Copyright © 2002 by Syvia (Aka Rebecca K. Friedrick). All Rights Reserved.
Disclaimer: If you recognize something in this fic, then it probably belongs to someone else. To be more specific- I don't own Playstation, LoK, MasterCard, or anything in them, or to do with them. :-p Oh, and I got the exact quotes from BO1 at nosgoth.net in the Blood Omen Dialogue section. *bows to Wolf Raziel* Zofie Audron alone, is my brain child. I, of course, belong to myself. ^_^ This chapter's title is taken from the song Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen, which I also don't own.
Author's Notes: If you read- review! ^_^ ***Spoilers of all the LoK games- All. When I say all I mean ALL.***
*begins to sing* "I see a little silhouetteo of a man- scallamoosh, scallamoosh, do you do the fandango, thunderbolts and lightning, very very frightening me, Galileo! (Galileo!) Galileo! (Galileo!) Galileo, Figaro-" *Zofia rushes up and hits Syvia over the head. She shuts up abruptly.*
Syvia- *sits there stunned for a minute* Reviews!
Ranmyaku- *lol* Very good point. I too have seen more cliffhangers than was good for my sanity. As if anyone ever likes a cliffhanger. ^_^
*grins* Thank you! Yep- Once I realized how evil and annoying Moebius was in SR2, the head chopping scene became even more enjoyable. *snickers*
*Bows to Turel Alden & Ezra* Oh- I saw that piccy! Those boyos are handsome! ^_^ *smiles at Alden and Ezra*
Wolfywoman- Only getting interesting? *fake pouts, laughs* Thanks for the review!
FireFX25- *grins* Well I'm glad I can surprise you even though you've already played the game!
Sauron- *lol* Too true, and if I made you guys wait as long as CD made us wait between SR1 & 2, you'd have my permission to do unpleasant things to me! };-p
Nemi- A good question. ^_^ I think he's strong, and your sarcasm is noted and well placed. I think he was more of a priest than a fighter, but I think he was probably a very powerful sorcerer.
As to whether or not Janos will kick some ass in my fics... uh... I don't know yet. I don't know if I'm going to go into a detailed fight scene during WCWN.
Watch RB for fight scenes, but I think Janos is going to be a whipping boy during Restoring Balance. *sad smile & a shrug*
My thinking is; although Janos was a fighter, his battling days are long past. But all the same- keep reading and see. :-)
That, and our conception of Janos is different, Nemi. You see him as a hot, winged, blueberry-colored sex god. (I've seen your pics of his ass, btw. Ooh'la'la! *wicked grin*)
I'm writing him as a father figure. It's the difference between SR2 & BO2's Janos. *smiles* But I may let Zofie leave during my analysis of BO2 and pull out the 'younger' Janos. *wide grin* It could be fun to write Janos as a confrontational character.
Venris13- *grins* Moebius doesn't need a break! *Moebius appears behind Syvia and slaps her upside the head* Ow!
Q-tip? *chuckles* Why do I not want to ask? ^_^
CrazyDragon- *hugs her* Thanx!
Expert Predator- Short... SHORT? Compared to what? *rolls eyes* I've seen fics that were much shorter- and I've written fics that were much longer! Which fic of mine, may I ask, is getting more reviews?! This one! The shorter one!! %&*#! *goes into an extended rant with lots of cursing. Eventually calms down.*
Okay, okay, I'm good. *clears throat* As for your threat- well, you seem to be missing one very large hole in that plan.
If I'm dead- no more fic. *smiles sweetly*
You expect it soon? *scoffs* Hell, I expected to top 100 in reviews after submitting the tenth chapter- but then, life doesn't always give us what we expect, does it? *ironic grin*
"Is this the real life... is this just fantasy?"
"Think," Kain urged again. "Quickly."
"I am thinking, damnit," Syvia whispered. The sounds of the struggle were slowly getting closer. Syvia was edging behind Kain, who had turned to face the game room doorway, ready for any threat from that direction. Unfortunately... it was the wrong one.
The door connecting the hall to the kitchen slammed open, pushing Moebius, who had been standing in front of it, forward into Syvia. The girl's head cracked back against the floor, causing her to see stars. Moebius lay on the lower half of her body, pinning her to the linoleum. When her vision cleared, Kain was grappling with an enormous black form. Ivory talons were curled around Kain's neck, squeezing.
The vampire scored five jagged slashes across the Unspoken's dark chest and followed with a punch to the creature's face. They both fell back into the hall and a flailing limb knocked the door closed.
Syvia looked down at Moebius, raised a shaking hand and nudged his shoulder. "You can get off me now," she said, attempting to wriggle out from under him. The Time Streamer's robes were not exactly loose-fitting; they made it obvious that Moebius was a thin, fairly scrawny man, yet he felt heaver than he should have been. Syvia didn't think she'd be getting out from under him without help. "Moebius!" she cried urgently, nervously raising her eyes to the hall door.
There was a loud thud and a pained cry the other room. In the brief moment of silence that followed, Syvia could hear the Time Streamer snoring. Her eyes grew wide and her efforts more frenzied. She grabbed Moebius' robes and attempted to push at his back as she pulled her legs out from under his body. He snorted in his sleep and closed his arms around her waist. "Oh God damn it!" she muttered, picking at his hands, which were intertwined at the small of her back.
He snorted again and began to mumble. "Hmmm.... Raziel," his arms tightened a bit and he nuzzled her stomach.
"What the hell?" the girl murmured.
"I buried you once before," Kain said in the hall, "and I can do it again."
The Unspoken laughed. "But you had the Soul Reaver then. You are no longer the blade's keeper."
"I have no keeper," Raziel grated. Then there was the sound of claw against flesh, tearing, and the sizzle of magical energy charging the air.
"Moebius, get off of me!" Syvia cried softly. She tried to draw her knees up to her chest; he was just too heavy. The girl whispered curse words, shoving the Time Streamer with all of her strength. He just made protesting noises and grasped her more tightly.
An explosion went off in the hallway. The silence was thick throughout the house, then the sound of a foot scraping the floor. Syvia's eyes were drawn to the doorknob as it turned very slowly and the door was drawn back.
The girl's breath went out in a rush as the Unspoken crouched down in order to fit through the door. "Hi," she squeaked nervously at the demon. It turned and fixed her with its burning red eyes. Her mouth slowly fell open at the sheer malevolence of that gaze and the creature smirked.
Syvia flinched as the Unspoken reached forward and plucked Moebius off of her lap, laying the Time Streamer on his stomach on the kitchen floor. A small line of drool fell out of the corner of his mouth, but this amusing fact went unnoticed as Syvia stood quickly and backed away from the demon. "I owe you my thanks, human," Hash'ak'gik rumbled, pacing forward. "Allow me to show my gratitude," he said, leering.
"Oh," she smiled nervously, trying to stall it, "th-that's not really necessary," the girl stammered. Syvia glanced at the hallway and caught a glimpse of three prone bodies on the floor. The white and black tiles were stained red.
It smiled in response. "I insist." Syvia swallowed audibly and tried to speak again.
A rush of black feathers and pale skin appeared between them. Zofia's wings were spread, mantling in defense of the human girl. Syvia couldn't see the wide eyes and tense muscles of Zofia's face. The Ancient was scared to death of the Demon Lord, but faced him to protect someone who was weaker.
In one hand Zofia held a sphere of white fire that licked the air with emerald colored tongues. Hash'ak'gik chuckled darkly at her. "Haven't we tried this before?" the demon smiled.
"With fair success on my part," Zofia murmured, her voice steady.
The demon laughed again, laughed so hard that he didn't hear the Ancient whisper to Syvia. "Be ready... under the table... get into the living room... finish the game."
Hash'ak'gik took a deep breath, rose to his full height, and Zofia threw the fire into his face. It flew from her hand, and kept coming- a pale jet of flame, from which there was no noticeable heat. The demon roared in pain for only a few moments before the cry changed into a deep growl. Syvia wasted no time, but she only had enough time to dive under the table and crawl out the other side before a powerful blow landed on the side of Zofia's head, rendering the Ancient unconscious.
A hairless black arm shot out in front of Syvia, blocking the door. "Going somewhere?" the demon breathed into her ear. For a moment, her heart literally stopped. The demon leaned towards her. Syvia shuddered and, without thinking, ducked under Hash'ak'gik's arm and ran for the living room.
Raziel materialized out of thin air as she dove for the game controller. He took only a moment to assess the situation and lunged for the Unspoken, who was tearing gashes into the small doorframe that led from the kitchen to the game room. Syvia frantically used an Energy Bank on videogame Kain, cast Barrier and pulled out the Soul Reaver.
In the other room, Raziel was slashing wildly at the demon, who was giving as good as it got in attacks. Raziel kicked the Dark Entity in the stomach and it fell backwards into the hole made by Syvia's loveseat. Hash'ak'gik grabbed the Soul Reaver's leg and pulled Raziel down with him. From the grunts and shouts that sounded from the basement, it seemed that the fight was being continued down below.
Syvia continued the fight on television, cursing as the Energy Bank ended. She repeated the previous process and continued to follow the videogame Unspoken, swiping at him with the Soul Reaver blade. The fight seemed to grow slower. She couldn't hear as much noise from Raziel.
Oh shit, is he losing? the girl wondered. Her heart fluttered in panic. The Barrier wore off, but Syvia didn't bother to renew it, she drove videogame Kain towards the Unspoken and made a slash at the demon... who died.
Abruptly, there was silence again. Syvia looked over at the game room and the gaping hole in the floor. The girl licked her dry lips, set the controller down on the floor and tried to stand. Her legs were shaking too badly to allow it and she settled for crawling slowly into the other room.
"Ra-" her voice came out in an inaudible whisper. Syvia cleared her throat and tried again. "Raziel?" she called softly.
A hand shot out of the darkness and grasped the edge of the hole. The girl shrieked automatically before realizing the hand was flesh of a vivid blue and not light-devouring black. The Soul Reaver pulled himself onto the grey carpeting beside her.
Syvia covered her eyes with one shaking hand briefly before using it to lash out at the vampire wraith.
"It's pleasant to see you as well," he murmured ironically.
"You're an asshole," she shouted.
He looked at her with wide eyes. "Now that seems just a bit uncalled for."
"You and that drunken Guardian in there," she cried, pointing at the kitchen, "are responsible for all of this!" Syvia pointed wildly at the hole in the floor, her melted printer, the gashes in the sides of the kitchen doorway and various burn marks on the white-painted walls. She got up and walked through the living room, opened the French doors leading to the hallway and looked down at Janos, Vorador and Kain, who were lying in the hall, their wounds almost fully healed. She paced into the kitchen and studied Zofia briefly before returning to the hallway.
"They're alive," she said harshly to Raziel, who had followed her. "When they get up, you tell them that this house has to look like it did before you people wrecked it, by tomorrow morning- or all my Legacy of Kain discs are going to get broken in half!" With that she stomped upstairs, climbed into bed, fully dressed, and instantly fell asleep.
The buzzing of the alarm woke her.
Syvia flinched, surged out of bed and flicked the switch, like she always did. She stood there for a few moments, one hand braced on the wall as she shook off the disorientation of unconsciousness, which was also a routine action. She looked down at her house clothes, rumpled from being slept in, and remembered everything that had gone on last night.
The girl ran unsteadily out of her bedroom, down the hall, and almost slid down the steps. She froze at the landing.
The hall tiles... were clean. Pristine white and black with a slight marble-like design on them. Syvia threw herself down the last two steps and dropped to the floor, looking for blood. Anything from a puddle to a spot. There was none.
She lurched over to the French doors and tore through them, running for the game room. Another bout of dizziness overcame Syvia as she saw the green loveseat with its thin stripes of pink and cream making a subtle plaid pattern on the upholstery. There was no hole, no ripped carpeting, no splinters of wood. She checked for each several times.
The girl looked to her computer desk and equipment. The printer was whole, perfect, normal. She touched it and it was room temperature.
Syvia's jaw clenched, her cheeks grew pink and with a little cry of rage she ran over to the loveseat, tore a slipper off her foot and began beating it on the large piece of furniture. She ripped the blue and cream afghan off of the back and threw it across the room before resuming her abuse of the sofa.
Approximately five minutes later she was sitting on said loveseat, panting. "Damnit," she muttered. Syvia threw her slipper halfheartedly to the floor, got up and headed into the bathroom for a shower.
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And so ends the Blood Omen Segment. ^_^
The next chapter will see the beginning of Blood Omen 2. Watch for more fun. ^_^ *blows a kiss*
Oh- and, that method I used to defeat Hash in the videogame? Yep- that's really how I kill Hash at the end of Blood Omen. Energy Bank, Barrier, Soul Reaver. *grins* Water, Rinse, Repeat... Repeat, Repeat, Repeat. ^_^
If I missed a few bits of bad grammar or a few misspelled words; well let's see how you write at 1:15 am. *yawns and falls face-first onto her desk* Zzzzzzzzzzzzz......