#@^% it. I took off the blooper reel 'cause it's //against the rules\\! *
big tears are in my eyes. (Can't you see them?)* But I will continue! The
madness will not be contained! E-mail me if you want to receive the next
chapters. I'm looking into getting a web page, but it's not likely to
happen any time soon.
Anyway, pertaining to the below ... Disclaimer: Alas alack, I own Legacy of Kain not. Woe onto the person who sues me for I have not but the lint lining my pockets. (Dramatic enough? Note the heavy sarcasm.) It is also more serious than my other, more well known but now gone fic *sob*
Note: the Vampires' Whisper will look like -this- and heavily emphasized statements will look like /this\ 'cause I still can't figure out how to get it italic.
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Umah walked across the desolate battlefield that was the evidence of the last battle of Kain's army. She had never met Kain, but her Sire, Vorador, had spoken him in tones of admiration, even though he was in all probability dead. Umah had received the dark gift shortly before the terrible battle that had claimed the lives of so many of her kind and had been one of the last to be so gifted, because the Vampires simply didn't have enough energy to create more.
That was why she was searching the bodies that lay strewn carelessly across the field. She was searching for any surviving Vampires, but the search was so far futile. For those who would survive, if any were found, Umah called to the attention of the others in the recovery team. Those who were beyond help were delivered from their suffering, and were more numerous than the nonexistent survivors. Any wounded Sarafan were killed instantly.
Those damned Sarafan, Umah fumed silently, why did they have to hate Vampires so much? Why can't they just leave us alone, she asked the starry night, but the answers did not appear. Sense the fateful battle, only one night ago, the Sarafan pledged to destroy all Vampires. Most of the fledglings under a century had been caught and killed. She was the only one under one hundred who had survived; indeed, she was the youngest, having less than a month as a Vampire.
Umah realized that in her musings she had walked right under the cliff where Kain was seen to be thrown off. She discerned a pale, still form to be lying on the jagged rocks. Umah walked closer. So this was the Vampire general, who had sought to conquer Nosgoth and was slain by the Sarafan Lord. Kain had on scant armor that couldn't have been much help in turning enemy blows.
Umah approached closer still, and discerned the wound that must have been Kain's deathblow. Suddenly, the pale chest gasped in a breath, and then another. He was /breathing\. Umah tried to understand how it was possible at all. She had seen the utter motionless, and had heard the complete silence where there should have been a heartbeat. There had been no signs of life in the body just seconds ago.
No longer slowly moving toward Kain, she was moving with speed that only Vampires could claim. When Umah reached him, she heard the weak and erratic beat of his heart. -Hurry, come quick!- Umah Whispered to the others. She refused to tell them what she had found, but only urged them to come faster.
Umah feared that Kain's grip on life might be too weak to last until the others could reach them from across the field. Blood, he must need blood, she thought. Quickly she grabbed a sword that lay on the ground and with difficulty, slit her wrist. "Please don't die." Umah begged as she pressed the gash to Kain's lips. Slowly, with ever quickening speed, the prone Vampire began to drink.
Lost in concentration, Umah only realized the others had arrived when she heard a startled gasp. The Vampires in the recovery team had made a loose ring around the two.
"That's Kain, isn't it? I thought he was killed," muttered one of them.
"Shush, no one must know of this until Vorador deems it," another replied.
"What's going to happen?" Umah asked as she moved her wrist back to Kain's lips. She had to reslit her wrist because it had already healed. "You aren't just going to let him die are you?" She had resolved to only tell her Sire about what she had thought she had seen. Rigging up a rough stretcher in which to carry Kain, the recovery team returned back to the temporary sanctuary of their Base. Even though they were as gentle as possible, Kain still whimpered occasionally.
-Vorador, open the gate, I beg you! We have a critically wounded Vampire that needs immediate attention if he is to survive the night.- the leader Whispered to their Sire as they ran though the forest toward Base.
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Base was a huge mansion in the forest, almost completely engulfed by vines. The Vampires had acquired it from a rich merchant who had scorned the other merchants with their Sarafan guards and so lacked protection when he had most needed it.
Vorador wondered what could the leader of the team call out so frantically. He had known when he sent the team out that there was no hope to be had for the wounded on the battlefield, because he had went during the day when the fledglings had been confined inside the house in fear of the deadly sunlight. In his long memory, only one fledgling had ever walked openly, if not in complete comfort, in the sunlight.
It grieved Vorador that Kain had been killed. He was still grateful that Kain had revived him, even if Kain wouldn't tell him exactly how he had. Now he would never be able to repay Kain for that great service.
Waiting anxiously at the gate, Vorador saw the small team rush toward the mansion with a stretcher slung between two of them. The entire team was on their feet, so it couldn't have been a Sarafan ambush that had downed one of the team. He felt his hope rising, could he have been wrong? Could it possibly be a survivor of the battle?
As the team got closer, Vorador thought he recognized the prone form on the stretcher. Could it be? How could it be possible? How could Kain be alive? The wound Kain had received would have killed even an Ancient in its prime, that a fledgling could have survived it was impossible. He should know; he had seen both happen.
Vorador usured the team into the mansion's dining room where the injured Vampire was moved onto the table. When the fledglings asked why the table, he had told them that the dining room had the most room and all 4 beds had already been claimed.
"Will he be alright?" one asked. Vorador recognized her as his youngest fledgling, his favorite.
"Let us hope so. It is indeed Kain. Who found him?" Vorador asked. The entire team pointed to his favorite, Umah. "The rest of you are excused, make sure to feed well, my children," he said as he motioned them to leave.
"Umah, tell me what happened." Vorador commanded, as he began to examine Kain's wound. There was a fresh scar where Kain appeared to have been cleaved by the Sarafan Lord's sword.
"He is healing fast," Umah remarked. When Vorador looked at her, she began her recitation of the events. "He was /dead\, Sire, when I found him," Umah stated when she got to the part of finding Kain. "There was no heartbeat, no breath, no life in him when I found him. Then he just started to live."
Having determined that Kain's wound was healing, Vorador paused to muse about this. He now knew that he had been right, there had been no living survivors at the time when he had examined the battlefield. How could this resurrection have been possible? Perhaps it was part of the legacy given to Kain by his maker, in the same way that Kain could draw to the blood from his slain victims into his mouth. Neither Vorador or those he made could perform that little trick nor the others that Kain did with little effort. Thinking about it, Vorador realized Kain had never told him who made him; there was no one Vorador could ask who could take care of the fledgling. In his way, Kain was more of an enigma to Vorador than Vorador had been to Kain.
"Sire, will he live?" Umah begged, bringing Vorador back to himself. Kain made a growling noise and moved slightly.
"If he is to, he would require a huge amount of care," Vorador replied slowly. As he spoke, he was forming an idea that would revive Kain and remove his favorite from any risk. Kain growled once more, then lay still.
"What is wrong with him?" Umah demanded.
"He has gone into a stupor, it will be centuries until he awakens, if he ever will." Vorador answered.
"Could I help, anything at all?" Umah countered, desperate to help.
"I you did, it would be centuries of only looking after him, feeding him, protecting him from discovery..." Vorador began.
"Please, please let me help!" Umah interrupted him.
Vorador nodded his head. "Very well, this is what you must do..."
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Umah sat back in her chair and looked at her charge. Vorador had finally decided that their shelter would be in the outskirts of the city of Meridian. There Umah would have plenty of prey to feed herself and Kain. She was overjoyed that Vorador had deemed her strong enough to look after herself and Kain while she was so young.
Their shelter was a small tower by the slums. Even though it was filled with many fine things, none of the inhabitants of the slums would approach it. Too often they had heard the screams of would-be- thieves, as they were bleed to death.
Kain growled softly in his sleep as something in his dreams disturbed him. Umah smiled as she brushed a stray lock of silver hair off of Kain's forehead. As she did, Kain relaxed. Soon she would go hunting for the both of them, soon.
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What do you think of my first serious piece? Should it be continued or should it remain as is? Review and tell me! Please?
Anyway, pertaining to the below ... Disclaimer: Alas alack, I own Legacy of Kain not. Woe onto the person who sues me for I have not but the lint lining my pockets. (Dramatic enough? Note the heavy sarcasm.) It is also more serious than my other, more well known but now gone fic *sob*
Note: the Vampires' Whisper will look like -this- and heavily emphasized statements will look like /this\ 'cause I still can't figure out how to get it italic.
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Umah walked across the desolate battlefield that was the evidence of the last battle of Kain's army. She had never met Kain, but her Sire, Vorador, had spoken him in tones of admiration, even though he was in all probability dead. Umah had received the dark gift shortly before the terrible battle that had claimed the lives of so many of her kind and had been one of the last to be so gifted, because the Vampires simply didn't have enough energy to create more.
That was why she was searching the bodies that lay strewn carelessly across the field. She was searching for any surviving Vampires, but the search was so far futile. For those who would survive, if any were found, Umah called to the attention of the others in the recovery team. Those who were beyond help were delivered from their suffering, and were more numerous than the nonexistent survivors. Any wounded Sarafan were killed instantly.
Those damned Sarafan, Umah fumed silently, why did they have to hate Vampires so much? Why can't they just leave us alone, she asked the starry night, but the answers did not appear. Sense the fateful battle, only one night ago, the Sarafan pledged to destroy all Vampires. Most of the fledglings under a century had been caught and killed. She was the only one under one hundred who had survived; indeed, she was the youngest, having less than a month as a Vampire.
Umah realized that in her musings she had walked right under the cliff where Kain was seen to be thrown off. She discerned a pale, still form to be lying on the jagged rocks. Umah walked closer. So this was the Vampire general, who had sought to conquer Nosgoth and was slain by the Sarafan Lord. Kain had on scant armor that couldn't have been much help in turning enemy blows.
Umah approached closer still, and discerned the wound that must have been Kain's deathblow. Suddenly, the pale chest gasped in a breath, and then another. He was /breathing\. Umah tried to understand how it was possible at all. She had seen the utter motionless, and had heard the complete silence where there should have been a heartbeat. There had been no signs of life in the body just seconds ago.
No longer slowly moving toward Kain, she was moving with speed that only Vampires could claim. When Umah reached him, she heard the weak and erratic beat of his heart. -Hurry, come quick!- Umah Whispered to the others. She refused to tell them what she had found, but only urged them to come faster.
Umah feared that Kain's grip on life might be too weak to last until the others could reach them from across the field. Blood, he must need blood, she thought. Quickly she grabbed a sword that lay on the ground and with difficulty, slit her wrist. "Please don't die." Umah begged as she pressed the gash to Kain's lips. Slowly, with ever quickening speed, the prone Vampire began to drink.
Lost in concentration, Umah only realized the others had arrived when she heard a startled gasp. The Vampires in the recovery team had made a loose ring around the two.
"That's Kain, isn't it? I thought he was killed," muttered one of them.
"Shush, no one must know of this until Vorador deems it," another replied.
"What's going to happen?" Umah asked as she moved her wrist back to Kain's lips. She had to reslit her wrist because it had already healed. "You aren't just going to let him die are you?" She had resolved to only tell her Sire about what she had thought she had seen. Rigging up a rough stretcher in which to carry Kain, the recovery team returned back to the temporary sanctuary of their Base. Even though they were as gentle as possible, Kain still whimpered occasionally.
-Vorador, open the gate, I beg you! We have a critically wounded Vampire that needs immediate attention if he is to survive the night.- the leader Whispered to their Sire as they ran though the forest toward Base.
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Base was a huge mansion in the forest, almost completely engulfed by vines. The Vampires had acquired it from a rich merchant who had scorned the other merchants with their Sarafan guards and so lacked protection when he had most needed it.
Vorador wondered what could the leader of the team call out so frantically. He had known when he sent the team out that there was no hope to be had for the wounded on the battlefield, because he had went during the day when the fledglings had been confined inside the house in fear of the deadly sunlight. In his long memory, only one fledgling had ever walked openly, if not in complete comfort, in the sunlight.
It grieved Vorador that Kain had been killed. He was still grateful that Kain had revived him, even if Kain wouldn't tell him exactly how he had. Now he would never be able to repay Kain for that great service.
Waiting anxiously at the gate, Vorador saw the small team rush toward the mansion with a stretcher slung between two of them. The entire team was on their feet, so it couldn't have been a Sarafan ambush that had downed one of the team. He felt his hope rising, could he have been wrong? Could it possibly be a survivor of the battle?
As the team got closer, Vorador thought he recognized the prone form on the stretcher. Could it be? How could it be possible? How could Kain be alive? The wound Kain had received would have killed even an Ancient in its prime, that a fledgling could have survived it was impossible. He should know; he had seen both happen.
Vorador usured the team into the mansion's dining room where the injured Vampire was moved onto the table. When the fledglings asked why the table, he had told them that the dining room had the most room and all 4 beds had already been claimed.
"Will he be alright?" one asked. Vorador recognized her as his youngest fledgling, his favorite.
"Let us hope so. It is indeed Kain. Who found him?" Vorador asked. The entire team pointed to his favorite, Umah. "The rest of you are excused, make sure to feed well, my children," he said as he motioned them to leave.
"Umah, tell me what happened." Vorador commanded, as he began to examine Kain's wound. There was a fresh scar where Kain appeared to have been cleaved by the Sarafan Lord's sword.
"He is healing fast," Umah remarked. When Vorador looked at her, she began her recitation of the events. "He was /dead\, Sire, when I found him," Umah stated when she got to the part of finding Kain. "There was no heartbeat, no breath, no life in him when I found him. Then he just started to live."
Having determined that Kain's wound was healing, Vorador paused to muse about this. He now knew that he had been right, there had been no living survivors at the time when he had examined the battlefield. How could this resurrection have been possible? Perhaps it was part of the legacy given to Kain by his maker, in the same way that Kain could draw to the blood from his slain victims into his mouth. Neither Vorador or those he made could perform that little trick nor the others that Kain did with little effort. Thinking about it, Vorador realized Kain had never told him who made him; there was no one Vorador could ask who could take care of the fledgling. In his way, Kain was more of an enigma to Vorador than Vorador had been to Kain.
"Sire, will he live?" Umah begged, bringing Vorador back to himself. Kain made a growling noise and moved slightly.
"If he is to, he would require a huge amount of care," Vorador replied slowly. As he spoke, he was forming an idea that would revive Kain and remove his favorite from any risk. Kain growled once more, then lay still.
"What is wrong with him?" Umah demanded.
"He has gone into a stupor, it will be centuries until he awakens, if he ever will." Vorador answered.
"Could I help, anything at all?" Umah countered, desperate to help.
"I you did, it would be centuries of only looking after him, feeding him, protecting him from discovery..." Vorador began.
"Please, please let me help!" Umah interrupted him.
Vorador nodded his head. "Very well, this is what you must do..."
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Umah sat back in her chair and looked at her charge. Vorador had finally decided that their shelter would be in the outskirts of the city of Meridian. There Umah would have plenty of prey to feed herself and Kain. She was overjoyed that Vorador had deemed her strong enough to look after herself and Kain while she was so young.
Their shelter was a small tower by the slums. Even though it was filled with many fine things, none of the inhabitants of the slums would approach it. Too often they had heard the screams of would-be- thieves, as they were bleed to death.
Kain growled softly in his sleep as something in his dreams disturbed him. Umah smiled as she brushed a stray lock of silver hair off of Kain's forehead. As she did, Kain relaxed. Soon she would go hunting for the both of them, soon.
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What do you think of my first serious piece? Should it be continued or should it remain as is? Review and tell me! Please?