Authoress Sana- Wow, I've managed to cook up a plot for chapter 6 within a month of updating. Simply amazing.

High Priest Seth- So proud of you. (waves "Go Sana" banner over his head unenthusiastically)

Authoress- (glares) Anyway, here's chapter six of Reincarnations of Eternity. And in case anyone is confused, this part of the story takes place in 19th century London.

Disclaimer- Sana owns nothing; simple enough for you? Yes? Good.


Chapter 6- Dreamtime in London (Vampire Heart)

Thomas greeted Cain when he returned from the Baron's party, adorned in his usual black and white, his cane loyally residing in his hand as it always did.

The Head Butler bowed, "Welcome home, Master Cain."

Cain handed his coat over the Thomas, "Thank you, Thomas. It's a relief to be back."

"The usual mindless chatter, Sir?"

Cain sighed, hanging his cane on its usual hook, "The one and the same Thomas. How is Mary?" (1)

"The poor girl has locked herself in her room yet again, Sir. She refused to come downstairs and eat her supper," Thomas chuckled as he suddenly remembered the girl's remark, "And she wishes to say that you should quote, "get off your lazy bum once in a while" end quote, and to tell her your plans from now on in person."

Cain gave Thomas a surprised look, and then proceeded to laugh softly, "What crude words. I hope that this is not the tutor's doing."

Thomas smiled, "Oh I highly doubt that, Sir."

"Have I missed supper?"

"Indeed, Sir. Shall I have the cooks make whip up something?"

"No, that's alright, Thomas. It's late anyway. I shall see you in the morning then."

"Of course, Sir."


Sleep never came easy to Cain. He was somewhat of an insomniac and the daily stress that he bottled inside himself didn't make his state any better. He saw himself as the lead in a scripted drama playing over and over again to the audience all around him in the theatre that was his life. And just as in Mary-Weather's tragic plays, something always went wrong and the plot took a turn for the worst. Everyone preyed on the bachelor and his wealth, surrounding him like packs of wolves ready to tear him to shreads, in a lifestyle of constant parties, pleasure of all varieties and aristocratic battles for dominance.

He didn't care for the power that he held in his slender hands. He didn't care for the bubbly girls that threw themselves at him, flirting and ass-kissing whenever he was forced to be around them. He didn't care for the aristocratic parties that he attended on a regular basis or the filthy-rich snobs that crossed his path each day. The only people that he felt that he could trust were Thomas and half-sister Mary-Weather, mainly because he had known the Head Butler since he was a small child and the curly-haired girl had half of his blood, this crimson substance being the link that they shared. Everyone else and everything else just didn't matter to him.

Cain stirred the tea that one of the many maids had brought him, tapping his spoon on the porcelain rim. He gazed into the liquid, his stolid reflection staring back at him as usual, but he swore that he saw something else. Blinking, he looked deeper into his tea, seeing a pair of glowing crimson slits behind him. Spinning on his heel to confront the intruder, he saw that there was no one there. No, he had relaxed too soon; there was indeed someone in his presence. He looked at the far wall seeing Mary-Weather standing in the doorway. Cain proceeded to catch his breath, "My God, it's just you, Mary."

Mary-Weather blinked, "Who else would it be?"

He sighed, rubbing his eyes, figuring that he was just tired and seeing things that weren't really there, "Never mind. What are you doing here?"

"'Couldn't sleep. I can see that you can't either."

"You're right. I can't."

"What plagues you, Cain?"

"Life."

"Life?"

"Yes."

"Hn. You're very strange."

Cain chuckled, seeing a frown on the girl's face, "Did you come all this way just to tell me that?"

"My room is just down the hall."

"You're dense Mary."

"So?"

He sighed, "By any chance, did you see anything strange while you were in your room?"

Mary-Weather instantly thought of the dæmon but decided that she was just tired, "No. Nothing at all. Is that significant of anything?"

"Never mind, Mary. It's late. Off to bed with you."

She frowned, "Yes brother," and she left, leaving the door cracked open behind her.


"You are going to die, Mademoiselle."

"No! No, I won't dæmon! You lie!"

"Lie?" The figure chuckled, "That is no lie."

She starting coughing, her vision growing blurry and body deteriorating, "I refuse to die at you hands dæmon!"

The dæmon smirked, "Who said that it would be at my hands?"

She squinted her eyes, trying her best to see the figure, "Wha-- What do you mean?"

The dæmon chuckled once more, running at her, "You'll see."

She screamed as the dæmon combined with her, taking over her mind and body, "You shall indeed see, sooner than you think." (2)

She screamed, "CAIN! HELP ME!"

The dæmon smirked with her mouth, "So that's his name. Your Cain will soon be mine, Mademoiselle Mary-Weather."

Mary-Weather sat up in her bed with a start, holding and rocking herself as she shed terror-inflicted tears, "No. Please no. That can't be. It's just a bad dream. Go away, go away, go away." (3)

She climbed out of her bed and rushed to the door, running down the hall to Cain's bedroom, tears streaming down her fair skin. She flung the door open in a panic and leapt onto Cain's bed, grabbing his body for support.

Cain who had been sleeping soundly was woken by the noise of his door being slammed against the wall and reached for the pistol that he always kept under his pillow, quickly pointing it at the figure that was now on him. He blinked when he saw that it was Mary-Weather, "Mary? What happened?"

"Dæmon. In my room, in my dreams, in my bed," she trembled in his arms, "Says that I--I will d-die."

Cain remembered what he had seen earlier that day in his tea, "Where is it now, Mary?"

"I—in my head."

-How strong a will
How long to kill
Vampire's out to play
He's going for his prey
Now why is this he shouts?
How clear of a mind with perfect precision
A game it will find-

Cain's eyes widened as the girl's body grabbed the pistol and pointed it at his brow, a lower-pitched voice seeping from her mouth, "You know your destiny, Cain. There's a reason why you were named so." (4)

Cain's body became still, "I don't know what you're talking about, dæmon."

"You lie, Cain. You know perfectly well what I'm talking about. You're destined to kill me and your little bastard of a sister."

He growled, glaring at Mary-Weather's face, "Never!"

"You don't have much of a choice, Monsieur."

Cain found his wit and chose to risk their lives, his hand grabbing Mary-Weather's neck, causing the dæmon to choke. Taking this advantage, he grabbed the pistol and turned it on the dæmon, pointing it at his half-sister's chest.

The dæmon only smirked further, gasping for breath, "Do it, Cain! Kill me! Do it! It's what you were meant to do!"

He pressed the pistol to Mary-Weather's heart, "Get the bloody hell out his my sister, dæmon!"

A small chuckle escaped the choking dæmon's throat, "Point that thing all you want, Monsieur. I'm not afraid of death," and clearly it wasn't because the dæmon's hand grabbed the trigger of the pistol and started to push it in.

Cain tried to pull away the pistol from the dæmon's grasp, suffocating it much to the dæmon's pleasure, "I-- I was created from your s-sister's misery and d-depression. It's your own fault that she s-suffers. You should have given her m-more. More t-than everything. You h-have shown her l-love and c-compassion. You s-should h-have c-cared!"

That was it; the dæmon had gone too far, "I've had just enough of you!" He yanked the pistol away from the dæmon but he wasn't fast enough and--

-How sweet can it taste?
How good can you feel?
The enemy is dead
Your victory is real-

Cain could hear screams and crying fill his head and he held it, covering his ears to make it stop. But the screams only increased in volume, a young man's voice filling his head with grief and pain.

"Why? Why!"

Cain cringed and replied, "Because it was meant to be this way. I was meant to be this way. I was destined to do this!"

"You were mine once! You were pure once! This mentality did not exist once!"

The words that emitted from Cain's mouth were not his own, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry Atemu."

"SETH! NO!"

--and the gun went off. The next thing he saw was Mary-Weather's body falling from the bed to the floor, her eyes wide and glazed over. As her body hit the floor, a thick pool of crimson formed around it.

-How deep can you fall?
How low can you feel?
How sweet can it be?
To know it is real?-


Thomas and the servants burst into Cain's bedroom, their faces horror-stricken and shocked. On the bed lay Cain, his half-sister in his arms. The floor had been dyed crimson and the drapes had been drawn. Moonlight shone on Cain's face, his expression frozen in time as Mary-Weather's head was cradled in his still arms. The pistol lay at his side, feathers from his pillows coating his frame and the floor.

The two looked like fallen angels, their wings torn out and tossed aside, and tragically the servants could tell that they were both dead. A bullet hole through Cain's satin shirt and dripping blood from the girl's chest told the loyal servants of what had happened that night.

But there was one thing in the room that seemed out of place; on a piece of ink stained parchment on the bed, Mary-Weather's cursive upon one side, was written with blood, a spine-chilling note:

"Throughout the ages we have seen, he has never known what I mean. But I suppose that one thing is real. They say that misery loves company. They say that fate is cruel. And for one young man and his dear sister, this couldn't be more true. Once more I am pushed aside, for again to me he has lied. No, it was not fated in this life, but perhaps in another we will be together. No matter how many bloodshed nights it takes, one day, in one life, you will be mine, my beloved Seth."


You can't escape the wrath of my heart
Beating to your funeral song
All faith is lost and hell regained
In the dust of the wrath of shame
Just be brave

Let me wake in the sun of my heart before
Lead you along this path in the dark
Where I belong until I feel your warmth

Hold me like you held onto life when all fears came alive and entombed me
And love me like you loved the sun, scorching the blood in my vampire heart

I'll be the thorns in every wound
You can send my hope
I am the nightmare waking you up, from the dream, the dream of love

Let me be indisposed as heaven's gates hold
Gave you my soul, started to love
I'm waiting for your kisses to take me back home

Hold me like you held onto life when all fears came alive and entombed me
And love me like you loved the sun, scorching the blood in my vampire heart

Hold me like you held onto life when all fears came alive and entombed me
Love me like you loved the sun, scorching the blood in my vampire heart

Hold me like you held onto life
My vampire heart

Love me like you loved the sun
My vampire heart

-End of Dreamtime in London-


Authoress Sana's notes- The song excerpts at the end is from The Vampire Strikes Back by Die Krupps, and the ending song is Vampire Heart by HIM.

1. Just a shorter way to say Mary-Weather.

2. The dæmon absorbed into her and took over her being.

3. Spirited Away reference. Before Haku finds her crying, Chihiro says this when she finds herself trapped in the Spirit World as she can't cross the river and sees herself disappearing.

4. Bible allusion: Cain ended up killing his brother, Abel, and is known as the world's first murderer.