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Tracking Bloodstains
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Category:
+G through L › Legacy of Kain
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,447
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Legacy of Kain, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Two: Decay
Summary: Onward, then
Summary: Onward, then. Faith’s side of the story as she
attempts to destroy the corrupt ones. In case you hadn’t picked up, this is set
before Soul Reaver.
Tracking Bloodstains
Chapter Two:
The Decay
Faith sneered with disgust as she bent down to wash her
sword. Damnation, those…things are rotting on the inside.
Standing, she examined her surroundings. The river was
washing in a…spiral?
She noted the broken shards of a bridge. She almost laughed.
Like that will affect me. She smirked.
Closing her eyes, she inhaled with a slow, drawing, rushing
sound. Darkness exploded…and she was gone…
Until hands gripped the side of the bridge, and Faith pulled
herself up. Blast, why did the only available shadow have to be on the
underside of the bridge?
Glancing down, Faith’s eyes opened wide.
Lord above, she thought, looking down at the rushing
vortex that caught her eye. Mesmerized, she began to lean over…and over…and
over…
Footsteps drew her attention upward. Glancing at the other
side of the bridge, Faith spotted two pale figures heading towards her.
Growling deep in her throat, she took a huge jump onto the
other side of the bridge.
The two Vampires ran up to her.
“You’re trespassing!” one of them rumbled. They both brought
their lips up in roars, bearing their fangs.
Faith drew her lips back and hissed, showing her own fangs.
“Out of my way, Tainted Ones!” her voice came out as a
snarl. Swiftly she drew her sharp sword. It glinted dully in the overcast
light.
The first one, armed with a pike tried to stab at her. Faith
did a somersault flip over the top of him. Her sword snaked towards his heart
as he hurriedly tried to block, but with a twist, his pike was sent into the
Abyss and Faith’s blade found his heart.
As he shattered into ash, Faith felt a searing pain on her
side as the swordsman clumsily slashed at her. Twisting, she kicked him,
sending him stumbling toward the edge. When she next came at him, he reversed
it, grasping her by the stomach and holding her over the bridge, threatening to
throw her into the water.
Breathing steadily but raggedly out of anger, Faith slid a
small rope of darkness around the Vampire’s midriff. With a small exclamation
of effort, she sent ropes from her five fingers to wrap around the bridge. With
that, she let herself fall, pulling the Vampire with her, before releasing him
and using the momentum to bring herself back onto the bridge, using her
darkness ropes as slingshots.
Landing, a small puff of dust surrounding her feet, she
glanced around. No sign of any other sentries. With that, she noticed her
sword-it was in the Abyss.
With a sigh, she sent a huge rope of darkness down and
pulled it back toward her, catching it easily.
Wincing at the sting of the metal on her palm, she noticedme mme more Vampires headed her way.
All in a day’s work. She though grimly.
Summary: Onward, then. Faith’s side of the story as she
attempts to destroy the corrupt ones. In case you hadn’t picked up, this is set
before Soul Reaver.
Tracking Bloodstains
Chapter Two:
The Decay
Faith sneered with disgust as she bent down to wash her
sword. Damnation, those…things are rotting on the inside.
Standing, she examined her surroundings. The river was
washing in a…spiral?
She noted the broken shards of a bridge. She almost laughed.
Like that will affect me. She smirked.
Closing her eyes, she inhaled with a slow, drawing, rushing
sound. Darkness exploded…and she was gone…
Until hands gripped the side of the bridge, and Faith pulled
herself up. Blast, why did the only available shadow have to be on the
underside of the bridge?
Glancing down, Faith’s eyes opened wide.
Lord above, she thought, looking down at the rushing
vortex that caught her eye. Mesmerized, she began to lean over…and over…and
over…
Footsteps drew her attention upward. Glancing at the other
side of the bridge, Faith spotted two pale figures heading towards her.
Growling deep in her throat, she took a huge jump onto the
other side of the bridge.
The two Vampires ran up to her.
“You’re trespassing!” one of them rumbled. They both brought
their lips up in roars, bearing their fangs.
Faith drew her lips back and hissed, showing her own fangs.
“Out of my way, Tainted Ones!” her voice came out as a
snarl. Swiftly she drew her sharp sword. It glinted dully in the overcast
light.
The first one, armed with a pike tried to stab at her. Faith
did a somersault flip over the top of him. Her sword snaked towards his heart
as he hurriedly tried to block, but with a twist, his pike was sent into the
Abyss and Faith’s blade found his heart.
As he shattered into ash, Faith felt a searing pain on her
side as the swordsman clumsily slashed at her. Twisting, she kicked him,
sending him stumbling toward the edge. When she next came at him, he reversed
it, grasping her by the stomach and holding her over the bridge, threatening to
throw her into the water.
Breathing steadily but raggedly out of anger, Faith slid a
small rope of darkness around the Vampire’s midriff. With a small exclamation
of effort, she sent ropes from her five fingers to wrap around the bridge. With
that, she let herself fall, pulling the Vampire with her, before releasing him
and using the momentum to bring herself back onto the bridge, using her
darkness ropes as slingshots.
Landing, a small puff of dust surrounding her feet, she
glanced around. No sign of any other sentries. With that, she noticed her
sword-it was in the Abyss.
With a sigh, she sent a huge rope of darkness down and
pulled it back toward her, catching it easily.
Wincing at the sting of the metal on her palm, she noticedme mme more Vampires headed her way.
All in a day’s work. She though grimly.