Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ The Second Age ❯ TSA-03 ( Chapter 3 )

"Neither." Kezkel chirped as he skipped along like a child, and Seth glanced at him with a raised eyebrow. They had landed not far from the castle at Kezkel's request, wanting to walk the last mile.

"What?" Seth asked as he looked at Kezkel who was skipping along happily. Sometimes the Malkavian just plan out scared or confused him. Most the time he just confused him and almost caused the priest to pull his hair out in frustration!

"I was answering a question I was asked last week." Kezkel chirped happily. Seth sighed and for the most part just brushed the Malkavian aside as they stood before the doors. Seth pushed them open, the large door he pushed upon opening silently, not a sound of stone upon stone or squeaking hinges. "How eerie. . ." Kezkel grinned as he looked up at the doors in wonder.

The castle was actually rather dark on the inside. They both entered quietly, the moans of suffering filtering to their ears as they started down the polished black marble halls. The smell of blood, death and decay choked the air around them, their heightened senses picking up the scents easily. If Seth wasn't already use to it, it would have choked a normal mortal. Kezkel seemed right at home, Seth was more resolute. Pausing at an intersection the two looked at their three choices from the room they had entered in.

"We could go that way!" Kezkel suggested as he pointed to the left. Upon closer inspection, Seth discovered that was where the moans of pain and despair were emanating from. Seth mentioned this, Kezkel rolling his eyes as he responded, "Of course, wouldn't you be off torturing your newest victims gleefully. He already knows we're here anyways. Let's have some lunch before we do it!"

"Kez. . ." Seth shook his head, motioning at Kezkel to lead the way. "Why not." Kezkel cheered happily and ran down the corridor. Seth sighed, taking a deep breath to calm down as the Malkavians' voice filtered back to him.

"Wait for me my dinner! Don't die yet until I have feasted upon you!" Kezkel called out, Seth not far behind in an attempt to keep up. The Malkavian faster than he had any right to be. He could pass for a Fourth Generation if he didn't keep forgetting he knew how to do things. Then again he remembered his laundry from five years ago and tried to get out of the coffin around what would have been mid day. . . . Kezkel's voice floated back to him. "I smell blood, I smell death, Uh oh, It's my dinner who is bleeding!"

Kezkel cheered as he found the source of the moans, in a throne room. The room would have been stark white, except for the fact it was covered in blood, pools of blood gracing either side of the walk way. Around the edges of the pool the floor jutted out with enough space for three men to walk abreast upon it, or in this case, two guards and their prisoners.

Along the walls were prisoners of all sorts, Some newly captured, others appearing to have been there so long that they hung limply from their shackles, though some did appear rather dead already. And there across from him upon the cat walk was the throne of the Necromancer, black as night and jeweled with rubies.

The man upon it smiled gently at them watching Kezkel as he splashed some of the blood in pool around. Seth paused to stare at the man upon that throne, golden tresses cascading down to dust against the seat of his power. He was slender, with blood red robes hanging from his slender form. His arms exposed, the side of his robes split to reveal tantalizing glimpses of flesh, the cloth gathered about his waist by a golden belt, the cloth falling between his legs to expose the long limbs as sensuous as the rest of him.

Bedecked in gold and rubies that match his eyes and hair he was lovely; his hands covered in gauntlets made to look like claws, and further down even his legs and feet were bejeweled. Seth returned his eyes to lock stares with the necromancer, whom rumor had said was a hideous man. Seth figured it was magic that made him look as he did, but he sensed no sorcery of illusion. The man spoke his ruby eyes locked with Seth's sapphire orbs. "I take it the pharaoh has sent you to deal with me, after his elite soldiers failed too. But your friend seems to be enjoying the things here."

"I came of my own accord, the Pharaoh did not send me." Seth spoke, narrowing his eyes. He had to ignore the fact that Kezkel was colouring his hair with the blood from the pool happily oblivious to anything else and forgetting his dinner. "As for him, he's always like that. As it is I came to ensure you were not one of the Childer playing around."

"I am no child!" Katsu growled, half yelled out at Seth. Before either of them could say a word Kezkel broke the tension.

"Look! I'm a red head now!" Kezkel practically danced where he stood. "The Ventrue will never recognize me!"

"Kez, Now I'm going to have to wash your hair to get that out." Seth said, as if he was admonishing a small child who had done something silly.

"And I was just called a child." Katsu returned with a smile, to Kezkel he spoke. "It looks very good on you, but it's best for it not to dry in your hair."

"Kezkel, Settle down, go have a bite to eat." Seth motioned to one of the prisoners as he turned his attention back to the Necromancer. "And I meant Childe as in a Childe of the Embraced."

"The Embraced!" Katsu Gasped, staring over at Kezkel who was devouring one of his prisoners. He turned his attention back to Seth, who was no longer standing there.

"So you know who we are." Seth made the statement from behind Katsu, who squeaked and turned around in the same motioned, leaping up from his chair. "I'm not here to Embrace you, nor stop you." In fact he had all intentions of keeping this man for himself.

"Then why are you here?" Katsu asked, trying to hold up a brave front before the Vampire. He glanced over at Kezkel who was ripping the heart out of his victim, much in the same manner he did his sacrifices.

"I came to meet you, nothing more." Seth turned his attention to Kezkel who was ripping the head of his prey. Seth rolled his eyes as he continued, ignoring it for the most part. He watched Katsu carefully as he spoke, the man watching Kezkel as one would watch their own brood-ling. "But I have an offer to make. Kezkel has nothing left, I cannot kill him, but he cannot be on his own. And he needs to be feed. You could offer him these things couldn't you? I cannot take him back with me to the city and I dare not leave him with my clan."

"So you came all this way to ask if I would baby sit for you?" Katsu asked as he watched Kezkel poke one of the almost dead prisoners in the eye, the man moaning in pain each time. Kezkel would giggle and do it again, completely amused.

"He's not that hard to take care of really. You just need a tolerance for his singing, and watch him during the day to make sure he doesn't try to go outside or walk into a fire." Seth explained as he approached the younger man. "About two fortnights, watch him. It's forbidden for me to take him in as I have. But as you can see, in his own way, he's innocent."

"He's like a child born of a morbid world." Katsu said as he watched the blond turned red head poke at one of the blood pools, his tongue darting out to taste it with a giggle.

"He remembers his death and rebirth both. All of his clan is insane with the cursed blood of Malkav." Seth explained. "I will do what I can for you, but you must guard him and watch over him, in his insanity there is something there. I can't explain it, but his kind know things. They are more sane than they act."

"I'm not doing it for anything you have to offer!" Katsu turned to Seth, his ruby eyes narrowing at the Priest. "I'm doing this for him because he has no one else. I will keep an eye on him until you return, this is his haven from Kindred and Ra alike."

"I thank you then." Seth said with a slight bow. Katsu rolled his eyes, looking back to Kezkel with a smile as he was using blood to paint on the wall. "May I stay here until night fall tomorrow, then I will take my leave."

"Do as you will, it's not like my power can match up to a Kindred." Katsu said as Kezkel ran up to them, practically, oh who are we kidding, he was jumping up and down like a little kid on a sugar high.

"Can I go exploring please! Pretty please! This place has so many things to see, I want to see more bloody rooms!" He giggled insanely as he looked at them hopefully. Seth sighed patiently, Katsu looking a little worried.

"If The Necromancer say's you may." Seth returned, glancing at Katsu who nodded.

"Feel free to roam where ever you please." Katsu motioned around, meaning the whole of his citadel. Kezkel cheered and ran off, singing happily the corpses on the wall song. "I have the feeling I may regret this."

"Just wait till he randomly forgets he can do something, or randomly remembers something." Katsu looked at Seth like the man was telling a horrid lie. Katsu groaned as he followed after Kezkel, Seth following with a chuckle. Katsu was in for it.

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Seth had left earlier that evening. Katsu was tired already, when he said Kezkel was fast, he had meant it. Not only that, but the Vampire suddenly remembered he had a fear of water. Now Katsu was staring up at the ceiling looking at Kezkel who was pretending to be a statue. "I see you!"

"No you don't!" Kezkel returned, only his mouth moving. He wasn't coming down.

"Fine stay up there. And I'll go bathe in blood." Katsu started to walk off, the next he knew was Kezkel was walking next to him.

"Yay! A blood bath!" Kezkel cheered happily. Katsu rolled his eyes, able to get Kezkel to take a bath in water as he forgot he was scared of the stuff. It took Katsu over an hour to get all the dried blood out of Kezzie's hair. By the end of the bath Katsu was soaked with bloody water from Kezkel splashing him and pulling him in.

The rest of the evening consisted of torturing prisoners, feeding Kez who tore his victim apart in his usual manner and exchanging torture knowledge. Needless to say, Kezkel had a few scary ideas that made even Katsu shudder in fear. Finally with the sun rising, Katsu could get some rest, so he thought.

"Why aren't you in your coffin?" Katsu asked as he sipped some tea sleepily. Kezkel was wandering down the corridor, paused to look at Katsu. Katsu suddenly had a bad feeling, maybe it was because of that almost sane look in Kezkel's eyes.

"I'm going outside for some fresh air." Kezkel didn't sound his normal self, but sounded more sane and noble even. "I sleep in a bed not a coffin." The blond scoffed with a good natured chuckle. "What do I look like a Vampire!"

"Uh, yes. . ." Katsu returned, very confused by Kezkel's behavior. He didn't want to think that Kezkel forgot that he was a Vampire, but with his derangement of forgetting things. "You are a Malkavian Kez. Of the bloodline of Malkav if I remember correctly."

"Nonsense, I'm Kezkel Tenshir, of the royal house of Tenshir, Prince Tenshir!" Kezkel became angry, his violet eyes flashing dangerously. He turned to face Katsu who was staring at him in dumbfound shock, tea cup in front of his mouth as he stared at the lavender eyed Vampire. "You dare false my heritage with such sacrilege?"

Katsu stared at Kezkel, not knowing what to say. This was who he was before he was Embraced, and it was very eerie. He sighed, throwing his unfinished tea and cup over his shoulder, about having had it. "Look Kezkel, You are a Vampire you can't walk out that door!"

"How dare you speak so to me!" Kezkel returned heatedly in a powerful voice. His stance was regal and his anger almost burning.

"You are a vampire you can't go outside!" Katsu returned with equal power in his voice, anger tingeing it.

"I will do as I please!" Kezkel shouted. "I am going outside!"

"You can't go outside! Your a vampire!" Katsu shouted back.

"Of course I'm a vampire, that's why I'm going to my coffin, are you daft or something!?" Kezkel shook his head in disbelief, walking off in the direction of his room leaving a shocked Katsu standing in the hall. As Kezkel walked away, Katsu heard him Mumbling about how stupid mortals were.

"I can't take this!" Katsu hit the floor, on the verge of a mental break down. He took a few deep breaths, calming himself down. Just four more weeks. Just four more weeks of this. He grabbed his hair and gritted his teeth to keep from screaming. He wouldn't survive, he just couldn't!

[I have no idea if anyone is reading this so it makes me wonder the point o_O of posting. Anyways I'll let you know when the sex scene is up, it's somewhere in one of the next chapters, don't ask which not even I know.}