Fic: Tell Me Why 2/2 Kindred: The Embraced
Tell Me Why. Lopaka Tanu Rated Nc-17 Disclaimer: I do not own Kindred: The Embraced. Series: Lennox 2. Pairing: Cash/Frank Warnings: Slash MPREG and sex. Archive: Yeah Baby tell me where. Summary: Continuation of the first story. _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________ part 4 That's why it hurts so bad to hear the words that keep on falling from your mouth.
Scene: Mare'ire Family Estates, Breeder House. One week later.
Frank lay in the oldfashion four poster bed with canopy blinking away the haze of troubled sleep. He rolled on his side and noticed that his clothes were gone. Reaching for the drapieries he shreaded them with clawed fingers. Quickly he drew them back to examine the white hooked fingernails. This was definetly not good. He tried to recall the changes but it remained. "Great I'm a fucking cat." He thought aloud as he retracted them. So now they were permanent, what else. He stuck his tongue around his canines and discovered they to had resumed his feral look.
He growled as he sat up and wrapped a sheet around his lower body. A sound followed by a door closing let him know some one had just left. "Probably gone to tell them ass holes I'm awake. When I find clothes I am outta here." He reached through the curtains again and pulled them aside so he could look at the room. It was a large sphereicle room with the bed at the center giving it a snow globe quality. There were no windows for the whole room was a crystal ball, so the door was in the floor. He was in the top of the center of the house. He had heard stories of this room from his fifth cousins, four times removed. They said an old woman used to sleep here, that she was the mother of the family. He had told them that he had a mother the oldest laughed and said it was the great mother, the one who bore the children before them. His grand mother was the last of her children.
Frank smiled as he remembered sneaking up here on a dare from the other children. She had been named Mare. Now that he thought about it ire meant wrath of. He thought that she was nice but his mother and aunt said otherwise. Mare had taught him about not being a punching bag for some *man*. Stressing that word like it was a curse word.
Mare had confided in him that the only reason she had grown old was to prevent her husband from getting her pregnant again. They had laughed at that until he fell of the three foot high bed and hurt his leg. She tended him until he felt better. After wards they had sat hugging on the bed until she fell asleep. Said her old age was getting to her. She was sharp as a tack and twice as funny. He missed her.
Frank grabbed a rope from the curtains and tied the sheet around his waist like a toga. As he walked towards the door the sheet dragged behind him in a train. He smiled at the image it produced as he bent down and drapped it over one arm like a centurian's cloak. He lifted the door open and walked regally down the steps.
At the first landing he heard the laughs of children and turned to look under the stairs he came down. There stood three kids no older than elevin. He watched as their eyes grew big as they focused on his face. He widened his eyes to stare at them and they went pale. "Boo!" They scattered like mice in a cellar squealling their fears.
Laughing he continues on his way down the steps and in to the main part of the house. His stair case connected to the second floor to a secluded part of the house hidden with in the pannels of the wall. The children had been standing in the raftors of great hall in the center of the manor. He had been there when he was a child himself.
As he opened a panel he looked upon the house and marveled at the interior that had changed little in the four and a half centuries since it was founded and built. One of the oldest homes in this country it was also one of the best kept secrets of this country as well. He admired his family for their ingenuity and their skills in building this place. They had settled here on ten square miles of southern Florida land that no other could claim.
His ire returned as he remembered his last moments before they had knocked him out. His home, his land, they were trespassing in *his* territory. He would speak to his aunt about having them removed one way or another. She would comply or join them. He would not tolerate any one against him. Quickly he shook off the feeling of hate and territorial anger. 'What the hell is wrong with me?'
A throat cleared behind him. Frank turned to come face to face with a stern looking individual. "What are you doing here," the man demanded.
"Oh, let's see, that's a hard one. Oh yeah, could it be I live here?"
The guy glared at him. "Listen smart ass I don't have to take shit from no one not even you. So what are you doing down here?"
"Any one ever tell you about breath mints, you know those little round things, come in their own box, labled Tic Tac?" He shook his head. "Nope, don't believe you do. So I'll tell you what I'll do. I go down those stairs down there, and you go brush your teeth."
Frank made a move to go around the guy but the man blocked his path. "Look is there a problem here or are you here to personally make my life a living hell?"
"Both."
Frank growled his frustration then turned around to head towards the stairs again. He timed it just right and whirled, swung and took down the man with a fist directly to the face.
The man screamed in pain as his blood rushed out the broken nose.
Frank kneed him in the gut as the guy bent forward then he slammed him in to the wall. "That's what you get for messing with a cop."
Faster than Frank could see the man tackled him against the far wall. His silver tinted eyes reflect his hatred. "I have had enough of you human."
Glaring at the man Frank snorted. "Figures. I leave my place back in SF because you guys screwed me over back there, now you are trying to do it here. What is it make Frank's life a living nightmare year?"
"I have no idea what you are talking about human. I am just obeying orders that no one is to disturb the Great Mother. So why were you in her room?"
Frank rolled his eyes at the Kindred on top of him. "Get off of me now."
"I have been given permission to kill any one who disturbs her."
"No you haven't, or else you would have killed me already. Now get off me or do I have to get nasty?"
The man smirked at Frank. "Go ahead and try. I will enjoy playing with you before I feed."
Frank's eyes went black as his claw extended. He smilied a toothy grin to show off his canines. "Okay, just remembered you asked for it."
Now was the time the man decided was best to alert his boss that some thing was wrong. "ELISA, I THINK WE GOT A PROBLEM!"
"You think?" Frank snapped his body like a whip throwing the guy off him. He stood and was about to jump on the guy when several arms grabbed him from behind. "Let me go!" He roared his anger and felt the instincts rear their ugly heads. Frank felt like killing some thing, any thing.
A hand caressed the side of his face down his cheek. It cupped his chin and forced him to look in to the eyes of taller woman. Built like an amazon she was big enough to scare Frank even after all he had seen. "Calm down little one. I have been expecting some thing like you for a long time. I just never thought it would be you."
"Great Grams?"
"Yes Francis."
"It's Frank, Mare."
"So it is." Mare waved a hand towards those holding him from behind and they removed their hands. "Come tell Great Grand Ma all about how you became the new Breeder?"
"How, I thought you were dead?"
Mare laughed a gentle sound that made Frank want to curl up on her lap and pur. Frank shook off that damned instincts.
"Frank, my dear there are many things you need to know. But first you need clothes, those you had don't fit any more, and this will never do. Besides these are my good bed sheets." She laughed again as Frank tightened his hold on the sheets. Mare laughed even harder when he, having felt how large his belly was, passed out cold in her arms. 'It is going to be nice having my grand children in the house again.' She thought as she eyed him with silver irises.
Cash glared at the high way patrolman. He had been eyeing Cash for the past fifteen minutes with suspicion. He gave the man five more minutes then he became lunch.
Cash had been traveling all week. When his contacts in New York let him know that Frank was gone and that the Brujah were going nuts because of it he had redirected his efforts south. Through sealed records and a little purswasion he found the location of Frank's family estate. Large family, included over two hundred cousins from at least five generations removed. Frank, a woman named Elisa, and Frank's mother were the last of their line. Of what he could get on them, they were some thing akin to gypsy royalty in Europe. Why they chose to come with the spanish settlers could only be answered by some one with a special blood type, double O Kindred. A family of Kindred, he was positive. That meant he had inlaws to deal with. Great, nothing was ever simple when it came to his human.
Cash checked his watch, fifteen minutes had gone by during his musings. The trooper was still looking at him with curious eyes. 'That does it buddy, you had your chance.'
The Trooper would later wonder how his car ended up wrapped around a tree with him hand cuffed to the back seat with his underwear so tight he wouldn't sit down for a week. Who gave wedgies any more?
Cash pointed his bike south towards Miami and road off in to the quickly setting sun. "Soon my bitch, very soon. When I'm through with you you will be begging me to make ou scream my name." For some reason the thought of Frank pregnant with his child made him harder.
Scene: Mare'ire estate, Breeder House. Two hours later.
Mare sat next to the future of their clan with her hand resting on the bulge feeling the movement inside. A rare smile graced her lips as she felt the children respond to her touch. So far she felt six different individuals. With her Kindred hearing she could hear their little heart beats fluttery like the wings of a butterfly against her cheek.
It had been so long since any one had bore children in such great number, she was the last after nearly two millenea since the founding of their clan. She had bore only one set this large and was lucky to get twins after that. Her last births had all been singles. Frank was of the line of the only one to survive of her children. Twenty eight other children, and not a one of them was able to have children of their own. Gysla had born three children, they thought she might have been a breeder but she died after her third child was half way out. Frank's mother often blamed her self for the death of her mother. Freya was a breech birth and still to this day no one knows how she was still alive after being stuck half way out for fifteen minutes as they cut her out of the corpse.
The line of Diaginies was dying and no one knew how to save it. Frank had been the last one born, thirty one years ago. Freya had been so happy with him and knew he was special. Mare didn't have the heart to tell her that the child was going to be sterile. He had been born the same mark all the girls of the line of Diaginies had when they were going to be sterile. It was supposed to be a curse from a rival clan. A now extinct clan. No one knew the real reason but Mare.
Mare had been born four and a half centuries ago to her clan in the peak of their line. Five girls had been born with the symbol of the breeder that year. Mare would be the last. Two were stolen by a rival clan and killed when they tried to mate with them. A third died of complications due to the birth and with her the brood of five girls. The children of a breeder can not survive with out the milk of their mother for their first two months. After that they are large enough to eat solid foods. The forth was unable to concieve from her mate and was killed by him in fit of jealous rage when he learned she was pregnant by his brother.
Mare had been unable to produce a single heir for her family only girls that were sterile, until nineteen thirty. That year she gave birth to Gysla, fifteen years later Gysla gave birth to the triplets. Jerich was male by birth but now female by choice, Elisa was the slutty reckless one, and Freya married her high school sweet heart and two years later had Frank.
With Frank she knew their line would end and their cousins would be the ones to inherit the land. That is until she had been proven in her theory. A true breeder was not female but male. Their line had been born of a union between two males, one kindred and the other a breeder or so the rumors went. Over the millenia it was changed from the secondary patriarch of the line to the Matriarch of their line. Frank would bring about a new begining to their family. Hic children would be celebrated for what they were, a miracle sent by the goddess.
A jumble of kicks followed by groans from Frank let her know that the kids were in distress. Mare smiled and picked him up to lay in her arms like a child. The little ones settled down and she stroked his head as she hummed to him. He started to hum back at her in almost a low pur. Frank would have to be taught about being a true breeder. She didn't know which would be the worst part, explaining how they were born, the pouch, or nursing them. Either way she was going to enjoy watching him squirm. After all what were great grand mothers for if not to help out? She began to laugh again only this time it was anticipation of Frank's reaction.
_________________________________________________________ Part 5 Falling From your Mouth. Falling From your Mouth.
Scene: Mare'ire estate, Breeder House. Mare's Bedroom, Frank is in her bed with her sitting watch next to him.
Frank sat up slowly as his swollen abdomen prevented him from moving too fast. Nine weeks pregnant and he was huge. He rested a hand on the large bulge and bulked as he felt the skin contract. It felt as if the skin seperating his hand and he baby beneath was paper thin. That is when he felt the pain in his lower organs. A pink fluid ran out of his penis as he sat up.
Fear gripped him as he looked around the room for support. Instantly Mare was by his side holding his hand. "Hold on child, this just means the first one is ready to be birthed."
"How, what... what's going on?" He panted out between gasp of air as the contractions filled his lower body. "Can't... too early!"
Mare smiled upon her great grand child with love. "No they are on time. You are just not informed properly on the ways of a Breeder. This is your first litter, it is always the most painful."
"What... happ-en-ing... to... me!"
Mare wiped the sweat soaked bangs from his forehead kissed him. "Around Nine weeks is the birthing normal for a breeder's first litter. First the contractions start, followed by the water breaking, and the dialation of the birthing orifice, in your case Mr. Winky." She laughed but soon frowned at him. "Not funny is it."
Frank shook his head no while gritting his teeth and doing lamaaz. "How Long?"
"How Long until they come?" She asked to confirm. "I have no idea. This is a first one for me. I believe that it should take as long as it takes." She looked down at his swelling organ. "You are almost completely dialated so I think just a few more hours and then it will all be over."
"Few Hours?" He yelped.
She merely nodded. "Remember you have six little ones on the way. It will be extreamly painful. First you have the baby, then you have the after-birth. Essentially you will go through the birthing process a dozen times. After that they will have to be cleaned, and then placed in the pouch along a nipple."
"POUCH!"
"Yes, you are a Marcupial, isn't it wonderful dear?" Mae laughed again as he screamed and growled in pain. "Oh come on, it's not that bad."
"Not that, Baby!" He squeezed her hand as the baby crowned and little black curls plastereted to a head came out.
"Ah, so it is. Well every thing looks good so far. Come on now, push just a little more. That's it, you're doing great, I almost got the shoulders." She wiped his brow as he screamed again from the pain as he pushed the baby half way out.
From the door way Elisa and two of her people watched Frank give birth. Sitting on the frame which happens to be the floor they had a perfect sight of the whole scene. "God, how can he even push it out of that. You would think that would be impossible."
Elisa smirked at the woman. "Think of it as an extended version of the birth canal. Dinosaurs had a similar organ used to lay their eggs in their nests. It was nothing but a large muscle mass designed for one purpose, produce offspring."
"So you're saying that Dinosaurs layed eggs with their dicks?"
She turned to the guy. "Basicly yes. Only it wasn't a dick, some weird name."
"Would you mind shutting the hell up about Dinosaurs? I am already as big as a house!" Frank screamed as he passed the hips of the little boy soon followed by the legs and Placenta. "I don't give a damn what you people say, just because I am having as many as a cat and resemble one, does not mean I am licking the little bastard clean."
Mare laughed as she cued at her now screaming decendant. "You don't have to. I have baby wipes." She smiled as she started to carefully clean the little baby. He already had a full set of nipple teeth. Marvelling at the already shirveling ambilocle cord she cut it off close to the base. As it hardened and solitified she handed the baby to Frank. "He has elfin features, definetly not yours. Look at that cute button nose."
"Curly black hair. That is... oh god. He is not going to be happy about that." Frank stared in horror as he wound the curls on his index finger.
"Who is not going to be happy about that?" Elisa asked as she smiled at the six inch long baby.
"The father had a little help."
Mare busted out laughing, which with a frame that large was a scary feat. "Got knocked up by two men, my little man?"
Frank glared at her. "No Grams. I was impregnated by only one man, but it would not have happened if I had not had sex with another nearly a week before..."
Elisa gave him an approaving smile. Mare glared at him. "I see which part of the family tree you came from."
Frank smiled at her. "Uh I have a stupid question, why is he so small?"
Mare gave him a quelling smile that made his blood run cold. "Frank sweet heart. Remember I said something about a pouch." She traced a finger along his ribs down the center until she reached the end of the sternum. Just above his stomach she plunged her finger in to the skin folds where his belly was drawn up with his knees. One finger was soon followed by another until her entire fist was in the flap of skin. She pushed all the way down inside as he squiremed. At the bottom of the pouch she opened her hand splaying it just below his belly button.
She pulled her hand out and showed the fluid covered appendage to him with an evil glent in her eyes. "This fluid acts as a cleaning agent and breathing solution for the skin of your children. It allows them to survive in your pouch with out having to come up for air. Every morning you will have to cleanse the area around the opening for sterilization purposes. There is room for a litter of eight until they reach full grown size of twenty one inches long. In the end you will look back on this belly size with longing. After two years they will be big enough to leave the pouch for short periods of time. In three years they will be big enough to stand on their own and will not need you to carry them any more. At that time your cycle will begin again."
Frank started to sputter. "Three years? THREE YEARS? Why so fucking long?"
Mare smiled again. "Breeders tend to live long lives so child takes more time to develop. The babies grew so fast here so that you wouldn't be burdened down with having to have the extra unecissary strain on your system just incase you had to be mobile. After two months your childen can be weaned off your milk and transferred to another pouch. But seems how you are the only human breeder, you are stuck with them. But don't worry, we will be here to help you. Once they are in the pouch you will become more mobile and less strain will be placed on your lower back because their weight will be evenly distributed to your upper body."
So with out further words she took the little baby from Frank, opened the pouch and placed the baby in. Frank squirmed as it felt like some one trying to check his tonsils only in his pouch. At first the baby kicked a lot until it found a place to get comfortable. Mare adjusted it to one of the nipples in the pouch and stroked it's little back.
"What's his name?"
"It's tradition for the father to name the boys. I will name the girls." He noted the look of amusement on Mare's features. "What?"
"Oh nothing, it's just Elisa was impatient to wait until her nephews were born so she brought in a sonigram machine and had an ultrasound done. All boys. From all her excited squealing you would think the dead would come awake. Not so, you just laid there. For two days after your little encounter with Raul. Then just afew moments ago when you awoke for the birth." She placed a hand against the sligthly smaller swell of his lower abdomen. "I think you should rest some more, it will be a while yet before the next one, your dialation has already started to shrink."
Frank, lost in the knoledge he recently gained about his condition, fell back to the pillows and passed out. His dreams were filled with a smirking Gangrel and a horney torreador. Gently he called their names as he turned on his sides. Deep down in his insticts he knew the worse was yet to come.
Scene: Miami Bar, along the coast. Time Index 11:30pm two ahours after the first baby is born.
Cash watch as the group of young Kindred toasted each other yet again. He would normally have ignored them if not for the tattoo each of them sported on their forearms. The Ravnos clan creast stood out against their pale skin. 'Must have had it done when they were human.' He mused because such things would not stay if it happened after.
He knew if he waited long enough they would lead him to Frank, if not by direct action but by association with others of their clan. He sat there watching them and noted how a certain woman was sloppily getting drunk. She reminded him of Frank, only rounder in certain areas and most definetly a woman. She was older than the rest, atleast thirty years old. She was old enough to be Frank's mother or possibly his aunt.
"Yep, the first one was born a few hours ago, boy with no name. He said that the father was going to be pissed because the little one had the father's face but the hair of a former lover." Elisa and the rest of the table roared with laguhter as several pounded on the wood. "Yeah grand nephew is the cutest thing you ever saw. Mare said it will be another few hours before the next one is born so I should take a brake. I don't think this is what she meant." Another round of drunk laughter erupted from the table.
Hearing about the baby boy perked up Cash's ears. Could Frank have had his son yet? But it was only nine weeks since they had done it. Damned Nosferatu Magic. What was this about more on the way? Twins? He began to fantasize about life with Frank and a set of twins.
"So how many are there going to be again Elisa?" A drunken woman asked.
Elisa sat up in her chair holding her drink high as if in a toast. "Six, count them six baby boys, bless my nephew's heart. The first one already bore the mark of a breeder."
'Breeder! Frank said he was a Ravnos Breeder. SIX! Holy hell.' Cash got a smug look on his face. 'I must be better than I thought. Wait until the clan hears about this. Six! Hot Damn!' He decided that well since he was here and being a father of six boys he might as well have a drink, just to celebrate. Heaven knew there were enough drunks aroung to get enbriated off of from just inhailing their breath. He noticed a little blond fillie in the corner and made his way over to her. 'After all a man with six sons has got to count for some thing.'
Scene: Mare'ire estate, Breeder house. Mare is holding Frank's hand as he pushes out his second child.
"Come on Frank. You are almost there. Just a little more. There you go!" She called out as he pushed the second child out completely.
Frank fell back exhausted. "I don't think I will ever be able to get it up again. Much less take a piss."
"Aww Frank, now where is that indomital spirit I remember so well?"
He huffed at her. "I was ten the last time you saw it. Besides, what do you expect. Have you ever pushed six inches of baby flesh out your dick?"
"No, I haven't. I pushed ten inches of baby out of my pussy. Now shut up and push!" Mare growled as Frank pushed the placenta out. "There, now I will just clean up Dose here and then we can move on to Tres."
"What?" Frank was growing delirous as he laid back in pain.
"You know espaniole? Number two and three. Geesh Frank, what happened to your memory?"
"Shot it out with that last little six inch bastard!"
Mare grinned. She knew once he was rested and could look at them for the first time he would be falling all over himself to please them. It was a Breeder's instinct. They could not stand by while a child was in distress. She remembered her own mother commenting on her actions concerning the children from the immigrants that migrated here with the clan.
As she placd the baby in the pouch she noticed the sweat and strain coming from Frank. His color was paler than when he arrived and he was breathing awfully heavily. Memories of her last daughter made her want to slam some thing. She was not going to loose him too. But if this kept up, she may not have a choice.
_________________________________________________________ Part 6 Tell Me WHY!
Scene: The Loco Le Chubacabra, Miami Bar.
Cash sat smiling in to the hair of the little blond that he was about to feed on. She had no idea what was going on other than she was about to get a love bite. He enjoyed doing getting it from willing victims, less energy spent trying to feed. Which is the reason he has to feed in the first place. She was the fifth person in twenty minutes to get a *kiss* from him and he was finally starting to feel sateated.
Just as he was about to bite her a comotion over at the table of Ravnos got his attention. He looked up from the dazed ditz and noted that Elisa and her entire group were on the move. Fast. He got up to follow completely forgetting about the girl and chased after them. By the time he made it to his bike they were already flying down the road.
Something was wrong and he was going to find out what. From the way they were moving he knew they were preparing for a battle. When he noted several pull modified Phospherous guns with Mushroom clips he knew this was some thing they were expecting. Quickly he checked his own armaments and back up ammo. His bike was a rolling armory, modified for a frontal and rear assualt weapons. Checking to see the front guns were fully loaded he nearly missed the group turning off the main road.
Where ever they were heading, it was out in the swamplands. He could do this, he was Gangrel, they lived for wilderness. Following them out in to the old oaks decked out in Spanish Moss he felt a little irational fear of the dark places. Something he quickly shook off, even being a Kindred as old as him human factors still played a major part of his mental make-up. Silently he cursed as he once again lost sight of them through the old trees.
Stopping to get his berrings he kicked the dirt. "Damn it! Where did you bastards go?" As stood in silence for a little while until he heard an explosion further in to the trees. The sounds of gun fire and people dying filled his ears. Cash tracked the sounds until he suddenly came upon a clearing that was a scene directly out of Dante's Inferno.
Bodies, torn apart, were scattered amoung the remains of bikes, guns, knifes, and all forms of weaponry. Large fires were burning out of control consuming all in their paths. Not a thing was alive here. By his count six of the people here were Ravnos, fifteen were Brujah, and two were Gangrel. This was not an ordinary battle for domination, or control of the territories. This was a full blown clan war. He tried to find the tracks of the bikes by the remaining members of the clan had hidden any sign they were here. Soon the entire clearing would be ablaze. As he headed back to his bike, Cash noted that the dead Ravnos clan members were stripped bare of all except their underclothes. He made one last look around and noted that at the edge of the clearing there were fire brakes. In these brakes were the remains of clothes used to start the fires. This destruction was deliberate. They had removed the valuables for the families and used the clothes as kindiling.
Nothing else could be discovered here. Where ever they were, they were good at covering their tracks. What concerned him was why was there a clan war in Miami. The last he heard it was a free town. That the local Prince only asked to be given a tith every now and then. Other than that he let things run themselves. However a clan war was still a no go in his territory. Looks like that Brujah prick is not as laid back as he seemed. With out another thought about the dead here he took off towards the road that lead out of the clearing. He had a feeling this would not be the last battle ground here on the Mare'ire Estate.
Scene: Mare'ire Estate, Five miles outside Breeder House.
Elisa fired the phosphorus gun again at the invaiding Brujah. There were too many of them to be just from Miami. Something was not right here. They had been pushing her people back towards breeder house with out mercy. If they reached it all would be lost. Why they were coming now was the only question that was on her mind. 'Could it be because they know Frank was here? Why would they want Frank, he is of no use to them, is he?'
Another shot at her head caused her to stop thinking and continure firing at them. This was intolerable, a clan war of this magnitude had not been seen since they came to this country. So far they out numbered her people five to one. At this rate not a single person of her clan would be left. The last of her line would be the last. That was unacceptable.
A loud rumbling shook the ground as a large explosion rocked the Earth and took out the incoming Brujah forces. Several of them were burning as they ran for the swamps. Too late they realized their mistake as her forces cut them down with old fashion tommy guns filled with special rounds that ignighted on contact. Another explosion and the night lit up like the face of the sun.
Several smaller explosions filled the night like fire works. Elisa screamed for her people to fall back towards Breeder house. What ever the hell was out here taking out the Brujah was too dangerous to risk her people with. Where ever a small group of the doomed Kindred was located was soon taken out by small controlled bursts of hell fire. As the last of their kind fell under the heat of the flames everything seemed to stop. Large fires suddenly went out, while smaller ones kept burning in to the night.
Elisa watched with her people as the last of the fires were put out by unseen forces. Just as suddenly as it started the blue white flames were gone. The cowering Ravnos too frightened by the flames to control their own basic instincts to think started to come around. She smiled as she noted there were no bodies just ash and blackened Earth.
"What ever gods are here, thank you."
A tall Nosferatu Female rose up from the Earth strait as a pillar. Her features transfigured by the blood of her clan and the rituals performed by her former leader made her look demonic. "What ever you are expecting childe, forget it. I did not do this for you or your clan. I am here to protect the Breeder, and I will destroy any one that gets in the way of that mission."
Elisa stood away from the rest of her clan holding out her hand. "I am Elisa, the second of the line of Diaginies. You are welcome here in the territory of the Clan Ravnos as long as you follow our rules and offer us the do respect."
"I will do no such thing. I was entrusted with the protection of a being and it's offspring by the enforcer of the city of San Francisco of which he belongs. He is the mate of the Primogen of the Clan Gangrel and shall be protected by me. His fate is my own, now out of my way Ravnos childe." Camilla started to walk down the road that lead towards Breeder House but was surounded by two dozen Ravnos.
"I am affraid you have no choice in this Nosferatu."
"Correction. I have all the choices I so desire." The flames started to rise from the Earth again causing the Ravnos to back away. "Now begone or join your enemies in the final embrace."
As she continued on her way a small group started after her but Elisa stopped them with a wave of her hand. Mare was not going to like this one bit. She watched the Nosferatu leave with a mixture of fear and hope. If she was true to her word, then Frank would not have to worry about any Brujah ever again. Now if only she could get over the nagging feeling there was something else at work here.
Frank felt the pain start again, the last boy was starting to come. He hurt and his body ached. He needed Cash. Where was he when he was needed. He wanted the pain to stop, for it all just to go away. He had to push or else the baby would not come out.
Something was wrong, the baby wasn't coming. Paic started to set in as he tried to push again. He felt warm wetness run out of his body. Something was wrong!
'Got to push, the baby won't come out. Push harder. Ow it hurts, must continue to push.' "AHHHHHH!" He screamed as he felt the baby start to come out of the breeder's sack and down his Urethra. "Something's wrong." He started to whimper as the blood started to gush out of his body. One final push and the baby came out in a bloody mess, umbilicle cord and all.
"What's wrong with him? Why isn't he moving? Mare, what's wrong?" Frank felt icy chill run up his spine as the pain lanced through his system. Adrenalin filled his body as his vision started to cloud up. Black spots filled his vision as lighting seared his brain. Breathing in shallow pants and heart racing he fell back against the covers. What was wrong with his baby? His eyes started to tear up and he couldn't breathe.
Huh, breathe, huh.
Pound, heart beat, pound.
Huh, pound, huh, huh, huh, Black!
The whine of the machines filled the house joining in with the screams of a new born baby boy for his mother. All others were silent, until the cry of anguish filled the night.
Two miles away a Nosferatu stopped as the call of sorrow reached her. Too late she called out her pain of failure. Three miles from there, Elisa and her clan members heard the wails and echoed them. Somewhere not far, a lone Gangrel heard the cries and sped up his bike, some how he knew this was about his mate. Silently he prayed to the gods that he was not too late.
_________________________________________________________ part 7 I may be mad, I may be Blind, I may be visously unkind but I can still read what your thinking.
Scene: Mare'ire Estate.
It was a mad dash for the estate as over two hundred Kindred from various clans and families headed to Breeder House. No one knew what had happened, just that something terrible had caused the entire clan of Ravnos to begin to wail in misery.
Silence greeted them as they slowly approached the house with an air of caution. To the front came the leaders of each of the clans. They came to inquire the state of the breeder. It was a heart broken Mare that greeted them at the top of the steps.
"He is gone. I held him in my arms. So tiny. So fragil. He was too precious for this world." Blood tears ran down her face as she held up the blanket wrapped form of the baby.
The crowd parted as a solitary figure marched his way through with an air of purpose. Five foot eight inches of muscle, leather, and atitude stormed up the steps of the Breeder house. Cash opened his arms for the child and Mare stared at him in shock.
"What do you wish the body of my grand child Gangrel?"
"*My* son!"
"What do you mean your son? He is a child of Clan Ravnos."
Cash stared at the woman, sizing her up. He judged her age to be a little younger than him. "I have come for my chosen, brood and all. You will give me my child, or I will take him by force. You will not use him in one of your blood rituals."
A loud roar was heard from the crowd as they started to rush the porch. Mare held them at bay with a raised hand. "How dare you accuse us of using the bodies of our children in blood rituals, you beast. Give me one reason why I should not turn you over to my clan for this insult."
"I don't give a damn what you do to him. Give me back my son." Mare was shoved towards Cash as a large figure grabbed the child from her arms as it hung from the roof top. When she turned on the creature, he hissed at her baring fangs and black eyes. Upside down he backed up the side and on to the roof.
"What the hell..."
"Frank..."
Mare and Cash yelled. She turned to him in shock. "That was Frank?"
"Yes." He hissed at her. "That was Frank in full breeder mode. We have to go after him before he does something he might regret." Cash was about to climb the wall when a large female Nosferatu loomed over him.
"You have cause enough damage this night. All of you will leave him be, I will watch over him as I have sworn." Camilla seemed to fade in with the shadows and disapper in the night.
Cash turned back to Mare and glared. "Looks like we're both in the dog house now." At her snort he stuck out his hand. "Cash."
"Mare."
"Looks like we have a funeral to prepare."
"And several births to celebrate." She held out her hand towards the house. "I am sorry for not greeting you on better terms. Frank has told us so little about you."
"Does he really think that bad of me?"
"Not that I know of, he was asleep most of his time here. The last few weeks before the birth are always the most stressful because of the rapid growth of the children. He bore it well for a man. I can see the resemblance in the boys now."
Cash looked at her in surprise as a smile lit his features. "Really?"
"Yes all had your facial features, I think they will have Frank's eyes, and that Toreador slut's hair."
He stopped dead in his tracks just inside the main doors. "What do you mean?"
"They all have the hair of the one you knew as Zane, golden brown with Frank's curls."
Cash's eyes went solid silver. "I am going to kill him."
Scene: Mare'ire estate, two miles from Breeder house.
In a hallowed out hill side, Frank sat holding the lifeless form of his youngest child. Softy he hummed to the baby as he sat gently rocking it. Tears ran down his cheeks from solid black eyes. His body had regenerated what it had lost when he had fed from that idiot Kindred who tried to drug him in to sleep.
"Hush little baby, don't say a word, papa's gonna by you mocking bird. If that mocking bird will not sing, papa's gonna by you a diamond ring. If that diamond ring turns to glass, papa's gonna by you a looking glass..."
Camilla watched from the shadows as Frank continued to sing to his dead child. Her own tears fell freely as she continued in her midnight vigil over her charge. "Frank?"
"...If that looking glass gets broke, papa's gonna by you a billy goat. If that..."
"Frank."
"...Billy Goat..."
"...runs away, papa's gonna love you any way." They finished the song as Camilla found it the only way to reach Frank. "He's gone Frank."
Frank just sat there rocking, holding his child.
"He's not coming back Frank, I'm sorry, these things happen. We just have to go on living."
"How?"
His reaction was a surprise, but not unexpected. "We live for those we still have with us. You still have five others that need and love you Frank." She came up beside him and place a clawed hand to his abdomen. "Fill them, they depend on you for their very existance Frank. You are their whole world."
He looked away sadly. "For now."
"For now, yes. But when they are older they will need you for other things. To be there for them when they learn to walk and talk. For when they have their first crush, first date, when they get married and have children of their own. No matter what, you are still their father. That means they will always need you, even when it doesn't seem like it, they will need you. Can you be strong enough to be there Frank? Strong enough to stand through the love and the pain."
He shook his head as tears filled his eyes. "I don't know."
"You don't know, or you don't want to know? Frank, they need you. Don't shut them out before they are even old enough to know."
"It hurts."
"Of coarse it hurts. It's supposed to hurt, that is what being a parent is all about. If you can't make it now, then you definetly won't be here for the harder parts later. Be strong Frank, grieve now, and be strong later. No matter what, just never give up."
He sat forward in to her open arms and laid his head on her shoulder. "It just hurts so much."
"I know, dear one, I know. Let it all out. I will be here to catch you as you fall." She rocked him for a while as they sat in the silence of their tears.
After several hours Frank looked up to her face and smiled. "Thank you."
"It was my honor to be here for you. Why don't we go back, I know a certain pain in the ass Gangrel who is feeling pretty low right about now. I'm sure he could use a good hug."
Scene: Breeder House. Time Index: forty minutes later.
Cash paced back and forth of over the main hall. His anger growing with each step. "Where is he? It has been hours and he has still yet to make an appearnce."
Mare glared at the Gangrel in his anger he was causing her own to rise. "May be you scared him off again. I mean the whole damned clan can hear your bitching."
"Oh get over it ya prude."
"Trailer trash!"
"Hey! This is the style back in San Francisco."
"Which explains the total lack of taste."
He stood toe to toe with her. "You know, you are really getting on my nerves childe."
"Childe ha! I am older than you dog boy."
"Oh really, just how old would you happen to be?"
She smirked at him. "A lady never tells her age."
"Lady my ass. You're no more a lady than I am human. So how old are you really Amazon Wanna-be?"
"For your information shrimp, I am almost five hundred years old."
Cash smiled back at her. "Gee grand ma, what big wrinkles you have. All the better to count your age with."
"Why you little shit..."
"Enough! Both of you." Frank called out as he walked in to the room with the bundle in his arms. The room went sobered immeadietly. Gently he brought the child to Cash and placed it in his arms. "I believe that you deserve to see him once before we burn the body for the funeral service."
Cash opened the bundle and stared down on the grey face of his son. Blood tears filled his eyes as he looked the child. As he looked up they ran down his face. "I am so sorry Frank. I didn't know. What happened?"
"He was strangled by the umbilicle cord before he could leave my body. We tried to revive him but it was too late." His voice was emotionless and his eyes hard. "I have cried all I can for him. I will continue to grieve but there are other children right now that need me more. I know this sounds heartless, but he is the one going in the grave, not me. Cash I need you to do smething for me."
"Name it."
"Catch me." Before any one else could react Cash had Frank in his arms and gently easing him to the floor. The taller man was crying out his pain as the tears ran down his cheeks. "He's gone, Cash. My baby's gone."
Cash melded his body around the large bulge of Frank's abdomen as he held the crying man. "I know, my angel, my chosen. I will get us through this. You are mine now and forever and I promised to take care of you no matter what."
"I'm not yours."
"Are to. You are my chosen, that means you belong to me."
"I am not some piece of property Cash. I don't belong to any one." He shoved Cash away while grabbing the baby. "Can't you even give up this stupid notion for one minute?"
"You wear my ring, you are under my protection. You are mine!"
"Fine, if that is how you feel about it, then take your damn ring and leave me the hell alone." Frank yanked on the ring and found it wouldn't come off. "Elisa get me some soap so this bastard can take his ring and leave."
Elisa stood by Mare and the other clan elders just staring at him with wide eyes.
"What in hell are you staring at? Fine if you won't do it..." He bit his finger and blood started to pour out at the base.
"Frank please don't do this. Reconsider before you do that."
"Save it Cash." Soon he twisted the ring until it came off with the flow of red liquid. Holding it out to Cash he gave him a smug look. "Take it and go. By what you have told me I am not yours to command any more."
Cash looked at the blood soaked ring and stared in horror at Frank. "What have you done?"
"I told you to take it and leave."
The Clan elders reined in their shock and stared at one another. A few nods of agreement was followed by them turning their backs on Frank.
Frank watched them with cold eyes. "What the hell is their problem?"
Cash's tears had started again. "I begged you not to do it."
"Do what, get you off my case?"
"Remember what I told you Frank."
"I can refuse your protection at any time I want all I have to do is remove the ring. I have done as such."
"You removed the ring in blood. It is the same as declaring yourself Anarch, Sabbat. I begged you not to remove the ring."
"Frank of Clan Ravnos. You are no longer of our Clan. By the Laws of the Camarilla, you are now considered Sabbat by all who follow them. You are now Caitiff, clanless. When you leave here you will have two hours before the Primogen are called to decide if not a blood hunt is necissary. By my decree, you are here by banished from Miami and all surrounding territory. Be gone from my sight servant of Lilith." Mare turned her back on his pleading look.
Frank stiffened when even Cash turned on him. "Very well, what of my offspring?"
"They to shall share in your banishment for no less than the time until either you are dead, or they are of age to be embraced by a clan of the Camarilla." Mare spoke in a curt voice but did not turn around.
Frank placed a hand over his swollen abdomen as he set his face in stone. No one had deffended him. No one would deffend him. All were set in their ways, ways that he was now no longer a part of. "I did not know these laws, nor do I care for them. Know this leeches, if ever one you cross my path again I will show you the same mercy you have me today!" In a growl of rage that shook the room he turned and stormed out of Breeder house.
When they heard the sound of a Motorcycle starting and taking off they finally broke their silence in a cornacopia of outraged voices. "Silence!" Mare raised her hands. "He has two hours before we can decide his fate, that is the law as I have decreed."
Cash watched them mill about in groups whispering their anger. He couldn't stand to look at any of them for fear of killing them. He had lost his chosen yet again, only this time was forever. A young girl yanked on his jacket and led him to the porch outside in to the night air. His sinces were assaulted by the scent of flowers as he was led to freshly turned earth. Scratched in a stone on top was the name Cash M. Kohaneck jr. He sank to his knees on the soft dirt and let the tears well up again.
Coming soon, Part 3 of the Lennox Series, No More I Love You's.
Discover what happened to Frank in New York to have working in the strip club. Where is Frank now? What has happened in San Francisco while Cash was gone, and what will he come back to? All this and more in the third installment of the Lennox series which will be set in three years in the future.