Copyright © 2002 by Syvia (Aka Rebecca K. Friedrick). All Rights Reserved.
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. :-p
Has anyone seen a pattern yet? I write better while on vacation. *sighs* Finally got back to this. We'll see how well I can keep up my writing.
*a cute little girl goes running across the white space, giggling hysterically* Hey! This is a PG-13 fic and you're only two! *Syvia goes running after her niece. Adojan watches with a slight grin on his face.*
Get a room!
"Why is Faustus still here?" Sebastian asked irritably. The long-haired vampire shot a dirty look at the other Guardian, but didn't say anything.
"What makes you ask?" Vorador, the only one to pay any attention to him, replied.
"He's dead in the game. I had thought when you died in the game, you had to leave this world, and by that assessment, Marcus would be gone as well-"
"No," Moebius cut him off.
"And how would you know?" Sebastian asked him.
"I am the all-seeing Moebius," he answered grandly. "I look into the streams of time and see futures that have not yet come to pass! I-" Raziel hit him upside the head.
"Didn't see that though, did you?" the Soul Reaver chuckled. Moebius gritted his teeth and lifted his staff threateningly.
"Like I said before," Syvia said tiredly as she manipulated the controller, "if you're going to do that, do it outside."
"Do what?" Raziel asked innocently. Syvia turned to look at him just as Moebius returned the hit. The snake staff clunked against the back of Raziel's head. The violet crystal began to flash as the wraith blade flared, blue and violet on the Soul Reaver's arm.
"That," Syvia responded. She pointed towards the kitchen. "Outside."
Moebius glared at the girl for a moment, but caught Vorador and Janos' menacing looks. He stood and turned fuming, towards the kitchen, followed by Raziel. There was the sound of a door opening, then closing, and then muffled shouts and the sounds of a fight. Faustus pouted.
"I wanted to watch..." he whined.
"Oh shut up," Sebastian snapped. He was too busy leaning away from Kain and Umah- who were making out on the end of the couch- to put up with Faustus' complaints. Sandwiched between the couple and the still snoring Marcus, he was by far the most unhappy person in the room. The half-naked vampire shoved Marcus in the side, trying to move him over. "Wake up, damn you! Vampires don't truly sleep and you're taking up more than your fair share of the couch!"
"He won't wake," Vorador remarked.
"Why not?" Sebastian asked, exasperated.
"We find him annoying and I'd rather not have my mind read, thank you very much," Kain said as Umah nibbled on his ear. "Ow!" She had bit him. "Oh, darling..." he purred teasingly. Umah chuckled low in her throat as she sucked the small wound. Sebastian turned away from them with a panicked expression on his face.
"Someone give me a new seat before the foreplay begins!"
Syvia gave the controller to Vorador and looked on in amazement as he easily killed a monster that had been giving her trouble. It was only then that she turned to Sebastian. She looked at the couple. Her eyebrows rose. Umah was laying back on the arm of the couch, her precarious location made only a bit safer by the fact that Kain's lower body was pinning hers to the spot and the end table was right beside them. Her right leg was wrapped around Kain's waist, her left had shoved the table lamp into the corner of the table. Kain's clawed fingers were busy with the clasps on her shoulder armor.
"They aren't already on the foreplay?" Syvia asked wryly, smirking as Umah's violet cape fell over Sebastian's head. The vampire shook it off, then shook his head at her, his eyes wide, frantic.
"Kain has a tendency to include innocent," Faustus paused for a moment and considered that word, "... or otherwise, bystanders in his sexual encounters." The long-haired vampire smirked. "And he's always had a soft spot for Sebastian." His smirk turned wider, "Or would that be a hard spot?" he mused.
Syvia looked timidly over at the two vampires and said, "Uh... wouldn't you be more comfortable on a bed?"
"No, we're fine," Umah answered distractedly, intent on undoing Kain's belt.
"Umah," Vorador said in a chiding tone.
The vampiress groaned, aggravated, and they disappeared in a flash of purple light.
"Thank you," Sebastian breathed, sitting back on the couch. There was a thump from downstairs and loud, husky laughter. Syvia raised her eyebrows at the idea of the two vampires going at it on the cold basement floor and wondered why they'd moved downstairs. Suddenly, quite loudly, there was the sound of the electric drill and a high-pitched squeal of delight... which sounded like Kain.
"I'm too young for this," Syvia muttered, clamping a pillow over her ears.
"Well of course you're too young for this. I'm too young for this!" Faustus muttered, wishing he could plug his ears. Janos took the remote control and turned up the television volume. Video game Kain's laughter blended in with that of visiting Kain and they all relaxed a bit.
"So, what happened to you guys while the Stooge Trio tried to eat me?" Syvia asked as Vorador dispatched some videogame Glyph Knights.
As one, Vorador and Janos pointed at Moebius, who took that very moment to come limping back into the room with a broken staff and a black eye.
He glared, then winced as the glare aggravated his eye. "What are you blaming me for this time?"
"What does it matter?" Raziel asked, moving around him. "Everything is your fault anyway."
"Me, alone with them," Syvia jerked a thumb at the Sarafan Lord's vampiric guardians.
"Ah," Raziel nodded once. "Well, Moebius begins the transport spell that brings us here every night after you begin to play. He seemed interested in seeing how long you could hold out against the vampires and although Kain and I tried to negotiate with him (there was a spear involved) we could do nothing until Vorador appeared with Janos." He looked curiously at Syvia's furious expression. "But you seemed to be doing well by yourself...."
Moebius looked at her innocently. "What?" He took back his seat.
Syvia had taken two steps towards the Time Streamer before Raziel appropriated the lamp that appeared almost magically in her hand and held the girl back. Moebius flinched, but quickly regained composure. He looked at Raziel curiously.
"As amusing as the fight would be, I want to watch the game." He gently replaced the lamp and continued to grasp the quietly swearing girl by the back of her sweat shirt, his attention on the video game. Faustus was pouting again; another fight stopped before anything interesting happened. Raziel took a seat on the ottoman, still restraining the human. Eventually her energy wore down and she plopped down beside his feet, panting.
"Finished?" the Soul Reaver asked idly. She nodded and he let her go.
Then, for no apparent reason, Sebastian began to laugh evilly. "Fools!" he shouted. "The time of our release is at hand! Soon you shall bow down before us and worship us as gods!" Everyone looked at the half-naked vampire curiously.
"Ooh! Wasn't that from Kain's one pre-battle speech?" Faustus grinned. "What was it now... I'm sure I can remember the city...."
"The Sarafan Lord will be here in moments!" Sebastian cried happily.
Vorador continued playing, guiding videogame Kain to Umah's prison cell. "Ohhhh, yes, I'd forgotten that part," he murmured.
"So what?" Moebius rolled his eyes. "He allows Kain to kill the three of you in the game- he can't be that worried about your welfare."
"You're one to talk, Moebius." Vorador smirked, fighting a Glyph Knight. "You let twelve people die in SR2."
"That's a completely different situation!" Moebius protested. Syvia and Raziel scoffed in unison.
"He's here," Janos broke into the conversation.
Vorador jumped, surprised, as the Ancient sprang to his feet, wings flaring in anger. "...Sire? I cannot see the television with your-"
"Hylden bastard," Janos growled softly at the game room archway. Syvia looked and saw a pair of eerily burning green lights coming from the darkened room.
"Filthy vampire," a voice growled back. Janos rushed into the room and the beating of wings mingled with several crashes and the sound of breakable things being hurled against the walls.
The human girl sighed, climbed back into her chair, and watched as videogame Kain and Umah teleported back to Sanctuary.
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Hi people! Finally got inspiration and the drive to do this. ^_^ Review please. :-D
*sighs and goes back to the long haul that is Chapter ten of Restoring Balance*