Confusion
Disclaimer: Legacy of
Kain belongs to Edios and
Rating: PG-13
Part: One of One
Set: post Blood Omen Two pre Soul
Reaver
Authoress note: I feel
broody today.
For all my
reviewers, who without I would have surely given up a long time
ago.
Confusion
{Kain}
He was still sleeping.
Absently the older vampire settled his hand on his new-born fledglings
head, twisting fingers through dark hair. Kain frowned at the sleeping
fledgling, had he slept that much when he had been a new blood? He doubted
it.
He was impressed that the fledgling had lived, surprised at the child’s
tenacity. The corpse had been badly damaged, yet it had pulled itself together
and had managed to hold itself together for nearly three weeks now. Waking only
occasionally to eat before falling into sleep again, Kain had yet to hear its
voice. It surprised him how much it was worrying him that there may be a
problem with his fledgling, he was quiet sure he had not slept like this when
he had been new born, even when badly hurt he had often just slept a day or two
to recover. He also remembered waking in the dusty crypt alone, only to begin ranting
at himself for his own stupidity in getting killed, his voice had worked just
fine.
But still why should he worry for this one, what did it matter if this
one died, he could always raise more. Yes it would be slightly less ironic if
he did not have the full set of serefan, but it was hardly an issue of major
importance. More like a sarcastic joke aimed at the hypocrisy that called
themselves serefan, to be torn asunder by their own hero’s. The idea amused
him.
Yet despite logically knowing that this ones death would not hurt him,
he fought to avoid it and had begun once again feeding the fledgling his own
blood rather than that of the mortals around them. It was tiring and took a
great deal of energy to hunt for himself while
constantly feeding another from his own veins. But his blood did seem to be
having a positive affect, when the fledgling woke now to be fed, his eyes were
brighter, seemingly he was aware of his surroundings, no longer just blindly
reaching for blood, but looking around briefly before looking to his father for
food.
The older vampire also found himself worrying
about leaving the fledgling alone and had as a result begun reading what he
could find on defensive magic’s, something that in the past he had not bothered
with, other than the simple shield he could wrap around himself. In his view
the best defence was a strong and quick offence. But he could not hunt the
streets and be here to protect his child at the same time and so he had tried
to learn how to expand his shield and keep it intact when he was absent, he had
tried to disguise the house he had taken, tried to make it so mortal eyes
simply did not rest on the building. He had even begun to try and lay traps for
the inquisitive and the murderous who may venture in when he was absent.
It was a lot of effort.
It was indeed a great deal of effort for something that he kept telling
himself didn’t matter. With a loud exasperated sound Kain glared at the stiring fledgling, he could lie to others when he had to,
he disliked doing so but it was possible, he could lie and he could make it believable.
But he’d be damned before he would lie to himself; he found he was lied to far to often without doing it to himself also. So he had to
admit that there was something to this issue of care for the fledgling now
blearily opening its eyes at him. Logically its death would not hurt him, he
would have lost nothing but a few weeks of his time, and as a vampire time was
not in short amount for him. Yet he did not want it to die. It was a strange
feeling, mostly in his abdomen but he feared that this creature would die, and
as such did everything he could think of to prevent it.
The fledgling smiled wobbly at him and he found himself smiling back at
it for a moment before he stopped himself. He liked that it was happy.
“Dear gods,” he breathed lifting his hand from the fledglings head to
bury his face in his hands “I’m becoming a doting parent,” he groaned, hating
the feeling of attachment he felt towards this small fledgling.
The fledgling in question was moving now, pulling weakly at his wrist.
He sighed thinking it hungry again and allowed it to pull at his wrist. But
instead of teeth in his skin he felt soft hair under his hand. The fledgling
had put his hand back on its head and was holding it in place while it settled
next to him, curling around him.
“Father?” Raziel
breathed.
End fic
Authoress
note: I don’t know why I wrote this. God its cold in here, my fingers are going numb!
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