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, 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* And any exact quotes from BO2 will come from Ranmyaku's numerous pages of dialogue. You go girl! ^_^ *hugs* Zofie Audron alone, is my brain child. I, of course, belong to myself. ^_^
Author's Notes: If you read- review! ^_^ ***Spoilers of all the LoK games- All. When I say all I mean ALL.***
*Adojan walks out into the white space*
Syvia- Hey, bud, what's up?
Adojan- Hey Syv. *hugs her* I'm takin' over for Zofie as the resident brainchild for this fic. ^_^
Syvia- Why? Is she okay?
Adojan- Well, yes and no. She didn't really get hurt during the fight with Hash, but she was a little shaken up. She's gonna chill back at haven for a few chapters.
Syvia- It's just as well, I don't think she'd be too happy about meeting the Sarafan Lord.
Adojan- So, *rubs his palms together* are we ready for Blood Omen 2?
Syvia- *laughing* As ready as we'll ever be. *they link arms and walk out of the white space. The scene fades out.*
So... does this mean I'm Shemp?
Syvia dropped to the floor in front of the living room television, her jacket and half-empty book bag still on, loaded her newest game into the Playstation 2 and grinned. Months of waiting and she finally had it. Hell, she hadn't had a new game since October and the release of Soul Reaver 2. It was still light out, and the girl was hoping she'd have a few hours of play time alone before her 'guests' arrived. For once, she wasn't being overly optimistic. Syvia had almost finished chapter 3 before the first characters arrived. The ones who arrived, however, would not have been her first choice for guests.
Videogame Kain chased an unnamed vampire through the streets of Meridian. In Syvia's living room, a ghostly chuckle echoed, and an unseen form caused the curtains to blow in the wind of its passing. The human girl dropped her controller and stood up quickly, putting her back to the wall.
"Who's there?" she asked softly. The chuckle echoed again. "Okay... let's do this by process of elimination," Syvia murmured, eyes darting to the two doorways that led out of the room. "Only someone from the game can appear without warning. The voice isn't familiar, so you're one of the new vampires..." she breathed in slowly, "or the Sarafan Lord."
"I don't believe I flatter myself in saying I'm more attractive then the Sarafan Lord," one voice drawled, and a grinning vampire strode out of the hallway. He was as tall as Kain had been, dressed in a red suit. He had long black hair that many women would kill to possess.
"Faustus, I presume?" Syvia murmured. The vampire looked her over with a half smile on his face, stroked his chin meditatively.
"Do you know, I haven't had a truly good meal in years... you look like a healthy young thing." Syvia caught her breath at the word meal, her eyes widening as Faustus vaulted over the armchair and landed an inch away from her. The vampire put a hand flat against the wall on either side of the girl's head. He leaned into her, breathing in the scent of her blood, his mouth close enough to her neck that Syvia could feel fangs brushing her skin. "Is that the blood of a virgin I smell?" he chuckled softly.
The girl flushed in embarrassment. Without thought, Syvia lifted her knee and brought it right on target, into his crotch. Faustus' eyes bugged out in pain and surprise and he went down, curling himself into a little ball on the carpet, holding the relevant part of his anatomy. The laughter echoed again and was joined by another voice. Syvia backed away from the doorways as two vampires strode into the light. One was dressed in a black robe-like outfit and a thin red vest. His fingers were thin and topped with murderously long claws. The other was dressed in solid, unrelieved black, and wore a skull cap upon his head, and a cape that reached to his ankles.
"One with spirit," the caped vampire said. "I do enjoy adrenaline in my supper." His voice seemed to echo, as if it were being recorded by a bad microphone.
"Yours?" the other vamp drawled. "There shan't be enough blood for even one vampire the way you eat. You waste enough blood to feed three of our kind."
"And you would put your lips to one of the unwashed peasants of Meridian?" the caped vampire murmured, taunting. "No, not you, Marcus. You would rather take one of those little puppets of yours. Priests bathe daily, do they not?" There was a blur of dark cloth and the vampire who remained unnamed caught Syvia, who'd been working at one of the windows, attempting to use it as an escape route. She gave a high, short scream as the vampire spun her around and held her firmly by the throat. He continued speaking as if the event had never happened. "Ripping the victim apart shows distain, or haste... or simply," he smiled into the girl's frightened eyes, "a love of carnage."
"Or a tendency to play with one's food before one eats it," Marcus said mildly, running fingers idly over his hairless scalp.
"And you both are in the habit of doing so, are you not?" Faustus said painfully, rising from the floor.
Syvia was very, very close to full on hysterics as Marcus and Faustus came closer, smiling hungrily.
Where the hell was Kain? Even if he didn't like Syvia enough to protect her, he hated these guys enough to pick a fight. What about Umah? She seemed like a decent enough vampiress.... Where were Raziel and Moebius? During the previous nights, they'd been the first ones to show up. The three vampires gathered around, and in a moment of brilliance brought on by panic, Syvia spoke up.
"Wait! You're going to have to decide who's first here... after all, I only have one neck-"
"But two wrists," Faustus smiled, taking one of her hands. Marcus chuckled.
"Yeah-" Syvia broke in, the word coming out as a yelp, "but who gets what?"
And that's when things started to get really weird.
"Well I get her neck, as I have the highest rank of the three of us," Sebastian said, looking at the others.
"The only thing you have of high rank, Sebastian, is your breath." Faustus murmured wryly.
"Why don't you go wash your hair, Master of the Slums?" Marcus said, hiding his smirk from Sebastian.
"At least I have hair to wash, Marcus."
The hair discussion again? Syvia thought, amused despite herself.
"Melchiah will be so pleased that he isn't the only bald vampire," Faustus was saying, looking from Marcus to Sebastian, a half-smile on his face.
Sebastian dropped Syvia and casually backhanded the long-haired vampire. Faustus slammed against the wall, bared his teeth at the armored vampire and aimed a punch at Sebastian. The caretaker of the Industrial Sector ducked backwards and the blow landed straight on Marcus' perfect nose. The bald vampire shouted and stepped back, hands cupped over his face. The three vampires formed a small triangle in the center of the room, each keeping an eye on the other two.
"Well? Now what?" Faustus and Marcus said abruptly. The two turned to each other, identical confused expressions on their faces. They'd spoken in perfect unison. Sebastian's eye ridges rose.
"Hmm... that was rather odd," the other two said. Their eyes widened in the same instant and the two vampires glared, pointing at each other. "You annoying bastard," they both whispered venomously, then they straightened, faces growing violently angry. "Cut that out!"
Sebastian chuckled, not quite understanding what was going on, but thinking it amusing nonetheless.
Marcus and Faustus turned to him with outraged expressions on their faces. Still pointing at each other, and resembling mirror images in their actions they said, "That bastard is reading my mind so he can imitate me!"
Sebastian's smirk grew wider. In a childish fit of annoyance, Faustus struck out at his tormentor. He formed a 'v' with two clawed fingers and poked Marcus in the eyes. Marcus, who'd been anticipating the gesture, put his fingers up in front of his nose- the maneuver would have worked, had Faustus' fingers been the size of a human's. Marcus jerked away, shouting curses, covering the injured orbs.
Syvia, who had gotten to the staircase landing by this time, stared at them in shock. Been watching too many Three Stooges tapes, have they? She pulled her thoughts back to the previous topic.
Weapons... weapons... where the hell can I get weapons? Syvia had been hoping for an out. Someone to get here. Janos, Vorador, hell even her parents, but they wouldn't be any help. She thanked God briefly that they were both at work, after all, what could they really do against three vampires? At this point she knew, if she was to be saved, she'd have to save herself. Okay girl, think. Mom has a mace gun in the bedroom... what good would that do? Assuming of course I could find it before they got me. What do I have access to that they'd be afraid of? Then it hit her. A truly evil smile appeared on the girl's face. She began to inch up the staircase, and a step creaked beneath her foot.
Hearing it, the vampires turned to look at Syvia. As one, they leered at her. The girl's smile disappeared.
"Oh shit..." she murmured. Then she ran.
The young human bolted up the stairs, listening to the footsteps slowly creaking on the old carpet-covered wood behind her. The vampires were giving her time, time to be afraid, confident that she couldn't escape. She didn't care. In a few minutes, the vampires wouldn't want to stick around.
She leapt up the stairs, across a small stretch of hallway and into the room at the top. Syvia slammed the door, locked it, grabbed a three-foot tall towel rack and shoved it under the doorknob just before it began to jiggle. There came an oh-so-cordial knocking on the door.
"Now, now, my dear," Marcus called lightly, "we only want to play."
Syvia had climbed into the bathtub, fully clothed, and taken the moveable shower head from its mounting. She fumbled with the hot and cold knobs, drenching her jeans and tennis shoes before she managed to turn get the water on high pressure and switched from the spigot to the shower nozzle.
With the scrape of metal on linoleum tile, the vampires entered and Syvia was out of time. She trained the nozzle on the door and turned the improvised water pistol on.
There was a scream and the hiss of burning flesh as the nozzle caught Sebastian on the side of the face and Faustus' hand. They slammed the door shut on the stream of water. Syvia, torn between not wanting to waste water and not wanting to turn it off, sat down in the tub with the pressure on low.
"Come back in any time you want more!" she shouted. "Assholes," she whispered to herself. Syvia crouched in the bathtub, cradling the showerhead, and shook with fear.
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Some of my buddies won't be happy that I hurt the sezzy Bo2 boys, but oh well. *flutters eyelashes* Look at it this way, it's not like they'll scar. *chuckles*