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Well, Slade is doing it to p**s off George [and pretty much everyone else]. So it seems his plan is succeeding.

And an arrow to the knee?! What the hell were you doing? Didn't your mother ever tell you that if you play the target in target practice, it doesn't matter how bad their aim is, you're going to get hurt eventually?

Ah, Prince. You and your comedic relief.

While we wait for you to heal though, George, I'll go ahead and continue Mortis/Dmitri/Sabien/Daisuke/Kain/Hakai/Riordan's part of this whole deal in a post... that is, when I finish writing it. But, hey, it gives ya something to look forward to. ^_^

Speaking of posts, one is coming for you soon too, Prince.
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Saturday Night Live is one of the greatest shows. Pure awesomeness sometimes.

Safira nods in compliance, her Mandalorian counterpart bending down to spread a bandaged hand out over the sand as if searching for something. "The Mando'ade haven't always ruled these desert lands, Jedii," she begins to explain, her voice eloquently smooth and rich. "Long before the Taung laid claim to this world, a different species thrived in abundance. While we've been able to uncover much from that first civilization, we did manage to get our hands on some rather interesting ancient texts for a time."

Kal releases a sudden and sharp unintelligible mumble which is quickly forgotten as Safira continues. "These texts suggests that the..."

The Sur'haai trails off abruptly, successfully drawing George's attention to the blonde vampire manifesting at Mat's side. Slade briefly closes his eyes in a apologetic manner and bows slightly. "Don't mind me. I wouldn't dare interrupt my csitri Jetti's story time. By all means," he all but purrs in a deliciously low voice, hungering gaze landing on an increasing uncomfortable Mat, "... continue."

The Mandalorian growls audibly in response. That damned Shade. What was it about him that made her blood boil in anger? At times she felt as if she could understand him, could feel his pain. And so she pitied him. But now... now she was met by the impregnable wall which shielded him, greeted by the sharp fangs of an animal which had nearly swallowed whole the man who once was. It was all many would ever see him as, that savage beast... that detestable monster; and perhaps, that's how he wanted it to be.

Safira huffs in a surprisingly lady-like fashion, obviously content with ignoring Slade completely. "As I was saying, the texts we retrieved spoke of a great war which ravaged this world. The species before -who we dubbed the 'San Ancients' -were instructed to build a temple along the A'den B'abesh in order to protect an artifact."

Slade's blue eyes cut to the side to steal a quick glance at the Sur'haai, those chilling pools igniting with a faint fire. "Instructed by who exactly?"

"Unfortunately, we don't know," she replies. "The last entry simply reported that construction of the temple was underway. All the following pages of the book were blank."

Slade's eyes narrow, his brows furrowing together thoughtfully as if he were contemplating this information. "Well..." the vampire drawls with the fleeting traces of a bored yawn, the muscles of his arms tightening briefly in a stretch before he throws an arm around Mat's neck, pulling the young Jedi close with a devious grin. "Sounds like we know where to start lookin' for that pesky key, eh, csitri Jetti?"

o.O.o

Riordan dodges another of Kain's blows with a simple flash step. He refused to raise his sword against his brother, even if the other man wasn't in complete control of his own body at the moment. But then again, neither was Hakai. At this stage, Kain's body belonged to neither the man nor the shattered half of his soul.

Instead, the body they both claimed as their own became a battleground of sorts, the brutal conflict resulting in a body torn between two masters and overwhelmed with rage. No one could help Kain in this state but himself.

o.O.o

*Darkness. It's smothering, and he cannot help the panic which sweeps through his body as a result. His heart thunders madly in his ears, his lungs suddenly struggling for air as his hazy mind vainly attempts to fight his own fear. He shifts his body only to be greeted by a painful ache in his arms, the muscles screaming in protest as he tries to move them, chains clinking in horrific rhythm.

He attempts to stand to find his legs refuse to budge, held fast to the cold, unrelenting material beneath his knees. He shakes his head groggily, sharp metal biting into the flesh of his neck. Sadistic chuckles and a few sinister snickers echo around him.

"Looks like he's finally awake, boss," a gruff voice remarks. Kain begins piecing the puzzle back together now, and the redhead growls, fear immediately swallowed by his temper.

Anger. "You bastards!" Kain roars, thrashing against the chains which hold him, the metal creaking beneath the strain. "Just what tha f**k do ya think ya're doin'?!"

"I think we made him mad, boys," a deep, menacing voice taunts from the darkness.

"Ya got some f***in' balls for a b**ch," Kain snaps. "Do ya know who tha f**k I am?!"

A strong hand suddenly grabs a handful of the hair at the nape of Kain's neck, the action stilling the redhead for the moment. "Of course we know who ya are, Mr. Koga. And that's exactly why yer ass is here."

Pain. Kain groans harshly, gritting his teeth together as the jagged vibroblade mercilessly rips through flesh and bone. He releases a heavy breath as his body does its best to numb the searing pain, the redhead pushing the sharp sensation to the back part of his mind somewhere, ignoring the blade still lodged in his right shoulder.

"So... yer tolerance for pain was not exaggerated then," that villainous voice comments almost as if impressed in some fashion.

Kain chuckles, the sound mocking and mingled with a scoff. "f**k you," he spits.

"I'd be careful, Mr. Koga," his captor quickly scolds. "We may not be able to hurt ya all that much, but," he pauses, the sound of rustling fabric peeking Kain's curiosity, "that's why we brought along a special guest."

"Kain!"

Kain gasps, his heart skipping a beat as that familiar voice rings in his ears. "R-Riordan...?" he stumbles over his brother's name, utterly shocked, his mind not entirely grasping the situation.

"Ya see," his captor continues sadistically, pulling Riordan to his feet by way of the Force restraints attached to his wrists as he administers another shot to the younger man's neck to keep him docile, "we don't need to torture ya to get what we're looking for. Oh no. We just have our fun with yer lil' brother here, and you'll do anything we want. Hell, ya'll probably kiss our asses and eat bantha s**t if we asked!"

Rage. Kain fights against his restraints violently, but while the material holding him creaks and moans it refuses to give. "Ya f***in' touch 'im 'nd I'll f***in' slaughter ya like tha f***in' pieces of s**t ya are!"

"Touch," a low voice purposely taunts.

Kain's hands grip the chains holding his arms as he throws his weight and strength into flat out pulling the chains from the wall, but to no avail. "Why don't ya f***in' take these damn chains off 'nd see if ya can do it again without losin' your f***in' arm, maggot," he challenges cooly, a dark bite to his tones which sends a shiver down everyone's spine.

"We're not stupid, Mr. Koga," his captor responds. "We all know about you. Ya've been working as Saehral's loose cannon for some time now. Ya've done quite a bit of damage... hurt a lot of our people. It's time we returned the favor."*

...Ilum, Valley of Glass; Crystal Caverns...

His eyes flutter open, barely focusing on the shadowy figure which looms above him. He knew that stench, however; could never mistake it. Alaric releases a heavy breath, allowing his body to relax as the figure raises its blackened bladed, the cursed soul within screaming of the countless it had slain.

"Ai'ald o'kurar irahan... "

...Ilum, Valley of Glass; The Crystal Temple...

Daisuke and Sabien cautiously follow the Guardian through the corridors of the Crystal Temple, wary of any traps, their hands on their lightsabers should the valsai'ium go back on her end of their bargain. Sangria had agreed to give them the Key of Envy as long as they allowed her and Alaric to live and never returned. Daisuke and Sabien had accepted the offer without any consideration for one simple reason.

It was a misconception among the valsai'ium that vampires were bound by their word. In a sense, it wasn't entirely inaccurate. Pacts formed between vampires were eternally sealed, had to be honored, and could never be annulled unless all parties agreed. Should a vampire give their word to one such as a valsai'ium, however, it meant absolutely nothing, and could be abjured at any time.

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I did it! I finally posted! ^_^ Ah, it just takes a while to get good ideas sometimes. Plus, Kain's part was wanting to be a real ass. But it's done now so whoo!

Vampire Vocabulary:

Ai'ald o'kurar irahan... : And so it slays another...

o.O.o

Ah, Slade's shameless flirting with Mat. Doesn't it just irk your nerves? XD

Now, about Kain's little flashback there. At the time this incident occurs, Kain is now 19 and Riordan is 16. This is where we kinda start to see why Kain is really angrier at himself than anyone else, and why he gets so furious when anyone tries to hurt Riordan. Apparently he was involved in some stuff and got himself in trouble. However, to hurt him even more, his enemies hurt Riordan as well.

That and the fact that they're just sadistic bastards. That make sense? I hope it does. Kain also hasn't been cursed yet so his true strength hasn't manifested. He was born with superhuman strength, but there are limitations. He is often held with quadanium steel chains. It was his kryptonite I guess. [P.S. Hakai/Kain showdown in the next post! ]

As far as Sangria and Alaric go... well... I figure you can pretty much guess what's gonna happen in the next post. Mortis's half of this whole story will continue in the next post. ^_^ Also, I decided to change Kain's theme song to Red - Fight Inside [which fits him perfectly] and Slade's theme song to Skillet - Monster [which is pretty damn close]. Just thought I'd share with you.

Well you're you, dear.

It was a skit The Lonely Island performed on Saturday Night Live a while back. It's absolutely hilarious and f**ked up isn't it? XD

Now... who should I kill first...?

OMG, speaking of Saturday Night Live, if you haven't seen this you must watch it. I demand it.

The Lonely Island - Like a Boss

Well your bone structure has a lot to do with how your muscles form. If you have a smaller frame [like me] your muscles won't be as bulky or well-defined unless you literally kick your own ass with workouts at least three to five times a week.

"This meal is terrible... it tastes like roasted dog a**hole. I asked myself, 'Who would slow roast a dog's a**hole and feed it to me?' You would."

-The Other Guys