Moths

 

Disclaimer: Legacy of Kain belongs to Edios and Crystal Dynamics not me. I am making £0.00 out of this fic, it is written purely because I have a burning need to create. Although I would like to own Vorador . . . then he’d be mine.

 

Warning: this fic contains YAOI (GuyXGuy), blood play and a lemon, if this offends or upsets you do not read this, it’s that simple.

 

Rating: M

 

Pairing: Kain/Raziel

 

Setting: post Blood omen 2 pre Soul Reaver one. In the time of the clans.

 

Italics mean flashback.

 

Authoress note: A random idea that’s been floating around for a really long time finally made itself into a ficlet.

 

Enjoy.

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Chapter one

{Raziel}

 

He’d been sleeping now for a moon.

 

It was warm when Kain first fell into sleep but now it we were starting to get frost at night. A clear reminder of how much time had passed. A little over two months had come and gone and still Kain had not woken. Raziel shivered in the cold wind, remembering the strange look his father had given him when he had at last slipped into the extraordinary sleep. The look had been hard, concern showed through the rough gaze but the look had been calculating and cool. Raziel had not seen a look like that since his birth when his every move was suspect and his every word was taken to be a veiled threat. It was painful to be looked at like that again. But Kain’s words had not been harsh.

 

He had promised to wake, but so far that promise went unfulfilled and Raziel waited alone. His brothers had not disturbed them thinking that their disappearance together was something sordid no doubt, and wanting to keep away. Raziel laughed, if only they knew. But then if they did know, the fledgling shivered again but not from the cold, he doubted any of them would make a violent move to their creator but still chances not taken were those with the highest survival rating. He had been tempted to call on Melchiah, for company if nothing else, for out of all his breatherin it was the youngest which he trusted above all others. But this event would no doubt lead him to panic, for it was Kain’s protection that kept Melchiah alive. If Melchiah thought Kain was no longer able to protect him then his actions may be irrational and panicked.

 

So Raziel kept silent vigil alone. It wasn’t so bad when he was awake, it was worse when he tired to sleep, at least awake, he could occupy himself most of the time then, dealing at distance with the affairs of his clan, and rummaging through his father’s desk always intrigued him but also always left him confused. Strange maps he didn’t recognise with towns he had never heard of, it was all very strange. These last few months had been strange indeed. First his father’s odd behaviour then this sleeping death that now held him still and unmoving on the bed.

 

Raziel sighed remembering the weeks before this sleep had taken Kain. The older vampire had been exhausted easily, usually Raziel found himself lagging behind when they hunted together but in the last few weeks Kain had simply sat and waited for him. It had slowly gotten worse, till he stopped going outside the sanctuary, then he stopped leaving his rooms. On the occasions Kain had woken he had been stiff, sore and often quicker to anger than usual. If was as if he were sick. Then days before the sleep had fully taken hold it had gotten to the point where Raziel had been struggling to bring his father to wakefulness at all.

 

It was that time when dusk becomes true night when Raziel entered the sanctuary; the air was humid, holding tightly to the heat from the day. Raziel had regretted walking to the sanctuary and wished he’d rode either his own mount or a carriage, anything to be not walking in this heat. But it was done now; he had arrived a few moments ago and now found himself opening the door to his father’s rooms without knocking. The main room was silent and still so he ventured further and still found nothing so he moved to the room where he knew Kain slept.

 

The room was spars compared with some bedrooms Raziel had seen. It was simple and clean, the long windows leading to the balcony lay open behind the curtain, to let in wind but not light. The breeze was starting to cool and stirred faintly at the mosquito nets around the bed; with the increase in temperature and large amounts of stagnant water in Nosgoth, the insects were rampant feeding on mortal and immortal alike. But it was not the bugs that bothered Raziel, but rather the still lump under the light sheets.

 

That was odd.

 

It had been dark now for a good length of time, and still Raziel knew his father could move in the daylight if he choose to; many of the older ones could all but Melchiah and strangely Rahab were almost immune from the light. But despite this Kain was still asleep. Raziel entered the room properly closing the door behind him with a soft sound. The sound was quiet but even that should have been enough to disturb the older vampire from rest. Yet Kain lay still, only the slow rise and fall of his chest belayed the fact that he was no true corpse.

 

“Father?” Raziel frowned, hoping the sound would cause him to stir.

 

Yet still the elder did not move. Raziel approached and after a moment laid a hand on his father’s chest, still no movement. Raziel jerked his hand back with a small startled sound, Kain was cold, not the cool of a vampire but cold. Panicking the fledgling shook his father roughly by the shoulders.

 

“Kain!” still nothing “Kain! Kain!” the shouts apparently were enough, the elder made a light sound and rolled over, grumbling into the sheets. Raziel felt relief surge through his body and his legs felt uncharacteristically weak. “Thank you.” He breathed to no one in particular and frowned hard at his father’s shoulder noting that the elders breathing had become slow once more. “Wake up!” he snapped and nudged his father’s shoulder. Kain rolled again, this time to face his child and opened an eye. Raziel felt panic rise in his throat, his father’s eyes were clouded, misty as if he were going blind. Kain blinked a few times and the cloudiness cleared and red flared over gold, a sign of hunger or anger.

 

“Raziel.” Kain breathed, glaring at his eldest “I trust the building is aflame?” Raziel frowned in confusion at Kain’s words “for why else would you wake me at this hour?”

 

“This hour!” Raziel said incredulous “it’s far past the dusk!” Kain frowned and rolled to look at the curtains still moving in the wind. Taking a deep breath through his nose the elder sighed

 

“So it is.” He breathed, “Well in that case, come lie with me.”

 

“I find you half dead and you want ….” Raziel started

 

“No child I wish to speak with you.” Kain smirked. “I have something of which you should know.”

 

 

Kain had attempted to explain the ‘change’ to his fledgling but Raziel had been something of a distraction after about three minuets of lying still and quiet. In the end the fledgling had forgotten what his father had started to say. But now he wished he had listened, he wished he had better control of himself, he wished he had been able to listen to Kain’s words at least long enough to understand before becoming bored and changing the topic to something less articulate and far more energetic.  Raziel shivered in the now cold wind and turned back inside and shut the windows behind him. Pulling the curtain closed tightly he moved to the lounge set across from the bed.

 

Pitchers of blood sat on the desk in what little space there was, for despite the room being spars and neat the desk was something else entirely, it was usually covered in scrolls, maps, ink both in pots and spilt on the wood. Raziel had carefully moved things aside in order to place the jugs on the desk. Briefly he wondered if two would be enough. Shortly before this sleeping death, Kain had taken to draining two or more mortals a night, sometimes venturing out to hunt down a third or fourth. But then the closer the time came the less he moved. He was like a fledgling.

 

Now that Raziel thought about it, it had been as if his father had been aging backwards. So far back that he was acting as if just raised. Drinking enough blood for three vampires his size and sleeping constantly. It was as if the Lord of Nosgoth was himself newly raised. The idea made Raziel smile a little, it might have been nice to have been the father and Kain he fledgling. He thought about it for a moment longer and changed his mind, no it would have been odd for it to have been that way around, and he would have missed having his sire actually be his sire.

 

He stood once again and found himself slowly pacing the room. Kain still showed no signs of waking, what if he never woke, what if this was an illness. Raziel felt his heart beat start to race at the thought. What would he do if left alone? Thoughts of running the clans moved through his mind briefly but they fled under the greater fear of being abandoned. Of being without his father. He kicked at the rug, it was ridiculous, he was no longer a fledgling, he was capable of looking after himself and others, he minded his own small clan did he not? He did not need someone to look after him. A quick glance at the still form on the bed made his stomach drop. He might not ‘need’ his father in the sense of a child needing protection but he still needed him.

 

What if he never woke up?

 

To be alone, abandoned forever. But no it was ridiculous, Kain had said this was normal, this was natural for their kind. But then why had none of the others ever entered torpor like this? But even if it was an illness, it couldn’t kill Kain, surely not, not an illness. A blade maybe, a clever hunter perhaps but not an illness. Raziel doubted anything could truly kill his father now-a-days. It was simply impossible Kain was too strong, to overwhelmingly powerful. Nothing, nothing could kill him.

 

Why wasn’t he waking up then?

 

Why was this happening, natural or not it was terrifying the young vampire, and Raziel found himself curling on the bed next to the cold form of his father. Knowing that if Kain did not wake then neither would he. He would not be forced to face everything completely alone. It would be too hard. Trying to even out his own breathing, despite not actually needing the oxygen, Raziel closed his eyes and tried to trust his father. Kain said he would waken then he would. Yes it had been two long, long months but still he breathed and so he was still alive. Or at least alive in the way that vampires are. He would not die.

 

He would not die.

 

But what if he did?

 

As he fretted a slow movement went ignored by his senses, the breathing next to him changed its rhythm and claws buried themselves weakly in his hair.

 

“Raziel?”

 

End chapter one

 

Authoress note: well that’s the first chapter, please review to let me know what you thought ^_^

 

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