Legacy of Kain is not mine. Neither is Twilight, which is a real pity as I could use the fucktons of cash.

Kain had been quite appalled when he discovered that he was no longer dead.

He was slightly less appalled when he deduced that he was buried underground without even the benefit of a burial shroud much less a proper casket, although he was quite frustrated.

His frustration had only multiplied when his hunger drove him to claw his way to the surface.

Cold air assaulted him almost as cruelly as the revelation of his resurrection as the Earth split beneath the cool night sky to reveal the dirt smeared form as Kain, the world's last true vampire, crawled like a newborn babe from the dirt that had sheltered his (at the time) lifeless corpse. Birth metaphors and imagery notwithstanding Kain was neither thankful nor optimistic about his sudden return to life, but to say he was curious would be an understatement. To say he was angry would be a greater one. His mouth opened wide…and kept on opening as his jaws distended and lengthened, four need-like fangs sliding into place with a sickening wet sound as his eyes glowed with a pale light, from his gaping mouth emanated the furious hiss of a great demon who had seen paradise and had been whisked away to return to Hell.

Who has done this…thing? He thought to himself, his throat was to dry and hoarse to talk oh how he needed to fee-Who has done this thing?

Whether he had been roasting in Hell or relaxing in Heaven had been a moot point. He remembered only…peace. Heaven or Hell, he had been free from the cruelties of the flesh, free from the curse of vampirism -Is it a curse? Really? Or a blessing?- and in the darkness, he had heard her voice, felt the closeness of her soul.

Heaven or Hell, it didn't matter. She had been with him, she had loved him, they had been together… but no more.

They had been together in death, but by returning to the living world, he had been cut off from her.

"Who has done this thing?" He demanded to the stars above.

The Pillars, the Pillars, I must get the Pillars, I must find Ariel. The earth bound spirit of the Pillar Guardian will surely have answers.But then, he remembered that in sacrificing himself, he had healed the corruption of the Pillars of Nosgoth, and thus had saved the world from a slow and ugly death. In doing so, he had released Ariel from her earthly binding, she was now enjoying the peace of death herself.

Kain could have roared in rage, could have cursed fate, but instead he only closed his eyes and laughed.

There was no joy in the sound, only bitter amusement.

How could this be? The question rolled over in his mind, again and again. In the end, the how didn't matter. Only the why. He had been brought back for a reason.

"Mortanius? Old Necromancer, are you out there?" He asked, invoking the name of the undead sorcerer who had raised him as a vampire. He had been a servant of Hash'ak'gik, and his body had destroyed itself to allow The Unspoken to cross into the mortal world. But what was death to a master of the dead?

"Moebious?" The Time Streamer, an ally of the vampire hunters who had driven his race to extinction, Kain had severed his head. But what was death to one who controlled time itself?

"Anyone?" Silence answered him, not the silence of the grave, but the silence of the forest.

He couldn't sense the blood of mortals nearby, only animals.

That didn't mean that nobody was behind his resurrection, only that had not been around to view the results, a wise decision to be sure. The vampire finally found the fortitude to sit up and look around. He was in a forest, one not to dissimilar to the forest surrounding The Pillars, it only made sense that he was nearby but he could not see the Pillars of Nosgoth, not matter which direction he looked. The Pillars rose hundreds of feet into the air, reaching up past the clouds, so high into the clouds that they pierced the sky, no one had ever seen the tops.

He must have been disposed off (Buried seemed hardly the word to describe his interment.) far away from The Pillars, and it occurred to him that even as a child growing up in Coorhagen he had been able to see the massive objects far in the distance. Without even the vaguest hints of the Pillars presence he felt…exposed, unsafe and lost. Or was it more than that? Had something happened to The Pillars in his absence? He had to contact the new members of the Circle of the Nine, the powerful sorcerers and warriors who served and protected The Pillars. He had killed the last Circle in his efforts to cleanse Nosgoth, with The Pillars feted on the souls of their servants, they had surely called new Guardians to take up the old mantles.

Time Streamer, Necromancer, Warrior and Statesman, just a few of the titles granted those who served as The Nine. Or…was it to soon? The Pillars called their Guardians at birth, perhaps the current Circle was nothing more than a gaggle of nine whelps who knew nothing of their destiny. How long had he been dead? Another question that ate at him. Surely not that long for he still wore his Iron Armor, would that not of rusted and rotted away in the Earth of he had been in the ground for so long? But then again the magnificent suit had been forged in the fires of Hell, the red and black chain mail protected him from the swords of Sarafan vampire hunters and the claws of The Unspoken himself.

Questions, questions, and not an answer in sight. Someone was trying to make him a pawn, Kain sensed. Mortaniushad tried to do so, as had Moebious, and in the end Has 'Ak'Gik had tried to use them all. Everyone one of them had tried to manipulate Kain into doing their bidding, and for The Unspoken he had been nothing more than a tiny gear in his great engine of destruction. Every single one of them had died screaming at his hands. Kain allowed himself a smirk at the thought. This new "master" would meet the same fate, but first he had to feed.

Kain reached out with his senses, human blood was preferred, but animal blood would rejuvenate him, buy him time to explore and plan until he could find a proper human meal. Suddenly, a whiff of something delicious tickled his nose. A human girl…young…a virgin, probably had just entered the area. Kain stood, whipping dirt from his face and chest as the scent danced around his nostrils like some high priced whore teasing him with all the promises of the flesh. But promises could break, and the shattered pieces could cut like glass. As carefully as he could manage in his hunger for blood, Kain crept through the damp forest, until he stumbled upon a sickenly beautiful meadow. An illusion, perhaps? Some foul siren trying to snare him as prey? The suspect in question and the source of the tantalizing scent sat just a few feet from him. A brown haired girl, beautiful he supposed, in her own sad little way. She sobbed wildly, wiping tears and snot onto her strange clothing.

"O-oh -E-E-E-Edward…why…did…you…leave…me?" She choked out in between sobs. "AHGUUUUHHHK!"

Kain winced at the horrid sound of her caterwauling. Perhaps his comparison to a siren was a bit premature, a far better creature to compare her to would be a banshee. Still, Kain drew on an illusion of his own. The power of Beguile was a spell he had learned in order to move more easily amid his human prey, it would serve his purposes well here. Kain stepped into the sickening rays of light, feeling them sap his strength. The sun was no friend to him, but determination allowed him to keep up the mask of humanity.

"Child, are you alright?" He asked, forcing the contempt from his voice and adopting the closest thing he could manage to a paternal tone.

Bella Swan stopped her sniveling long enough to look up at Kain, the ancient vampire.

And so it began…

I like Alice. She's goofy, and Ashly Greene (who plays her in the movies) is a babe. I might let her live long enough to become Kain's vampire concubine.