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It turned out that the stove could not be easily repaired. Raziel felt that it was best not to mess with the gas anyway, since his incident with the electricity went badly. Most of the remaining repairs to the house were simple; things like tightening screws and putting in nails.

Azrael was rarely at the house. He usually came back only to sleep, and then left again when he woke up. Somehow, he managed to time his comings and goings so that he didn't disturb the neighbors too much with his motorcycle.

Janos took a day off from being the town's 'guardian angel' and instead helped Raziel paint the rooms that desperately needed it. He even managed to secure Azrael's reluctant assistance.

"I still don't see why I should be involved in this," Azrael said in distaste.

"Raziel and Jennifer have been kind enough to offer us shelter. It's the least we can do," Janos said, handing Azrael a roller.

"I appreciate the help, but I didn't expect anything in return. You've already done enough," Raziel insisted.

Janos grabbed Azrael by the collar to keep him from leaving. Azrael sneered threateningly, but he was ignored.

"There is one thing that troubles me," Janos commented once they got started. "I am led to believe that I was dead long before you were turned. How then were you able to find me?"

"I kept hopping through time," Raziel said. As an afterthought he added, "If I had any control over my journey, I would have come to you sooner."

Janos murmured softly, "I still believe in destiny."

"If you're thinking that's what led him to you," Azrael began, "remember that Kain told us the old legends of how you terrorized..."

"Enough," Raziel and Janos both said simultaneously. Surprisingly, Raziel's voice was louder and angrier than Janos'.

"Destiny, coincidence, and careful choreography," Raziel said, his voice dripping with unwillingness to explain further.

After they had finished painting, Janos remarked, "I still find it hard to believe that we're leaving the walls one solid color."

"No murals," Raziel said sternly. "We have some nice posters to put up when the paint is dry."

Janos and Raziel were washing the brushes out with the hose when Jennifer came home. Azrael had managed to run away before the cleanup began.

"I feel so bad now. Here you are doing all this work and I'm not around to help," Jennifer said.

"I know you're working to pay for the repairs," Raziel said.

"Well I'm here now, so I might as well help you clean up," Jennifer said, bending down to the brushes.

They had just laid the brushes out to dry when a lone figure strode up to the house.

"What brings you here, Kain?" Raziel asked.

"My travels have simply brought me here. If I may impose on your hospitality for a few days, I shall be on my way again," Kain stopped as if he just noticed something. "You've regrown your wings," he said in mild surprise.

Raziel stubbornly kept his wings squeezed against his back. "I still don't forgive you for ruining them."

"No, I don't suppose you would," Kain said unemotionally.

Janos stood and approached Kain. "You were the one who did that to him?"

"I had my reasons," Kain answered.

"Then I suggest you explain yourself," Janos said.

"If I hadn't destroyed him, he never would have been able to accomplish his task," Kain said.

Raziel laid a hand on Janos' shoulder, "I understand why he did it. That is enough."

Janos' mouth was set in a grim line, but his eyes betrayed a sense of confused sadness.

Raziel and Jennifer went back inside the house, leaving Janos and Kain alone to talk. Gradually, threads of their conversation could be heard as they began arguing.

"I finally learned to embrace the gifts that vampirism had brought me," Kain said. "We had indeed become gods!"

"The blood curse wasn't the gift. It tainted the divinity that we tried to bestow," Janos retorted.

The rest of the exchange was muffled until Kain yelled, "washout!"

"That's it!" Janos yelled back.

Jennifer and Raziel ran out of the house just as Janos grabbed Kain by the wrists and lunged into the air. Raziel unfolded his wings, but Jennifer put an arm across his chest. "I don't think you want to get involved," she said tersely. They both watched helplessly as Janos hauled Kain into the sky.

After a tense moment, Kain transformed into a flock of bats and landed safely on the ground. Janos dove down after him. Raziel took a few steps towards the combatants, but he knew that he was barely a match for either of them.

"Stop it," Jennifer yelled at them.

When they ignored her, Jennifer made a motion with her hands. Both Janos and Kain reverted to their plush forms. They immediately stopped struggling. Janos was in shock because this was the first time he had really seen his true body. Kain was only worried because he knew how fragile cloth could be. It took less than ten seconds for them to return to their normal flesh forms. They both glared silently at Jennifer; she returned their look defiantly.

Kain broke the silence. "You're still not at all like the vampire I remember."

"We've never met before," Janos said in slight confusion.

Kain turned on Jennifer, "You didn't give him all of his memories?"

"You're the one who didn't want him revived," Jennifer snapped.

"Fool girl!" Kain spat. "It happened!"

Raziel leapt between the arguers, "That's enough."

"Is it true?" Janos asked.

"It's my fault," Jennifer told him. "You do have missing memories."

"What happened?" Janos asked.

"Nothing good," Jennifer said sadly.

"She can restore your memories," Raziel said. "I shouldn't have let her keep them from you."

Jennifer shrunk away from Janos' hurt look. "Are you sure you want to remember what happened? Kain and Raziel can tell you just about everything."

"I want to remember," Janos said.

"This will hurt," Jennifer warned as she touched Janos' forehead.

Janos closed his eyes as he gained 400 years worth of lost history. His pain was not physical, as he had thought it would be. He winced at the horrors that he had lived through. The visions faded on the moment where he was leaping to attack the Sarafan Lord.

"Why did you stop? What happened?" Janos demanded.

"You fell," Jennifer whispered. "I doubt they would've killed you."

Janos trembled in shock as he realized what that meant. "It all went wrong!" he cried as he lunged into the air.