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He touched the skin of the one he loved, holding it tight. His lover winced at the touch, and expressed a feeling of agony, and he wasted no more time... The two embraced, holding one another tight, and they forgot all fears and worries, all in this one moment. What did it matter about vampirism?
He broke the embrace, and Julie giggled, reaching out for that bottle of champagne the enjoyed for such occasions, where she last placed it on the stand, only to find empty air.
"What the..." Gareth questioned, only to spot a dark figure retreating into the night, said champagne bottle in it's mits.
"HEY!" Gareth yelled, running out of the home, after the dark figure, which he could already tell was a vampire itself. He didn't want to run far from Julie though, and gave up after he lost sight. It was only a bottle, although it was good quality. Grumbling, Gareth walked back indoors.
Bob sat on the rooftop of the building he had just ran out of, and popped open the bottle he had just found, chugging it's contents. It seemed to taste better than all of the previous drinks he had had before in comparison. He was in for a disappointment, however, when the bottle was slapped out of his hands, until it rolled into the roof's gutter, neck pointed up.
"WHAT do you think you're doing!?" Kat hissed. "Haven't you had enough of this stuff?"
"Leave him, Kat. If he wants to be an idiot, let him." Matt said. "We still need to find Lord Raziel. I've tracked him back up to this place, but after that, he had just... dissapeared."
"Oh, him!" The trio turned to find another vampire on the roof behind them, rolling his eyes.
"That Raziel was sent back to your sanctuary a few days ago." Gareth explained.
"Uh... thanks." Matt bowed in gratitude of the information given.
"Now, may I please have my well paid liquor back?" Gareth asked calmly, his hand held out. Bob sullenly pointed to where it fell in the gutter; it's contents still not even half-empty. Gareth disappeared, making his exit with it.
"Great. All this for nothing. Lord Raziel's already home!" Matt groaned.
"No need to hang around here, then." Bob commented wistfully.
"Oh, come on."
Raziel hated falling asleep. He wondered which was worse; the nightmare he was currently 'living' in, or the nightmares his sleeping produced. In the end he decided on the latter, cursing his treacherous body for giving his subconscious all those evil ideas. And he needed to resist that evil for as long as he could. So he did his best to stay awake. It wasn't much good though. Being chained to a wall tended to not only be uncomfortable, but also quite boring. Plus, he hadn't had a good drink in a while. Not since he had been to the human citadel, in fact, and fed on sheep nearby. He was thirsty... And he could smell something coming from outside the dungeon. It was definitely blood. Human blood. As the odor wafted towards him, he found himself recalling the human he had drank, smiling. The first time he had drank a human was so good no other liquid seemed to compare...
And he really wouldn't mind sinking his teeth into something...
/No./ Raziel reminded himself. He was righteous. A sarafan. He would resist this evil that the vampires had forced upon him. He wrinkled his nose in effort to block out the smell. But his shackled hands couldn't block out the moan he heard, of someone dying in one of the adjacent rooms.
Kain seemed to have chosen an oddly appropriate place for a dungeon. Right next to his 'cellar'.
After that, a vampire entered. It was the female Raziel recognized from earlier, he noticed.
"Raziel." She said sadly. "Please, why do you fight it still? Give up and come back to your senses."
"Go away." He hissed.
"But we miss our Lord. We... the Razielhim need him... you."
"The Razielhim?" Raziel commented. "You mean... I ... created..."
She nodded solemnly. Raziel stood, silent for a time. "No." He said, finally, stating his denial. His mind now had the fresh image of him placing a bloody wrist into some person's mouth, turning them into vampires as well. Raziel did his best to block that imagery out.
The female looked behind, and realized she should take her leave. "Have it your way, then, SARAFAN." She sneered, leaving.
Soon enough, Kain entered the dungeon, scrutinizing Raziel as he approached. Raziel eyed him back, defiantly, and narrowed his amber eyes as Kain stopped. He was still thirsty, and wished he could take down the uber-vampire before him, drink his blood, take revenge for what he did to him. Almost involuntarily, Raziel struggled against his shackles. But they were designed for strength.
"Are you quite finished?" Kain asked his captive coolly.
"Die, fiend!" Raziel simply spat.
Kain ignored him. "Well, Raziel, there seems to be a problem." Kain walked around, standing next to Raziel. "Nothing seems to wake you up." With that said, Kain smacked him on the head. Hard.
"Aaaaaaaahhhh!" Raziel growled. "Bastard!"
"And that doesn't seem to work either." Kain said, repeating his attack for further emphasis.
"HEY! Stop that, demon!"
"I want my lieutenant back, however. At least there's another around this...."
"Get this straight, /Kain/; There is no way I'll serve you. Not now, not ever. Kill me if you must, but I will not become that demon again. Put the thought out of your head."
"You sound so sure of yourself." Kain mused.
Raziel looked away, lest Kain see the fluster that worked its expression onto his face. "I do happen to know myself. I'm a sarafan; no one can take that from me. There's no way I'll stop being loyal to my cause."
"Oh, don't worry about that." Kain mused. "You'll still be loyal, just not to the side you wanted."
"Why you..." Raziel snarled, struggling at his bonds again. "BASTARD! You'll never make me a vampire! Just kill me, dammit!"
TWACK!
"And cut that out!" Raziel yelled, after getting hit again.
"Kill you?" Kain seemed to think for a moment, considering. "Let me tell you something. For a time, I, too, despised this 'gift'." He looked at his claws, which were once hands. "I sought for a release, and while doing so, was led to kill the circle of nine...."
Raziel's eyes widened in realization. The same circle of nine he was employed by...
"You..." Raziel gaped, horrified. "Malek, Michelle, Mortanius... MOEBIUS!? MY MOEBIUS! You murdered them?"
"Well, some of those." Kain corrected, offhand. "Most of them were different from the ones of your age, I suppose." Kain did not mention that Vorador killed most of the circle of nine, then. "Besides, they were led to corruption from a conspiracy when the balance guardian was murdered. They had to be killed. But when I had finally done so, I realized; I was new balance guardian. For the corruption to end, I had to die."
"And you refused to sacrifice yourself." Raziel replied wryly. "You know, I doubt this is going to impress me, so if you're..."
Kain held his hand up, silencing Raziel. "Not only did I not so that, but I gave up searching for a cure. As vampires, we are dark gods, Raziel. Superior to humans."
"Don't give me that crap." Raziel sneered. "Vampires are evil demons. Justice needs to be done, and they, and you, have to be killed."
"But you ARE a vampire, Raziel." Kain pointed out. "Relish the fact..."
"Bah. Your pleasures mean nothing to me."
"And those of the sarafan do?" Kain scoffed.
"Let's just say nothing gives me more satisfaction than putting a vampire's head on a pike." Raziel grinned demonically, though he didn't realize it.
"Just as I thought. I know humans: They.... You love conquest just as much as any vampire. You simply do it in the name of righteousness." Kain smirked.
"Well, it IS righteous." Raziel pointed out.
"Yes, yes..." Kain waved Raziel's point off. "Vampires are obviously no angels. There's no excuse for bloodlust. But people like the sarafan apparently have that excuse; righteousness."
"Excuse?" Raziel repeated flatly.
"Excuse." Kain confirmed. "Just because someone or something is evil, that's no reason to kill it. If anything, that's just sinking to their level. Or lower."
Raziel paused for a moment, considering, before talking to Kain again. "The vampires are demons, who deserve no less...."
Kain frowned. "Must you loathe vampires so much?"
"Yes." Raziel stated dully.
"Raziel, I could do a lot for you. More than you can imagine. Why fight?" Kain asked.
"You're evil, demon."
"And you're not?" Kain mocked. "You're not listening to me!"
"Of course not. Everything you say is warped to get me. You're just trying to confuse me. I can't listen to a word you say."
Kain tilted his head in contemplation. "True. Some of it anyway"
"Why, for a vampire, you DO show signs of limited intelligence. Of course!"
Kain seemed to bristle with indignation at the insult the ex-sarafan threw at him. But then he walked in front of Raziel, smiling coldly, looking directly into his eyes. Somehow, this intimidated Raziel, and he cringed...
Kain bared his fist in front of Raziel's face. Raziel just looked at warily.
"Do try and show me some respect, Raziel." Kain said, warning him.
"As if." Raziel replied.
Kain didn't seem too happy, and picked him up by his collarbone, Kain's claws sinking into flesh, lifting Raziel above the shackles, which still held him.
"WHAT did I just say?"
"I don't... care!" Raziel spat. "Go ahead... torture me... all you.... Want." Raziel managed to voice out through Kain's stranglehold, daring him. "I'll... never give... up!"
Kain began to chuckle darkly. And then he slowly let Raziel back down. "Really?" He mused.
"Do your worst." Raziel scowled, and then braced for the worst. But nothing happened. Slowly, he opened one eye to see Kain smiling at him. "You know, you're right."
"Huh?" Raziel really didn't expect Kain to admit that.
"I wouldn't even be surprised if the Sarafan are trained for this sort of thing. Pain won't affect you enough. I'll just have to use... another method..." Kain commented, thoughtfully, turning to leave.
Raziel stared at the uber-vampire's back, worriedly. Just what was that fiend up to now?
Well, there have been enough requests to get Raziel bashed up a bit. I did my best to prevent it from becoming a blatantly violent fic. Sorry for the wait, I had a bit of other work to. My life tends to get busy around this time of the year. Reviews and feedback appreciated.
He touched the skin of the one he loved, holding it tight. His lover winced at the touch, and expressed a feeling of agony, and he wasted no more time... The two embraced, holding one another tight, and they forgot all fears and worries, all in this one moment. What did it matter about vampirism?
He broke the embrace, and Julie giggled, reaching out for that bottle of champagne the enjoyed for such occasions, where she last placed it on the stand, only to find empty air.
"What the..." Gareth questioned, only to spot a dark figure retreating into the night, said champagne bottle in it's mits.
"HEY!" Gareth yelled, running out of the home, after the dark figure, which he could already tell was a vampire itself. He didn't want to run far from Julie though, and gave up after he lost sight. It was only a bottle, although it was good quality. Grumbling, Gareth walked back indoors.
Bob sat on the rooftop of the building he had just ran out of, and popped open the bottle he had just found, chugging it's contents. It seemed to taste better than all of the previous drinks he had had before in comparison. He was in for a disappointment, however, when the bottle was slapped out of his hands, until it rolled into the roof's gutter, neck pointed up.
"WHAT do you think you're doing!?" Kat hissed. "Haven't you had enough of this stuff?"
"Leave him, Kat. If he wants to be an idiot, let him." Matt said. "We still need to find Lord Raziel. I've tracked him back up to this place, but after that, he had just... dissapeared."
"Oh, him!" The trio turned to find another vampire on the roof behind them, rolling his eyes.
"That Raziel was sent back to your sanctuary a few days ago." Gareth explained.
"Uh... thanks." Matt bowed in gratitude of the information given.
"Now, may I please have my well paid liquor back?" Gareth asked calmly, his hand held out. Bob sullenly pointed to where it fell in the gutter; it's contents still not even half-empty. Gareth disappeared, making his exit with it.
"Great. All this for nothing. Lord Raziel's already home!" Matt groaned.
"No need to hang around here, then." Bob commented wistfully.
"Oh, come on."
Raziel hated falling asleep. He wondered which was worse; the nightmare he was currently 'living' in, or the nightmares his sleeping produced. In the end he decided on the latter, cursing his treacherous body for giving his subconscious all those evil ideas. And he needed to resist that evil for as long as he could. So he did his best to stay awake. It wasn't much good though. Being chained to a wall tended to not only be uncomfortable, but also quite boring. Plus, he hadn't had a good drink in a while. Not since he had been to the human citadel, in fact, and fed on sheep nearby. He was thirsty... And he could smell something coming from outside the dungeon. It was definitely blood. Human blood. As the odor wafted towards him, he found himself recalling the human he had drank, smiling. The first time he had drank a human was so good no other liquid seemed to compare...
And he really wouldn't mind sinking his teeth into something...
/No./ Raziel reminded himself. He was righteous. A sarafan. He would resist this evil that the vampires had forced upon him. He wrinkled his nose in effort to block out the smell. But his shackled hands couldn't block out the moan he heard, of someone dying in one of the adjacent rooms.
Kain seemed to have chosen an oddly appropriate place for a dungeon. Right next to his 'cellar'.
After that, a vampire entered. It was the female Raziel recognized from earlier, he noticed.
"Raziel." She said sadly. "Please, why do you fight it still? Give up and come back to your senses."
"Go away." He hissed.
"But we miss our Lord. We... the Razielhim need him... you."
"The Razielhim?" Raziel commented. "You mean... I ... created..."
She nodded solemnly. Raziel stood, silent for a time. "No." He said, finally, stating his denial. His mind now had the fresh image of him placing a bloody wrist into some person's mouth, turning them into vampires as well. Raziel did his best to block that imagery out.
The female looked behind, and realized she should take her leave. "Have it your way, then, SARAFAN." She sneered, leaving.
Soon enough, Kain entered the dungeon, scrutinizing Raziel as he approached. Raziel eyed him back, defiantly, and narrowed his amber eyes as Kain stopped. He was still thirsty, and wished he could take down the uber-vampire before him, drink his blood, take revenge for what he did to him. Almost involuntarily, Raziel struggled against his shackles. But they were designed for strength.
"Are you quite finished?" Kain asked his captive coolly.
"Die, fiend!" Raziel simply spat.
Kain ignored him. "Well, Raziel, there seems to be a problem." Kain walked around, standing next to Raziel. "Nothing seems to wake you up." With that said, Kain smacked him on the head. Hard.
"Aaaaaaaahhhh!" Raziel growled. "Bastard!"
"And that doesn't seem to work either." Kain said, repeating his attack for further emphasis.
"HEY! Stop that, demon!"
"I want my lieutenant back, however. At least there's another around this...."
"Get this straight, /Kain/; There is no way I'll serve you. Not now, not ever. Kill me if you must, but I will not become that demon again. Put the thought out of your head."
"You sound so sure of yourself." Kain mused.
Raziel looked away, lest Kain see the fluster that worked its expression onto his face. "I do happen to know myself. I'm a sarafan; no one can take that from me. There's no way I'll stop being loyal to my cause."
"Oh, don't worry about that." Kain mused. "You'll still be loyal, just not to the side you wanted."
"Why you..." Raziel snarled, struggling at his bonds again. "BASTARD! You'll never make me a vampire! Just kill me, dammit!"
TWACK!
"And cut that out!" Raziel yelled, after getting hit again.
"Kill you?" Kain seemed to think for a moment, considering. "Let me tell you something. For a time, I, too, despised this 'gift'." He looked at his claws, which were once hands. "I sought for a release, and while doing so, was led to kill the circle of nine...."
Raziel's eyes widened in realization. The same circle of nine he was employed by...
"You..." Raziel gaped, horrified. "Malek, Michelle, Mortanius... MOEBIUS!? MY MOEBIUS! You murdered them?"
"Well, some of those." Kain corrected, offhand. "Most of them were different from the ones of your age, I suppose." Kain did not mention that Vorador killed most of the circle of nine, then. "Besides, they were led to corruption from a conspiracy when the balance guardian was murdered. They had to be killed. But when I had finally done so, I realized; I was new balance guardian. For the corruption to end, I had to die."
"And you refused to sacrifice yourself." Raziel replied wryly. "You know, I doubt this is going to impress me, so if you're..."
Kain held his hand up, silencing Raziel. "Not only did I not so that, but I gave up searching for a cure. As vampires, we are dark gods, Raziel. Superior to humans."
"Don't give me that crap." Raziel sneered. "Vampires are evil demons. Justice needs to be done, and they, and you, have to be killed."
"But you ARE a vampire, Raziel." Kain pointed out. "Relish the fact..."
"Bah. Your pleasures mean nothing to me."
"And those of the sarafan do?" Kain scoffed.
"Let's just say nothing gives me more satisfaction than putting a vampire's head on a pike." Raziel grinned demonically, though he didn't realize it.
"Just as I thought. I know humans: They.... You love conquest just as much as any vampire. You simply do it in the name of righteousness." Kain smirked.
"Well, it IS righteous." Raziel pointed out.
"Yes, yes..." Kain waved Raziel's point off. "Vampires are obviously no angels. There's no excuse for bloodlust. But people like the sarafan apparently have that excuse; righteousness."
"Excuse?" Raziel repeated flatly.
"Excuse." Kain confirmed. "Just because someone or something is evil, that's no reason to kill it. If anything, that's just sinking to their level. Or lower."
Raziel paused for a moment, considering, before talking to Kain again. "The vampires are demons, who deserve no less...."
Kain frowned. "Must you loathe vampires so much?"
"Yes." Raziel stated dully.
"Raziel, I could do a lot for you. More than you can imagine. Why fight?" Kain asked.
"You're evil, demon."
"And you're not?" Kain mocked. "You're not listening to me!"
"Of course not. Everything you say is warped to get me. You're just trying to confuse me. I can't listen to a word you say."
Kain tilted his head in contemplation. "True. Some of it anyway"
"Why, for a vampire, you DO show signs of limited intelligence. Of course!"
Kain seemed to bristle with indignation at the insult the ex-sarafan threw at him. But then he walked in front of Raziel, smiling coldly, looking directly into his eyes. Somehow, this intimidated Raziel, and he cringed...
Kain bared his fist in front of Raziel's face. Raziel just looked at warily.
"Do try and show me some respect, Raziel." Kain said, warning him.
"As if." Raziel replied.
Kain didn't seem too happy, and picked him up by his collarbone, Kain's claws sinking into flesh, lifting Raziel above the shackles, which still held him.
"WHAT did I just say?"
"I don't... care!" Raziel spat. "Go ahead... torture me... all you.... Want." Raziel managed to voice out through Kain's stranglehold, daring him. "I'll... never give... up!"
Kain began to chuckle darkly. And then he slowly let Raziel back down. "Really?" He mused.
"Do your worst." Raziel scowled, and then braced for the worst. But nothing happened. Slowly, he opened one eye to see Kain smiling at him. "You know, you're right."
"Huh?" Raziel really didn't expect Kain to admit that.
"I wouldn't even be surprised if the Sarafan are trained for this sort of thing. Pain won't affect you enough. I'll just have to use... another method..." Kain commented, thoughtfully, turning to leave.
Raziel stared at the uber-vampire's back, worriedly. Just what was that fiend up to now?
Well, there have been enough requests to get Raziel bashed up a bit. I did my best to prevent it from becoming a blatantly violent fic. Sorry for the wait, I had a bit of other work to. My life tends to get busy around this time of the year. Reviews and feedback appreciated.