk, and spices from far away lands. The whole room smelled that way. Kain could almost feel his prescence with him as he closed his eyes against the tears that threatened to fall down his face. He knelt by the bed and folded his arms on the sheets putting his head down.
Sebastian, wouldnt you mock me to see this....
And it was there he sat, for days on end, not moving to feed or to rest. He continued to just sit there, His mind drowning in a sea of chaotic memories. He wanted to cry, but he could not. he had no more tears left. He wanted to scream, but his voice was hoarse, he wanted to die, but that had happened long ago...
But Vorador had been right. It did feel a little better now. Kain raised his head and for the first time noticed what lay on the large chair at the side of the room.
A cloak, dark blue and made of velvet,folded neatly. Kain rose, and walked over, reaching out. It was...Sebastian's cloak. Kain picked it up and stared at it, the memory returning again. It became harder and harder to deal with everytime it returned...
How sebastian lay there, his cloak crumpled under him, eyes full of pain. those eyes...those eyes of immeasurable depth stared up at him. They blamed him, accused him...and condemned him.And in his last breath, Kain recieved his gift...and lost the one person that still made him feel alive...
He recovered from his memory to find he had clutched the cloak tightly to him. He could not release the cloak. His hands still trembled as he held the shroud, His plae eyes fixated on it. Before he even realized what he was doing, he had searched the room, finding a piece of parchment and an inkwell on the desk. It was not like Sebastian was going to return but it mattered not to Kain. He hadn't the sightest idea why but he wrote in his slanted hand,
Sebastian...you had no idea...but Im sure you would have scorned me had you known...I am taking this...Your cloak... as a reminder of you...a fond memory in a dark world. You made me real... We fought, but you made me think, made me feel. You made me strong...If it werent for you, I would have perished....
"Sebastian, You made me what I am." kain said aloud, what he had wrote as he put down the quill and wrapped the cloak around himself. rubbing the soft material in his hand. It envolped him in a soft warmth, and the essence of its owner washed over Kain in a wave. Kain closed his eyes and breathed deeply. Serenity...peace... he was...comforted.
Mortainius made me a vampire Sebastian... Vorador made me a fighter...
But you made me Kain...
