DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN LEGACY OF KAIN OR NOSGOTH OR THE CHARACTERS. I so own however Syanne, Drevmar and Ravard. The character Kimsan is based on a good friend of mine Kim aka angel, this wee chapter is for her. If I have missed out something on the disclaimer don't sue me! He he!

To all my reviewers: thank you all so much J I wasn't going to keep on with this fiction but I decided hey! Oh and I apologize for it being such short chapters, so this one is going to be nice and long…well not to long. So I hope you enjoy

Oh aye its going to get a little confusing so sorry if I make ur brain explode I will detail it as best as possible

Anyhow I shall shut ones gob and get on with this…

Syanne

Three nights has passed and my Lord, friends and fellow clan members left for battle, a long stream of armoured vampires marched towards the north. I stood on top of the fort starring out, silently hoping they would return safe. Dumah had been 'kind' to me last night showing affection, only a little as though he would never come back. I held a hand onto my stomach, butterflies were a horrible feeling. The moon light was blocked by a row of thick cloud, the clatter of the metal began to fade as they soon became out of sight. Sighing I knew there was nothing else I could do. I began to think of Drevmar and Kimsan and especially Dumah. If anything happened to them what would I do?

I made my way down the uneven stone steps, my dress trailed along the ground giving a familiar sound as I walked towards the gardens. Stepping beside the marble seats I placed a hand on top feeling the coolness of the stone, it was a clean feelings, like water would be to a human I presume, it eased my nerves and again I sighed closing my eyes to clear my thoughts. 'My lady, Lord Zephon has arrived.' Ravard stood a short distance in front of me, I looked up and nodded slightly ' Send him to the meeting room, and have a slave bring him a fine glass of fresh and I mean fresh blood. I shall be with him shortly.' Ravard gave a sharp nod and stood looking at me. 'What is it?' I said quietly. He stepped closer to me and leaned his head forward. 'Syanne do not think I speak out of turn but I do not trust lord Zephon, I find it very strange with all that's been happening.' He whispered and backed away with a matter of fact look upon his face.

.I smiled and shook my head. 'Ravard my friend you took the words right out of my mouth.'

Together Ravard and I walked to the meeting room. Two guards bowed slightly and opened the massive chamber doors for us. The room was in the west wing. It was lavished in thick Incatrite red carpets. Long Velvet curtains and a massive mahogany square shaped table with eight grand chairs. The walls were lined with spectacular paintings and shelves of books, which were given to Dumah by his brother's and fledglings. Which of course he had never read. At the head of the table sat Zephon. 'Oh God's.' I thought to myself.

Sitting on what usually is Dumah's seat I gave a disapproving look. I could hear Ravard's breathing become quieter and an uncomfortable silence fell between the three of us. 'Welcome my Lord Zephon to Dumah's fortress I hope everything is to your liking, your chambers are ready and to the east…' I was interrupted by Zephons high pitched tone. 'Leave Ravard I wish to speak to our ladyship in private, now go at once.' Ravard glanced down at me and gave a small nod 'Yes sir.'

With that he left. He sat there looking at me up and down, and un-notably I found myself mimicking him. 'Poor Dumah, he never gets a minutes piece does he Syanne. Oh well, I have been chosen to look after you my dear. I intend to do so, very well.' His voice became quieter as he spooled on with his nonsense speech, I knew for a fact he had not been chosen! He had 'offered' his kind services in the aid of his elder brother Dumah. Pah! Well he wasn't going to make me look like a fool, I heard he had a way with words, and unfortunately so do I.

Although I said nothing. I sat at the opposite end of the table and sat up straight showing that I was not intimidated by his presence. But of course it was a front, I was trembling inside. Nervously I began to tie my hair back and fidget with my clothing as if removing invisible creases. 'My, my why tie back you're lovely hair, please let it back down. Stop titivating your clothing woman you're dress is fine!' Barely an hour or so into this place and he thought he was the new leader. 'Zephon if you don't mind my asking. Who is looking after the Zephonim?' I decided to dodge his orders and it seemed to work. 'My second and third born, they are strong vampire's and capable, I will however require to jump back and forth between clans no guess however the others will appear from time to time also.', He said while staring at the base of his glass. 'Others, my Lord?' tilting my head I frowned. 'The other lieutenants…', 'Oh I see.'

Another silence fell between us as he took his eyes from his glass back to me. 'How are things between Dumah and yourself?' Now I knew Zephon was up to something he never cared about anyone bare himself. If he did take an interest on something it was usually for his own benefits, but I bit my tongue and pretended not to catch on, act like he was only trying to make some small talk. 'Very well Zephon.' He smirked. 'Then how did you get that cut on your lip and the mark on your face? It must have been a pretty hard hit for it to have stayed so long on a vamp...'

'I fell during training, now I must go I have business to attend I shall send someone to guide you to your chambers I bid you goodnight!' How dare he! It was none of his business and even though it was by Dumah's hand he shouldn't have implied so anyway. What a fool!

I stood up to take my leave, and as I reached for the door I felt a massive pressure on my upper arm. Turning round quickly Zephons talon held on, squeezing tightly. 'You listen to me, never leave without my permission! You had best know your place! You may be a whore of Dumah's but by hell does it give you authority over me! I am the fifth born of Kain!' His face was in inches of mine. Trying to back and struggle out of his grip I banged against the door. I had, had enough. ' You maybe so, but your brother, Dumah, third born of Kain has asked you to take care of his clan, and I being part of this clan expect the same respect as any other. Now I would appreciate if we left this conversation as it is and begin your new routine tomorrow.' Trying to keep my calm I gave a final pull and Zephons grasp loosened.

He was still within a few inches of me looking very angry but stunned at the same time. Had no one stood up to him before? His pale face looked daunt and dreary, his pointed nose and wide forehead made him look out of this world…strange looking vampire he really was. No wonder he had no female, Dumah was right. His appearance was as ugly as his personality.

I could feel a slight tug at my hair, being dragged from my thoughts my attention was drawn to his talon which had my white ribbon in it, the one I used to tie back my hair. He gave a crooked smirk. 'See much better, I like you're hair free.' Confused and slightly worried I gave a nervous laugh and opened the door. 'See you tomorrow, we shall meet in the main halls at what time you please, send a slave to inform me.'

With that I left. I was really dreading this. And I knew he was defiantly up to no good at all.

Well what a load of shite : )

Sorry about that im having a bit of writers block ha-ha!

Ill try n make the next chapter better and longer.

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