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 & Adojan of the Hylden are my brain children. 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.***
Also, the Title quote is based on what Evileen of The Wiz said in her final moments. *bows her head for a few moments in remembrance of Evileen, looks up and starts dancing*
*sings*
Can't you- feel the
brand new day?
Can't you- feel the
brand new daaaaaaaay?!
Adojan- So... am I getting into this?
Syvia- You already are.
Adojan- *looks around at the white space* How about putting me somewhere with actual scenery?
Syvia- All in good time, sweetheart.
"I'm allergic to water!"
Syvia was falling asleep. This might have been a good thing- as she was tired, but she was also soaking wet, fully clothed, chilled, and had three vampires in her house.
She tucked a few strands of wet hair behind her ear, and shivered. Okay- there was a rational way to deal with this... there had to be... she only had to find it. She sat there and thought rationally... for about a minute.
F&*# rational. I'm cold, I'm wet and those bastards want to drink my blood. So what am I going to do about it? That made up her mind. She was going to march straight down there and- and- and then she remembered just what was down there, and decided to wait in the bathroom for a while longer.
Syvia sat in the bathtub, in an inch of water that was rapidly cooling, and her head sagged slowly forward.
Faustus was leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest in annoyance. "Are you done yet?"
Marcus, his hands up in that familiar, yet infinitely odd gesture from the game, turned his head and from between his long fingers, fixed Faustus with a piercing glare. "I don't know, Faustus," he said, irony weighing down his words, "is the girl out of the bathroom yet?"
At this response, the long-haired vampire rolled his eyes and went back to staring down the steps. He idly considered leaving to watch Sebastian playing Blood Omen 2... but thirst won over amusement. He wanted some blood, and he didn't feel like going out for it... although if Marcus took any longer-
A hand closed over his ponytail. Faustus grabbed Marcus' wrist, but allowed his face to be pulled close to that of the Master of Charm. "Your thoughts are so loud that I can't focus on the girl. Either think quietly, or go away," Marcus said mildly.
"Fine," Faustus grated. Marcus released him and began his manipulation once again.
In the bathroom, Syvia was sleeping. She slowly and carefully climbed from the tub and sat down on its edge. Under Marcus' direction, she removed her shoes and socks, her wet sweater, and put her hands to the top button of her jeans. She stopped.
"What is it now?" Marcus groaned, turning to the vampire poking him in the shoulder. Before Faustus could speak, they both heard a thud. Having lost the connection with Syvia, Marcus accidentally allowed her to fall forward onto the bathroom floor. Marcus cursed. In a louder and more annoyed tone of voice, so did Syvia. Faustus was smirking as she exclaimed over her practically naked body.
"Oh come now, you didn't expect us to feed while touching wet clothing, did you?" Marcus called reasonably. There was the sound of water sloshing, draining out of the tub, and refilling. The two vampires looked at each other nervously. Marcus hastily reached out to the girl's mind again and cursed.
"What is it?" Faustus murmured.
"She's thinking of a brick wall."
The long-haired vampire just looked at him. "What?" he asked, supremely confused.
"She's thinking of a brick wall," Marcus said again, clenching a fist. "I can't read her thoughts because she's focusing so constantly on the wall." He quieted as they both heard the slap of wet clothing against equally wet skin. "Syvia- why not dry off, come out and submit? I promise, we shan't even kill you, we'll only drain most of your blood," Marcus called persuasively.
Faustus gave him a look which plainly and incredulously asked if he were serious. Marcus responded with an 'of course not' face and Faustus smirked.
"Oh, okay, if you promise," Syvia said from the bathroom. The sarcasm was slight, but evident in her tone.
The vampires grinned to each other as footsteps moved over to the door and it opened. Syvia stepped into the doorway and stood there, smiling.
The smirks faded from Faustus' lips as he took in the sight of her, fully clothed and dripping wet. Marcus glanced briefly to the beach towel lying across her arm. The girl waited, folding her arms lightly over her chest.
"Well, Marcus?" Faustus murmured, nudging him.
"What?"
"Aren't you going to charm her?"
"He can't," Syvia grinned widely. "My mind isn't mundane enough to be controlled unless I'm unconscious."
"You have to fall asleep sometime," Marcus sneered.
Syvia looked at him for a long moment- long enough for the vampires to grow suspicious. Did she know something they didn't?
"Bets?" Syvia asked mildly, raising an eyebrow. The Meridian vampires pressed back against the wall, moving out of Syvia's way as she moved into the hall and down the stairs. They followed, three steps behind her, taking pains to avoid the water she dripped on the floor.
She spared a brief glance at Sebastian, sitting on the floor in front of the television, before walking into the kitchen. Faustus leaned back against the door frame, watching as Syvia pulled out a plastic cup, and took a green bottle from the refrigerator. She filled the glass halfway with ice cubes, which drew a momentary look of curiosity from the vampire. Syvia opened the bottle and poured a radioactive looking yellow liquid into the cup.
"What is that?" Faustus asked.
"Enough caffeine, sugar, and artificial flavors to kill a small animal."
The master of the Den looked at her strangely. Syvia walked back into the living room, deliberately almost brushing Faustus' arm as she did so. Marcus was leaning against the back of the blue armchair, he looked idly at the girl as she passed.
Syvia stepped up to Sebastian and laid the beach towel on the floor next to him. Sebastian was sitting forward slightly, his cape spread on the floor around him, his eyes intent on the television screen. The Master of the Industrial Quarter had spent the better part of an hour repeatedly allowing videogame Kain to be killed by various people and numerous falls into varying bodies of water, after which he would laugh in sadistic amusement.
Sebastian, although covered head to toe in armor, inched nervously away from Syvia as she sat next to him.
The girl wiped her hands carefully on the towel and took a drink of her strange concoction. Then she held a hand out for the controller.
"Not a chance," his remix voice murmured.
"You sure?" she replied calmly.
"Completely."
Syvia took another drink, noticing a small opening in the neck of his plate-covered leather armor. It was at the back of his neck, and had he been sitting up straight, wouldn't have been there at all. Syvia smiled and took another drink, sucking an ice cube into her mouth. She rolled the cube around her tongue, cleaning the soft drink off of it, then took the cube between her fingers.
"That's too bad," she murmured. Sebastian was intent on the game, not really noticing as the girl's hand crept close to the bunched cloth that was just big enough to-
Sebastian jumped up with a shout as the ice cube burned its way down his back. Syvia calmly picked up her controller and began playing.
Faustus shook with laughter, wiping pink tears from his eyes. He reached out without looking and his hand caught Marcus' shoulder, which he leaned against for support.
Sebastian tore off his cape and breastplate, baring his chest and back, finally freeing himself from the ice cube. Sebastian cast a murderous look at Syvia, and then at Faustus, who was laughing all the harder. Looking into the hallway, he froze at what he saw.
Faustus paid no heed to that, nor did he pick up on the pleased smile Syvia gave when she turned to see what Sebastian was looking at. Faustus was chortling into the helpful shoulder on which he leaned when suddenly his fingers brushed a few silky strands of hair. His laughter faded as he remembered something... Marcus didn't have hair. Faustus' eyes jerked upward and did a quick survey of the face before him. Ivory skin, silver hair, gold eyes.
The vampire smiled tentatively. "Hi, Kain."
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Cookies to whoever can guess the drink that I never mentioned by name. *smiles*