Waiting

 

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.

 

Rating: PG-13

 

Setting: Post Blood Omen one pre Soul Reaver.

 

Summery: Melchiah contemplates his own strengths and weakness while waiting for the first of his clan to rise.

 

Authoress note: Work can be dull sometimes when it’s quiet, so what else is there to do but write.

 

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He wasn’t entirely sure why he had waited so long.

 

His brothers had all created fledglings of their own; some had even done more than one. Melchiah sighed quietly to himself thinking briefly of Raziel who had after creating a single fledgling had made another three straight after and had almost immediately after seeing to their needs dropped them on their own and returned to his father. Melchiah wondered briefly at the strength of what it was that tied Raziel so strongly to their father, for he could not imagine leaving the creature now sleeping in his bed. She was perfect and he could slowly but surely feel her becoming his entire world. He was somewhat surprised that he hadn’t noticed this before. It had been an easy decision in the end; he had spent so long, so very long running the pros and cons of such a decision through his mind and in the end the decision had basically been made for him.

 

He had finally done it, he had finally passed his blood to another and deep down some where near his heart he knew he would do it again. It had not been hard and all the thoughts he had had about doing such an act no longer seemed very important now. Not when he had her, he had her to look after and her to keep him company, her whom he had decided he loved. Her name was Juliet and she was beautiful, tall for a woman and strong as many had to be to survive in this world; her spirit was fierce and her temper fiery; many times she had spoken harshly to him, she was the only human who had ever done so and instead of angering him it pleased him. She did not speak in harsh words because she looked down upon him as some of his siblings did, she did not shout out of frustration with him, she shouted at him out of pure defiance. She saw him not as a lord or a monster but as another creature, one whom she some times disagreed with but on the whole one that she loved.

 

She claimed many times to love him and he couldn’t help feeling something back in return. He had lain with her more than once and he had tasted her blood each time but never before had he given any of his back to her. But that was before he realized how short their time together would be. The thoughts of age had crept into his mind when Juliet had spoken of her brother who was soon to become a grandfather. Juliet had never had children of her own; she had been barren from birth and as such had never taken a husband. Few had asked her but she had always turned them away, her excuse being that she would never give them a family. But her revelation about her brother made Melchiah think, that soon Juliet too would age, and one day she may even die. It was what humans did, they aged and died. He had tried to push such dark thoughts from his mind but had found them forcefully returned one night.

 

Her blood had developed a faint tang to it that seemed off somehow, he had at first not let it bother him and had simply continued to love her. But he had mentioned it in passing to Turel at the last meeting, Turel had shrugged it off and the meeting had continued but later at the end Kain had bid him remain and when they were alone he had spoken of illness and death. Melchiah had panicked and then on his return this morning when he had lain with her, he too had spoken of illness, pain and death. It had frightened her he knew but he had then spoken of life eternal and of a world free from pain and illness.

 

She had been slow to understand, but when he spoke of vampiric life she warmed a little, she agreed that she would always want to be with him, that she could love him all her life as a wife would a husband; and he in return had told her of the children she could have. That combined with her love for him had been more than enough to persuade her and as they lay together she had pulled him down to her throat and had begged him. She had never begged for anything in all the time he had known her, she had been demanding before but never had she begged and it pleased him to give her what she wanted. What she needed.

 

When she had smiled at his as she slipped into death, he had known his choice was the right one. When her mouth had closed tightly around his own wrist, taking his blood into herself he knew once again what he had done was right. It felt so perfect so right to do this, to give life to another. He had smiled as he felt his strength fading and when his head had begun to spin; he only pulled back when the darkness began to close in on him. Hoping he had given her enough he had allowed her to slip into a sleep that would be long and deep. But when she woke they would be the same, they would have forever together with no fear of illness or age. He had been so happy then with thoughts of family in his mind.

 

But now he sat here and wondered, would she live, would she rise again, would she inherit his weakness, his need for flesh as well as blood. He did not know if his blood would be strong enough to bring her completely across the threshold of life into that of eternal life or eternal death however one wanted to phrase the vampiric existence. But he hoped it would, he hoped for this stronger than he had hoped for anything and for a second he found his thoughts returning to Raziel, how had his elder brother been able to show so little interest in his own children, was his interest focused purely on their father? So strongly focused that he did only the bare essentials to make sure his children did not perish before they had time to grow. Raziel had spoken once of not truly wanting children but rather of wanting to please his father by giving him a strong clan.

 

Thoughts of a clan had not troubled Melchiah much but now that he would have Juliet the thoughts of more seemed more pleasing. He doubted any would be as cherished as Juliet would be but he now no longer feared raising a clan. For some reason simply giving his blood to her had erased all his fears of passing on his weakness, his curse to others. Why did it matter if they were weak they were still his. He jerked suddenly, it was like he had been hit with lightening, he suddenly knew why his father had kept him, why he had helped him in so many things; why he had so much patience for him when he usually had so little, it was because Melchiah was his, his to look after, his to protect. Melchiah smiled to himself, never before had he been able to understand anything his father had claimed to do or think and it made him feel somewhat proud now to be able to claim an understanding of sorts.

 

He truly felt like he had grown now, he was no longer a simple fledgling but rather a father himself, he made a promise then to himself and to Juliet that he would be a good father, a good Lord. He whispered his promise to her and she stirred, opening eyes that were cloudy with the change, she smiled weakly at him and pulled him to her with feeble efforts.

 

“My Lord.” She breathed pressing against him and drifting back into her deep sleep.

 

“My Love.” He answered, “I will give you everything. We will be happy now, so rest well.”

 

Tomorrow he would take her to the sanctuary; Kain would know if she was well and he would give them his approval then they would make a life for themselves.

 

End Fic

 

Authoress note: Random and short but it was fun.

 

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