Title: Legacy of Kain: Reincarnation

Rating: PG - 13

Authors: Varyssa and Razielim Vampiress

Chapter: 2 out of hopefully no more than 10

Warnings: Language

Spoilers: None

Disclaimer: The LoK series belongs to Crystal Dynamics and Eidos. We own nothing but the plot and any original characters we insert into this story.

Summary: Kain and the lieutenants get stuck with their present day reincarnations after four of them find the chronoplast chamber. Zephon accidently gets the six past versions of themselves transported to the year 2005. What weird and strange things will happen before the vampires manage to get back to the past Nosgoth? Find out.

Chapter Two: The New Neighbours

When the light cleared, six new people had appeared in the strange chamber. "What the hell!" one of them exclaimed. One of the other men who was looking around confusedly suddenly dropped what looked suspiciously like a joint on the floor and trampled on it, "Alright," he announced, "I'm through with this shit!"

The four teenagers were staring at the six in disbelief and amazement. "Uh..." Melchiah whispered to his brothers, "What are they?"

Zephon turned and gave his youngest brother a stupid look, "They're six guys with claws, hooves, and extremely pale skin. Duh."

"Hey!" Raziel snapped, tearing his eyes from the strange men, "There's nothing wrong with pale skin!"

"Maybe they're... construction workers?" Melchiah asked hopefully, trying to ignore the fact that one of them looked very much like him, with the exception of many stitches in his face. Again the punky fifth born shot the stupid look at him, "Oh yeah!" he cried sarcastically, "Construction workers usually appear out of nowhere, have claws, hooves, pale skin and weird dress sense!"

"What's wrong with our dress sense?" the smoking man shouted.

"Where are we?" one of them asked Raziel. The goth shrugged and looked at his brothers.

"Uh...we're in the sewers...?" Rahab told them. The six stared at him, along with his own brothers. "Well we are! ...Sorta kinda..." he protested.

The man who'd asked the question looked around, "And how do we get back to the Sanctuary?"

"The what?" Raziel asked, looking at them as if they were the weirdest things on the face of the earth.

The six stared at him, wide eyed, "The Sanctuary of the Clans?" he repeated, "Uh, in Nosgoth?"

Raziel shook his head, "Nope, never heard of it. I dunno what you guys are on, but you're definatly not in Nosgoth or where ever anymore."

The six suddenly looked fearful. "What do we do now, Raziel?" the bald one asked. The man who had been talking to the goth turned, "How the hell am I supposed to know?" he shouted, his voice tight with nervousness. "Well you are the first born," one of the others said.

Melchiah chuckled, "Hee hee, his name like your name, Raziel."

Both Raziels looked at each other. "Uh, my name's Raziel," the stranger said. "So's mine," the nineteen year old replied, "These are my dumbass younger brothers, Zephon, Rahab and Melchiah."

The smoking man laughed, "Hey! You got a Turel and Dumah too?"

"Probably at the pub." Rahab muttered.

Melchiah's eyes glazed over, "Hey, you think-"

"No!" Raziel shouted, "After the shit dad gave them last time they definitely will not buy you a drink... or two, or three, or four, or-"

Stranger Raziel interrupted him with introductions of his own, "I am Raziel, this is Turel, Dumah, Rahab, Zephon and Melchiah." The group stared dumbstruck at each other before Rahab finally asked, "Uh...what are you?"

"We're the brethren!" smoking Zephon exclaimed. Stranger Rahab turned to his brother, "I doubt that means anything here, Zephon. We're vampires." he told his younger self.

Raziel and Zephon gazed at them in awe, "Woah..."

"Yeah, from Nosgoth so... uh... if you don't mind...can we go home now?" Raziel asked, "We're supposed to go meet Kain and he does not like to be kept waiting."

Melchiah started giggling, which resulted in a slap across the head from Zephon, "Geez, since when did you become such a dumbass?"

"Owww, Raziel tell him!" Melchiah whined, rubbing the back of his head.

"He's right though. Why is it whenever we're around other people you always act like the pathetic last born that nobody likes?"

"Sounds like you, Mel!" Vampire Zephon laughed, "Anyway, how do we get back again?"

The four humans shrugged which made the vampire gang look even more frightened than they already did. "You don't know?" Vampire Raziel shouted, "But Kain'll kill us!"

It was then that Rahab glanced at his watch, "Shit! We're late!"

His brothers exchanged fearful looks, they all knew what would happen if they were late... again. "We gotta go!" Melchiah cried, turning. He got to the entrance when he realized no one was following. He looked back to see his three older brothers looking at him innocently. "What?" he asked. "What are we gonna do with them?" Rahab asked. Melchiah shrugged, "Not our problem."

"We brought them here!" Zephon cried, "Well..." he paused, receiving death looks from his siblings, "I brought them here."

"They can't stay with us." Raziel told Zephon, who shook his head, smiling, "Sure they can! I'll explain every thing to dad! It'll be great, trust me."

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"You're late," Kain growled as his four sons finally joined him in the kitchen and sat at the dining table before four plates of food, "And you smell like sewer."

"Told you." Rahab mumbled to Melchiah as they both sat down.

"Turel and Dumah aren't here." Raziel pointed out, ignoring the sewer remark, considering that it was probably true.

"Turel and Dumah have already eaten and gone out." Kain said, struggling to stay calm and keep his composure.

"Mom's not here." Raziel mumbled into a forkful of mashed potato.

"Your mother is a successful business woman, you know as well as I do that she would much prefer to be here eating with us." Kain announced, watching his children reluctantly swallow cold mashed potato and sausages. "Where have you all been?" he demanded eventually.

The brothers all looked up at Zephon who placed his fork to rest on his plate and turned to his father.

"Talk about melodramatic," Raziel muttered.

Zephon ignored him and spoke to his father, "Well, we were on our way home when we kind of... fell... into that big construction hole about half a block down the road."

Kain raised an eyebrow, "You fell?"

The red head nodded innocently, ignoring Raziel who had stopped, a sausage frozen in mid air on its way to his mouth, to look at his brother in disbelief.

Kain looked around the table, "Is this true?"

The others nodded enthusiastically, "Yes father." the youngest brothers chorused. Kain looked up at his eldest, "Raziel?"

Raziel forced himself to continue eating the sausage and nodded, "Yeah, whatever."

"Anyways," Zephon continued, "We fell into this hole and wefoundsixvampirelordswhocamefromanotherworldndwhohaveexactlythesamenamesasusandbroughthemhome."

Kain stared at his son for a while, "What?" he asked slowly.

Zephon sighed and repeated, "We-found-six-vampire-lords-who-came-from-another-world-and-who-have-exactly-the-same-names-as-us-and-brought-them-home."

Kain sighed, "I worry about you Zephon. Finish your food. There's a good boy." He ruffled Zephon's hair affectionately and left the table, heading into the living room.

Raziel waited for his father to leave the kitchen before he turned to glare his brother. "I did tell him." Zephon said honestly.

Raziel opened his mouth to say something, but he was cut short by his father's yells, "ZEPHON! GET YOUR SORRY ASS IN HERE!"

Zephon got up, smiling triumphantly, "I told him."

He went into the living room, his brothers following in eager pursuit.

In the living room, the vampires were sitting rigid on the couch, scared to move or touch anything, except Zephon who had lit up another blunt. He quickly put it out on Melchiah's arm as Kain lost his temper, "WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT BRINGING YOUR PUNK FRIENDS INTO THE HOUSE!" Kain yelled at Zephon.

The teenager in question looked up, all innocent eyed, at his father, "They're not my punk friends, father dearest." he mocked, "They're vampire overlords from a parallel universe." Raziel nudged his brother. His father's temple was throbbing and he feared Zephon wouldn't survive the ordeal. He knew from personal experience.

"My lord," Vampire Raziel said, bowing to one knee, "We apologize for the intrusion, but-"

"GET OUT!" Kain screamed. Melchiah yelped and ran to escape his father's fury.

The brethren stood and exchanged nervous glances, as Zephon began to protest in their favor, "But daaaaaaad," he whined, "They haven't got anywhere else to go!" Kain glared at his son, "I hope you don't expect them to stay here." he growled. Zephon shrugged, "Well-" but Kain wouldn't let him finish and he once again turned to the vampires, pointing at the front door, "Out!" The vampires all obediently rushed out of the house.

Raziel was reminded of the mention of a vampire Kain. Clearly he wasn't so different from the human Kain. Perhaps the vampire Kain was easier going than his human counterpart. "I doubt it." Raziel muttered, answering his own thoughts.

"Whaddya do that for!" the now-angry red head cried, "Where are they supposed to go?"

"I don't care as long as they aren't here!" Kain shouted back.

Raziel backed away, heading for the basement as an argument to end all broke out.

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"I'm HOOOOOME!" Umah's saintly voice rang through the entire household. Raziel, who had been downstairs in his room listening to his stereo at full blast, cursed his mother. How she managed to be heard over the sound of Cradle of Filth was beyond him. He sighed as he stopped 'Black Goddess Rising pt II' (for u DG!) and forced himself to go upstairs and greet his mother, for he knew his father would play holy hell if he didn't.

"Hi mom." Raziel said in a flat voice, poking his head into the kitchen where Kain was serving some extravagant dish he'd thrown together for his doting wife. Raziel sighed. Cold bangers and mash compared to some weird French dish with prawns. At least they knew where they stood in their father's eyes.

Umah looked up to greet her son when, as always, the trusty mobile phone rang. Raziel counted his blessings. If his mother was otherwise engaged it meant he could return to his hideaway in peace. He was just closing the door when his father called, "Raziel, go and tell those damn neighbours to turn the bloody music down!" Raziel perked his ears and could make out the faint sound of some happy pop song. He groaned, knowing better than to question Kain and reluctantly popped next door.

He had to ring the door bell thrice and then knock the window before someone actually answered. To his surprise it was the vampire Raziel. "What the hell are you doing here?" the goth asked.

Vampire Raziel allowed him into the house before shutting the door hastily after him. "Well, we needed somewhere to stay." he pointed out.

Raziel looked around the hall. Vampire Turel was clearing up what appeared to be bloodstains. "What about the Thompsons?" he asked, fearing the answer.

"He looked at me funny!" Vampire Zephon's cry could be heard from the room beside them, a thin layer of smoke was seeping through the door frame. Deciding against asking the vampires any further questions and not wanting to hear the details of how his previous neighbours had met their demise, he went ahead and asked them to turn their music down.

"Is that what that is?" Vampire Turel asked, looking upstairs, "It's coming from the room Rahab claimed. We dunno what it is."

Raziel followed the second born upstairs to Rahab's room. Raziel almost flattened himself against the wall upon entering. Inside was the most unholy thing he'd ever seen!

Against a shocking pink wallpaper were posters of smiling pop bands and smiley face stickers; enough to make anyone sick. Rahab was burying his head in a Barbie pillow, trying to escape the deafening sound of 'S Club Juniors'. Raziel ran to the hi fi and cut the power. Vampire Rahab finally looked up and hugged Raziel, much to the teenager's discomfort, "Thank you! Thank you!" he cried, "I was so scared! It's as if the room itself wasn't bad enough!"

"What is it?" Vampire Turel asked, examining the hi fi.

Rahab shrugged, letting Raziel go, "It's evil!"

"It's a hi fi," Raziel explained, "Don't you people have technology?"

Judging from their expressions, they did not.

"This 'technology' is amazing, look!" Rahab pushed a button on a Barbie alarm clock, 'Hi, I'm Barbie, wake up and let's have some fun today.'

Vampire Turel and Raziel backed away, leaving Rahab to his investigations as to how the 'small woman' talks.

In the next room, vampire Dumah seemed to have discovered the joys of TV and beer.

'Much like the other Dumah,' Raziel thought as he shook his head, 'Another pathetically lost soul.'

Melchiah was in the bathroom, examining the stitches in his face in the mirror, "Hey!" he called to Turel, "I'm peeling again!" Melchiah looked over at them and revealed a large piece of his cheek peeling away. Raziel and vampire Turel cried, "Oh Gods!" They both turned from the gross sight and bolted downstairs where vampire Raziel had become attached to the coffee machine and was watching the flow of cappuccino into a cup.

"And everyone around here thinks I'm weird." Raziel muttered heading for the door.

Vampire Turel went with him, "You're not leaving us are you?" he asked.

Raziel nodded, "Uh, yeah. I'm going home."

The vampire looked crestfallen, "But, we need help! We don't know anything! We can't go out because people look at us funny, and we can't do anything here because we don't know what anything is! We need help!"

Raziel backed further toward the door, "Tell you what? I'll come see you tomorrow, ok?" He rushed out the door before vampire Turel could protest, "If you're still alive that is."

TBC