Who's Controling Who NOW? Chapter 18: And this one time, at band camp, a legacy of kain fanfic

Disclaimer: I own them. *points to Adojan & Zofia* Myself. *points to herself* And nothing else. (Specifically, in this chapter, the title is that well-known quote from American Pie.)

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

Thanks go out to Ranmyaku, as always, for beta reading the fic & for being such a good listener. ;-D

Syvia- *cuddling a sleeping Chibi Adojan* *softly* Later on he'll regard these chapters as therapy... it's the only place he can get me back for the hell I'm put him through in Restoring Balance. *smirks*

C Adojan- *mutters & turns in his sleep*

Syvia- *hums a lullaby*

..........................................."And this one time- at band camp..."......................................

Raziel seemed to smirk. "That color looks lovely on him," he said, considering the purple bruise that made Moebius' eye stand out in stark contrast from the rest of his face. There was an evil glint in one of Raziel's burning eyes as he rose from the ottoman and leisurely stalked out of the room. Syvia gave him a sidelong glance as he bounded up the stairs, wondering if she should go and monitor his behavior.

Umah had abandoned her annoyance, as well as the subject of it, in favor of less smutty pursuits, namely putting her clothing back on. She brushed her clothing vigorously, ridding the violet material of dust and tisking over the spots of blood on the underside of the cape spread over her lap. She squinted at the thick cloth and began to pick at the stains with a sharp black nail. Eventually the vampiress gave up with a growl and threw the cape over her shoulder, nearly hitting Sebastian in the face. Kain watched as she straightened her clothing, replaced the armor on her shoulder, and proceeded to struggle with the clasps. The look on the silver-haired vampire's face was one of growing disappointment- almost like a child watching his favorite blanket being put in the washer; he knew he'd get it back at some point... but he wanted it now.

"Umah," he murmured, caressing her plaited hair with his talons, "angel-fangs...." The Blood Omen vampires snickered at this as the vampiress pulled her black and violet tresses from Kain's grasp with a neat little twist of her head. Kain sat behind her and tried again, running his hands over her shoulders and down towards her elbows. "My dearest little blood-bunny..."

Syvia slumped down into her blanket, effectively hiding her face and the smile that had appeared on it. Hearing vampiric pet names... or, Kain's version of them, anyway- was almost amusing enough to make up for the scene downstairs.

Umah paid no attention to Kain but continued to fix her armor, which, after careful inspection, had been found to have dents and more than one loose fastening. The vampiress sighed in annoyance, both at the constant nagging of her lover and the dented armor, and threw the latter on the floor. She leaned down to put on her armored boots, and noticed as Kain rubbed a hand up her thigh, that her leg was bare.

"That was nine minutes and forty-six seconds," Faustus chuckled to Sebastian. "Pay up!"

"Oh, yes," the still bare-chested vampire drawled, glaring at the other. "Just let me get my wallet..." he turned to Syvia, "if you would be so kind as to untie me?"

The girl's eyebrows rose. "What are you talking about?"

"Sebastian bet that it would take ten minutes for anyone to notice where Umah's stocking had gone. I said it wouldn't take so long, and I won," he turned to Sebastian again, "so pay up."

Umah had finally sighted her missing bit of clothing, wrapped around Adojan's horn, and politely asked for it back. The hybrid looked at her, startled, then touched his head carefully, and looked even more startled when he located the bit of cloth in question, amazed that it was there.

"How long was that hanging there?" he muttered, flushing slightly.

"For roughly half of an hour," Sebastian muttered. "I only wish I had made the bet when I first saw it." Faustus smirked up at the hybrid.

Umah rolled the stocking, then drew it slowly up her pale leg as Kain looked on, horrified. "Darling, I said I was sorry... I had hoped that we would finish..." he leered at her suggestively.

The vampiress smiled and ran her fingertips over the line of his jaw. Then, very sweetly, she said, "Finish yourself." Smirks flitted around the room, all except for the unconscious visitors, Janos and Vorador, who were arguing their way through a puzzle in the Industrial Quarter section of the game, which required the use of the Charm gift.

"No, no," Janos' heavily accented voice was saying. "Charm the man in the other room and make him turn the lever."

To which Vorador replied, "I know how the gift works, sire- I have it myself, you know."

Umah had finished putting on her boots and was muttering something to Kain that Syvia couldn't hear. Whatever it was- it made Kain's cheeks go pink. Sebastian and Adojan smirked lewdly and Faustus uttered what sounded suspiciously like a giggle. Syvia's gaze fixed on Kain, wondering what Umah had said- why it made Kain go calmly back to his seat, and why he was sitting there now, thinking to himself. The silence grew. So did a peculiar sort of tension that didn't really speak of violence so much as... something else. Something that made Sebastian uncomfortable enough that he began to scoot closer to Adojan's legs- away from Kain. Syvia realized she wasn't going to get any answers from anyone and wondered what Raziel was up to... and whether she should go stop whatever it was.

The girl grimaced. After the events of the last hour she just wasn't that brave. As it turned out, she didn't have to wait. The vampire-wraith in question bounded down the stairs with a small grey bag in hand, a squishy little thing with a zipper on the top from one end to the other and patterned with faded pink flowers. Syvia recognized it instantly. It was her mother's make-up bag. Now what the hell would he want with- her jaw dropped as Raziel gently tucked the sleeping Time Streamer under his arm and traipsed out into the game room.

There was the sound of creaking springs- Raziel must have set Moebius on the sofa- and then a pause. A softly malicious chuckle drifted out of the darkened room- then a low moan; the Sarafan Lord- and the springs creaking again. Syvia sighed and buried herself in her blanket- unable to keep from wondering what- or who, the villains would blow up after seeing themselves... the girl shuddered.

Sebastian was still inching away from Kain- and not going very far, as Adojan had his hand on the younger vampire's shoulder and was strong enough to keep him from moving. "What is your problem?" the hybrid finally asked.

"He's got that look on his face," he whispered. There was no need to be more specific- it was that look- the look that meant Kain was about to jump on someone; either to initiate foreplay or tear their throat out. Adojan was merciful to the once again frantic vampire and they both moved closer to Faustus. Syvia noticed that Adojan didn't offer to trade seats. His generosity went only so far.

Umah had finally begun to wonder what Raziel was doing and wandered into the game room. It was more than a little odd to see nothing but their eyes in the darkness. Umah's were a pair of green-gold disks, reflecting the meager light flickering around the living room, and Raziel's like gas flames in shuttered candleholders. Parts of their conversation drifted out to the ones seated in the living room.

"No, no," Umah was saying. "That only goes on eyelids. Besides, this one would look much better with the Time Streamer's complexion."

A pause, then Raziel saying, "You're very good at this...."

"It is more of a woman's activity," she answered frankly.

Kain sighed as he finally realized he would not be getting her attention again tonight, and walked towards the basement door. The power drill started up soon after and without breaking the conversation, Janos snagged the remote control from a table and raised the television volume.

"Umah told him to go blow himself," Sebastian informed the girl. Syvia turned quickly and looked at him, eyebrows raised. "And meant it literally."

"No way... vampires aren't that flexible," she answered flatly. Faustus cleared his throat, and wiggled his foot (which was presently hooked behind his neck) at her. Syvia turned her face away. "Okay, now that was just creepy."

"Besides," Sebastian continued, reclaiming a large portion of the couch, "even if he weren't, there are other ways."

Syvia didn't ask, but the frequent glances she shot at him betrayed her curiosity.

"This one for the Sarafan Lord?" Umah asked, her voice loud with disbelief. "One of mine would look much better; the violet will match with his loincloth and bring out the green in his eyes."

"No color in the world could hide the green in his eyes," Raziel pointed out. "But I had planned to embarrass them by putting these substances on their faces."

"Few men are secure enough in their masculinity to accept the fact that makeup allows them to look pretty. If we can do that it will be just embarrassing to them as a badly done makeover."

"That," Sebastian said.

Syvia brought her attention back to the young vampire. "'That' what?"

Sebastian pointed his chin in the direction of the television screen and videogame Kain, who was doing the familiar long-distance sucking of blood... from a body that jerked up and down as liquid tumbled out of a large back wound and through the air to his mouth.

Suddenly she got it. The young vampires watched Syvia's eyes narrow as she processed that idea, and even got a mental visual. Her expression was one of disgust and the girl said once, decisively, "Ew."

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Syvia- *still rocking chibi Adojan* Sheesh... if I get any worse with the innuendo, I'll have to up the rating. *grimaces*

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