Who's Controling Who NOW? Chapter 15: “Hey, what you do on your own time”, a legacy of kain fanfic

Disclaimer: I own them. *points to Adojan & Zofia* Myself. *points to herself* And nothing else.

Author's Notes: The rest of the disclaimer can be found on the preceding chapters.

*Sits in the middle of the white space, rocking back and forth*

Syvia- *singing* Come and see,

while quietly,

I slowly go insane!

Adojan- *looks at his creator* Hmmm... the onset of school is driving her mad. Tsk tsk tsk.

"Hey, what you do on your own time-"

The anti-hero's lip curled. Kain reached out quickly, grabbed the other vampire by the throat and lifted him two feet above the floor.

"Faustus," he returned cordially.

Sebastian froze for only an instant at the sight of Kain, Umah and Vorador standing in the hallway. Vorador held Marcus' bound arms, from which the 'charmed' vampire hung, unconscious. And if that hadn't been bad enough, there were three other forms standing beside the first three in a more or less companionable scene. There were two beings with blue skin; one with wings, one that resembled a zombie, and last, but perhaps not least, a human holding a large staff. Threats all around.

"Why Sebastian," Umah purred, "your musculature is even more impressive without your armor to hide it."

Kain gave her a look, which Umah returned mischievously.

Sebastian looked down at himself and turned an interesting shade of red before he remembered something- he was outnumbered six to one.

Doubting it would save him from Kain, Sebastian reached for the first accessible shield, the human. He pulled Syvia to her feet and pressed her close to his chest, one arm wrapped around her neck, the other stretched forward, claws splayed towards his enemies.

The girl gave a surprised little yelp and dropped her controller, but had nothing on Sebastian, who screamed even louder than before as Syvia's wet sweat-shirt burned his chest. He flung the girl towards the other vampires and ran from the room.

She was still holding her drink. Ninety percent of it was on her by this time, but as she was flying through the air, over the blue arm chair and into the hallway, Syvia really didn't care.

Vorador bolted, dropping Marcus as he rushed for the kitchen. To be charitable, he really was planning to intercept Sebastian before the berserker vamp could escape, but his larger reason for running was a bit more selfish. He wasn't the biggest fan of water. Umah would have stayed, but Vorador dragged her out of the way as well.

Kain was a bit preoccupied with bashing Faustus repeatedly into the doorframe, so he wasn't paying attention.

Janos didn't have enough room to maneuver, and Moebius didn't really care, so the girl was pretty lucky, really, that Raziel was not adverse to moisture and remembered that she was a fan. All this happened in about two seconds. Then Syvia hit Raziel's arms and they were both flung backwards by the force of Sebastian's throw. Syvia's head connected with the staircase railing, and she blacked out.

When she woke up again, Syvia was lying on what she assumed (correctly) to be the couch, her dully aching head cradled by a pillow, the beach towel covering her prone body. She opened her eyes and found herself staring up at the cadaverous grin of-

"Moebius?" The girl tried to sit up and was arrested by her throbbing skull. She settled for groaning, planting a hand in the middle of the Time Streamer's face and pushing him away. A large hand grasped her wrist.

"Now is that any way to thank me?"

"For what?" she moaned softly.

"For saving your life," he said, sounding injured that he had to remind her.

"Raziel saved me," she muttered, annoyed. "I may have hit my head, but I remember that."

Moebius began to splutter at that and Syvia grinned weakly. A blue hand pulled the Time Guardian out of her line of sight and a pale face, marked with tattoos, took Moebius' place.

"Just lie back. It may take an hour or so, but you will be completely well before long."

"Umah..." Syvia smiled a bit and held out her hand. "It's nice to meet you."

The vampiress' lips turned up and she took the girl's hand. "Likewise." Syvia looked around carefully as Umah set let go and saw Janos, once again in the rocker, sitting in front of the television. His hands were on the game controller, flicking madly across its black surface.

The winged vampire was engrossed in the game, and Syvia was mildly astonished to realize this was his first turn at the Playstation. Kain had dibs, as he was the main character... so why wasn't he playing? Where was everybody? Moebius sat in the blue recliner, Umah was curled in the armchair, Raziel sat cross-legged on the ottoman.

Syvia moved gingerly and was surprised by something else-

"I'm dry..." she murmured, running careful fingers over her hair, "but not sticky," she added under her breath. Syvia remembered quite well where her drink had gone.

"A spell, you needn't stay wet." Umah murmured, watching the television. "We can keep the... Stooges," she smirked slightly, "in line..." the smirk grew, "and in chains. Moisture may not burn humans, but prolonged moisture does not serve them well."

Syvia was about to ask where the rest of the Nosgothians were, but she noticed a soft banging and an even softer yelling coming from the basement.

Her brow crinkled in worry. "What's that noise?" Syvia asked quietly. Raziel turned to her, eyes crinkling.

"Kain, Vorador and the vampires who accosted you are in the basement, becoming acquainted with power tools." He chuckled evilly and the girl thought she heard her father's drill being started, the soft whirring was followed after a few moments, by a scream.

The girl shuddered, but was becoming drowsy again, and despite the cries of pain that echoed from the basement, she was falling asleep. Syvia reached out and managed to catch hold of Raziel's talon. She looked unsteadily up at the Soul Reaver.

"I don't want to go down there and have to see blood all over the place..." she murmured imploringly. "And I really don't want to explain it to my parents."

"Don't worry," he chuckled.

Syvia worried anyway- but fell asleep, followed by the drone of electrical power tools and screaming vampires.

The next time Syvia woke up, she was in the chair, a pillow under her head, her legs stretched out on the ottoman, her towel covering her body. Her head and one arm were draped over the right arm of the chair, so she was looking towards the couch when she opened her eyes. She was facing the couch and-

"Wha?!" The girl jerked away, her back hitting the other side of the chair, staring at Faustus' grinning face. She almost panicked. Then she saw the rope that was wrapped in an almost cartoonish style around the vampire's arms and chest, from the tops of his shoulders to his waist. Syvia glanced at the rest of the couch and saw Marcus, tied in a similar way, snoring, his head resting on Sebastian's shoulder. The Industrial Master didn't look happy about this, or maybe he looked annoyed because Kain was sitting next to him, smirking. Then again, perhaps it was because he was still shirtless. As if Syvia's wondering had prompted him, he began to complain.

"These ropes are chafing me..." he drawled, annoyed.

"Awww, poor widdle Sebastian," Kain said, imitating the drawl, "would you like me to take them off and we can play with the hand saw instead? I found that tool to be particularly amusing." Kain smiled evilly. "Three interchangeable blades... serrated edges... a good firm handle... never got slippery- despite the blood that covered it."

Everyone shuddered. Sebastian and Faustus looked slightly ill, so, despite the lack of facial features, did Raziel. Vorador was smirking, murmuring about 'the good old days', Moebius echoed him and got a few strange looks for his trouble. Umah, snuggled half on, half off, Kain's lap, had a vague smile on her face, and her hand was running up and down Kain's thigh. Marcus was still snoring and Janos was facing the television, so neither had anything interesting to add. Syvia noticed the entire show and buried her face in her palms.

"I don't even want to know, I don't even want to know..."

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See? No cliffhanger! Aren't you proud of me? ^_^ Next- Where everyone was while I almost became vamp chow... most likely... probably... even though things could change.

Adojan- Am I going to end up in this or not?

Syvia- I'm really not sure at this point.

Adojan- *shrugs* I wouldn't mind escaping the humiliation everyone seems to suffer in this fic.