Hello readers and fans of the delicious sexy Kain. I do not own Kain but Antigone is my character. I wish I owned Kain though… yea wishes… good evil dirty wishes. Legacy of Kain and characters belong and are property of Eidos. I do like the reviews so please review, even the criticism(just not flamers). My story switches between Kain and Antigon's point of view so try not to become confused.

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           Resurrection

            Chapter one

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       Antigone's POV

          I dragged my body up the stairs to my apartment. My legs tensed they hurt so much. Every day I stayed here it became more and more like hell. My stomach grumbled. It hurt so bad. I haven't eaten in two days. Was what I went through everyday worth this? Was having a home worth the payment of his touch? I hated my self for letting this happen to me. Some times I wanted to end it all. Living in Nosgoth is hell. I approached my door. The apartment was shabby and I couldn't afford any better. There were cracks in the ceiling and walls. Water leaked from above whenever someone took a shower up stairs. I walked over to the answering machine. It was falling apart but I gess I'm lucky that I even have a phone. One message, I pressed the button: "Mz. Black this is Mr. Vasquez, we regret to in form you that you are no longer under our employment." When the message ended I felt dead all of my hopes crushed. I only got this job a few weeks ago. How was I supposed to leave now? With out my job I cant save up enough money to eat let alone leave. I rubbed the bruises that began to appear on my arms and wrists. I could not wait until I left this hellhole. I couldn't handle this anymore I needed to escape. I don't care that the room was free it wasn't worth it. I crawled in to my bed hungry and tired. Am I destined to always be miserable. I closed my eyes, only to let the nightmares come.

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        Kain's POV

          My eyes opened. Nothing but darkness, was I blind? Were was I? Walls enclosed around me. I remembered the battle. Was I struck down? I was enclosed in what probably was my tomb. I laughed to my self no one was able to kill me, and so many have tried. I lifted my hands to push the heavy stone lid off. It did not move. I was much to week I needed to feed. I could hear something moving out side of my eternal prison. Slowly the lid of my tomb began to move. A strange light poured into my tomb. I covered my face. What was this? The light was too bright to be a candle or fire, but it did not burn my skin. What strange magic was this? I lifted my head to observe my surroundings. My vamperic eyes adjusted quickly. I seemed to be in a chapel of some sort. Directly in front of me hung a mural of me when I was young, just a fledgling, defeating the Sarafan lord. What was this place? Strange humans, dressed in what seemed to be ceremonial robes, began to surround me and hum some strange song. Did these humans worship me? To think humans were still as stupid that they would worship something that would not have a second though when killing them. A short fat human man approached me, "Kain, I see you have awoken successfully." I looked at the pitiful human that dared to speak to me.

"Human tell me how is it that you came across my body? " The human brightened, it seemed eager to answer my questions.

"Our covenant came across it a more than a century ago, your tomb was passed down through the years to a appointed care taker."

"Human how is that you were able to resurrect my body?" 

"Over the years we have filled your tomb with blood as an offering, your skin began to regrow and your body began to come alive, so we keped filling it with excessive amounts of blood to see if your body could be revived."

" Tell me human what year and who rules now days?"

"The year 2004, and kings no longer rule Nosgoth, the government does."

 I lifted my self and raped my claws around the human's neck. A smile spread across my face. I tightened my grip as the human choked and scratched at my arms.

"Why.... Kain..We helped... you," he gasped.

"Tell me human is there a reason for my awakening?" His feet kicked air.

"We...help......sarafan tyrants."  I loosened my grip.

" The sarafan have returned...." Flash backs began to run through my head. The battle, who was he? Had the sarafan arisen once again? I sank my fangs in to the pathetic human's neck. His warm blood rushed in to me, giving my body strength. I then reared around to face the rest of the human cattle. They stared at me unsure of what they should do the very thing they revered had killed ther leader. I was still so thirsty and there still were these human cattle. "Now, run humans, I would much rather hunt."

With these words, horror spread across the humans. Some ran to hide. I stuck my claws in to the back of one as it ran. The ripping sound of his flesh made my mouth water. It did not matter, none would escape, and I would hunt them all.

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   Antigon's POV

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My eyes fluttered open.

dee dee dee dee dee dee dee

My alarm was going off. I reached over and taped snooze. I was having a marvelous, but strange, dream. I hated for it to end. It was the first Descent dream I've had in years. In it this occult man, or creature, saved me but then it all became illogical. Some blue demonic thing told me I had to help the creature that saved me. He then tried to tell me his name but before he could I woke up. Anyway it was better than the nightmares I have every other night. I looked over at the clock. "Shit" I slept all day, it was already 4:15. I rushed in to the shower, quickly got dressed, and lightly put some makeup on. By the time I was done I remembered the message. My hart sunk how stupid of me. Well, since I'm dressed I might as well walk down and get my paycheck, they are going to pay me for the work that I had done. Maybe I would look for a new job wile I was out. It would give me a reason to go outside and I really needed a job now. Now days jobs were so hard to find though. I cant believe I was fired after I worked so hard. I was almost out the door when I was grabbed from behind. Jason the superintendent wrapped his arms around my waste. I didn't have the nerves to put up with him now. He was so revolting I hated it when he touched me.

"So ware do you think your going so fast?"

"Just to a friends." I answered.

"You wouldn't lie to me now would you?" A chill ran down my spine.  He wouldn't let me get a job as long as I lived hear. I had to keep the one I had a secret. He didn't want me to have a life.

"Of course I wouldn't," I answered lying. He through me to the floor.

"You lying bitch, I know about the job, how dare you go against my rules you need to be punished." A smile spread across his face. "Come up stairs now" pulling me to my feet. Anger shot through me. Before I knew what I was doing I slapped him. A hand mark began to appear on his face.

"Don't touch me."

"What?" The look on his face was pure fury "what did you say?" Strangely I felt calm, usually I would have never spoken to him like this for fear of the beating I would receive or being kicked out but now. . . it was different. I felt nothing I did not care. I stood to my full height, I was quite tall 5'11" I think, and looking at him with the most disgusted look I could think of.

"Don't ever touch me"

"I don't think you. . ."

"If you ever touch me ill kill you." I cut him off, the shock was plane on his face. I turned to leave.

"Antigone if you leave you can't come back" I ignored him and walked out the door.

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Kain POV

         With my thirst now quenched I could feel the strength returning to my body. The chapel was under ground. I took me awhile to find my way through the twisted maze of halls. Each of the halls where covered with exaggerated images of my self and the Soul Rever. I came upon a strange room. The stone door was out of place from the old oak walls. I pushed the stone, strangly it was light and opened easily. The room was filled with ancient relics. Most I could tell were unearthed near my old sanctuary now probably in runes. On a petalstool, in a glass case, laid a book. This book must have been written some time after my supposed death. I broke the glass and swiped the shards from the pages. The pages were old and yellowed. My eyes widened, this book told of my downfall and of my assassin. Apparently a young sarafan Preset had arisen. He contained some kind of magic that was deadly to all vampires. I turned the page to find a picture of my assassin. He wore the customary sarafan armor and in his hands laid the Soul Rever. I recognized the face. The now great sarafan lord Christopher Drake, black hair, and cold gray eyes. This was indeed the one who had attacked me and striped me of my weapon. This man though he could kill me, I would hunt down his kin and retrieve my weapon. I will have my revenge.