Tea and biscuits
Disclaimer: Legacy of
Kain belongs to Edios and
Rating: PG-13
Part: One of One
Set: post my fic Creation. – If you
haven’t read you may get somewhat confused. Sorry.
Authoress note: Post the
ending of Creation. God knows why I wrote this lol I was rather insane this
day. Why has Mortanius moved into my creative brain? *confused*
For all my
reviewers, who without I would have surely given up a long time
ago.
Tea and biscuits
{Janos
Audron}
The
ancient vampire sat staring across at the mortal in front of him.
It had
been years since he had spoken with Mortanius, the mortal ex-guardian of death.
It was almost pleasant if a little awkward. Too much history was between them
for them to be truly comfortable with each other. At that thought Janos found
himself thinking of Raziel and his father, Kain. Those two held more history
than most and yet to look at them now it would be almost impossible to tell.
But still there were days when Janos would find Raziel alone, sitting in a
darkened room thinking of the times gone past, the hatred he had held, the
anger, and the mistakes he had made because of it.
“It is
peaceful here, Janos.” Mortanius broke into the ancient’s thoughts, making the
winged creature laugh. Mortanius frowned at the ancient’s reaction to his
words.
“It is
quiet at the moment, either everyone is sleeping or they are out in the lands.”
Janos smiled at the mortal, “it is rare for it to be quiet.” The mortal smiled
and lifted a cup, filled with something that Janos hoped was tea. It had taken
him three tries to find it and only five attempts to make it despite Mortanius’
offers of help and instructions on what he should be doing. The mortal
ex-guardian of death had been highly amused by the whole situation.
Janos had
then proceeded to try and find something to eat. However the vampire mansion
had little in the way of confectionary. Yet somehow he managed to find a small
tin of biscuits, pointedly not wondering how long they had been there he place
it all on a tray and lead Mortanius to a small room in the east wing of the
mansion, hoping they would not be interrupted here.
“Thank
you.” Mortanius nodded, “you always were kind.” Janos smiled in return,
Mortanius’ words making him remember when he had last spoken to the mortal. It
had been on a battle field. Many had died that day and Mortanius had tried to
kill him. Fortunately he had failed.
He
remembered Mortanius as a child. He had always been somewhat hyper-active, many
had been convinced that the mortal did not know how to walk, only how to run;
nor how to speak only how to shout. It was not a rare thing to hear him
laughing from the other side of the citadel. It was extremely strange for a
guardian of death to have so much life to him; the previous guardian had all
been refined, quiet and usually wise. Never had they been like this mortal, so
brash and adventurous.
But
looking at the man across from him now Janos couldn’t see anything of that
child in him now. He sighed remembering when Mortanius had changed, gone from
the half wild but good natured creature to one full of dark thoughts, misery
and plots of death. It had been when he had learned of his fate, to be bled and
changed from a mortal to a vampire. He had not understood why the ancients had
wanted to do that to him, he was a guardian and as such he was immortal he did
not need the blood thirst to make him such.
The young
guardian had grown quiet, still and had taken to taking for extended periods of
time with Moebius and Azimuth. He had shunned his lessons and his teachers and
after a few months had taken his two other mortal guardians and had fled the
citadel.
It had all
gone wrong from there.
The
vampires had underestimated the guardians fear and hatred. They had under
estimated his strength and cunning and they had fallen under the mortal’s
assault. The sound of footsteps announced the arrival of Magnus as he crashed into
the small room and slammed the door, locking it and pushing a large heavy
bookcase in front of it before turning to acknowledge the ancient and the
mortal.
“Hello
Janos, it’s wonderful outside today. Greetings Mortanius, did you have a
pleasant journey here?”
“Um . . .
yes thank you.” Mortanius nodded to the new comer, he recognised this one by
looks only, he had seen him a few times but did not yet know his name or why he
was in the mansion now.
“Magnus.”
Janos called getting the fledgling’s attention. “This,” he turned to Mortanius
“is Magnus, he was at one time Kain’s second in command, I believe when they
were taking control of Nosgoth. He fell at
Mortanius
nodded, grateful for the introduction and offered Magnus his hand frowning at
the mud on the vampires hands. He opened his mouth to ask about it when he was
interrupted by more footsteps racing up the hallway. Magnus froze at the sound
and seemed to listen hard. But who ever it was raced clear past the small room.
“Now
Magnus.” Janos spoke again “would you care to tell me why you look like you
have rolled in the dirt and why you felt the need to re-arrange the furniture
to prevent our escape from here?” Magnus blushed under the dirt on his face.
“We had .
. . an accident.” He spoke quietly, and then was silent until he broke under
the ancient vampire’s soft stare “we sort of kicked . . . Kain into the lake.”
Janos’ and Mortanius’ eyebrows rose at the confession. “Well we were walking
and well . . . he sort of asked for it.”
“He
knocked you into the dirt.” Janos frowned pinching his nose, remembering why he
had only ever raised one fledgling. While simultaneously wondering how Vorador
had managed so many.
Suddenly
without any warning, the door shook under a blow. Magnus leapt from his chair
and hid behind Janos. The door shook again as it was kicked and the bookcase
fell to the floor. One more kick and the door fell from its hinges and a very
angry, rather burnt scion tore into the room. Magnus let out a loud sound of
amused terror and fled, around to the far corner.
Kain
glanced at the occupants of the room and nodded to them both.
“Hello
Janos,” he dipped his head “Mortanius I did not know you were coming today.” He
smiled a little and Mortanius flinched, clearly the Scion had fallen into
water, the left side of his body was red and sore but the right side was worse,
bits of skin were in fact missing in action and it was possible to see right
through his right cheek. Fortunately it was healing and as Mortanius watched
one of the deeper bleeding burns closed and the skin got the pink and shiny
look of half healed burns. “But please if you will excuse me I am other wise
engaged.” The last words came out as a growl and he lunged across the room at
Magnus.
However
the leap did not connect as another fledgling came from nowhere and rugby
tackled the scion as he leapt. They both crashed to the floor between the
ancient vampire and the mortal. Landing directly on top of the small table
holding the ‘tea’ and tray.
“Magnus
go! GO NOW!” Sebastian held the rather surprised scion down. Magnus did not
waste the chance and bolted over the two and out of the room. Kain hissed
loudly and twisted under Sebastian but the others weight and his own injuries
prevented him from either injuring his attacker or freeing himself. But it was
then that they were joined by yet another face. Raziel bounded into the room,
and without saying anything kicked Sebastian off of his father and tackled the
other fledgling holding him against the wall. Kain clambered to his feet with
more grace than anyone that hurt had a right to be able to do.
“Thank
you.” He smiled at Raziel who grinned back at him and bounded out of the room
once again on the trail of Magnus. Sebastian chooses this moment to elbow
Raziel in the stomach and free himself tearing after Kain and Magnus. Raziel
recovered and looked to Janos and smiled before following.
The
ancient vampire and the mortal were left alone in the small and destroyed room.
The broken book case lay in pieces on the floor, books torn and scattered
around; the coffee table was in shattered pieces along with the china, the tea
and the biscuits and now there was a rather large dent where Raziel had thrown
Sebastian into the wall.
“I see
what you mean about it not being peaceful.” Mortanius muttered when the four
disappeared.
“You
should be here on the weekends.” Janos sighed and lifted one of the surviving
biscuits from the rubble and nibbled it sedately.
End fic
Authoress note: I know it was stupid but I’m in a
stupid mood.
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