Evelyn stood on the stone wall of Whiterun and watched Leo gallop away on his horse. He left pretty suddenly, but Lazarus seemed to know what was happening. Lazarus was sitting on the ledge of the wall, next to Evelyn. He was swinging his feet while whistling the song "Ragnar the Red" and sharpening his daggers with each other. "So..." Lazarus began, "what is your magical and awe inspiring plan milady?" Evelyn looked down at him, he was still focused on his blades below his face. Evelyn smiled, "Was that racism I heard, Lazarus?" Lazarus stopped sharpening his blades and looked up at Evelyn's smiling face. He smiled back, "Who knows?! I honestly didn't mean to be, but maybe that was the inner nord. Leo is starting to get to me." Evelyn giggled, and Lazarus laughed with her. "I am actually going to Winterhold for I can learn and teach the ways of magic. That and get this blue fire thing checked out." Lazarus got up from the ledge and stood next to her, "Don't get rid of the blue fire! That fire is awesome, way better then those stupid red fires." He smiled at her, it was a gentle smile. "I just want to see what it means, or what caused it. I am not getting rid of them." Lazarus looked pleased at this answer and started down to the outer gate of Whiterun. "Where do you plan on going?" Evelyn asked Lazarus.
Lazarus stopped in front of her, when Evelyn got close it looked like he was thinking. "I'm going to Riverwood to get some friends to help me with something." He started walking again, Evelyn was trying to keep the same pace. "What are you going to get?" "Something of great importance." He answers with a shrug. They stopped at the stables, "So you aren't going to tell me?" Lazarus sighed. "Technically I already told you, but I don't want to tell you again; no." Evelyn looked at him quizzically, "Why not?" Lazarus smiled at her, it was a smile that kinda said 'Nana-nu-booboo, I know more then you'. "Because, somethings are best not remembered or ever known." Lazarus says with a spark in his eyes.
"That sounded awfully wise Lazarus, what are you up to?" "Whatever do you mean?" He says while smiling broadly, "Anyways, enough about my business. You should take the carriage straight to Winterhold, the drivers don't stop at all. It's great!" Evelyn raises an eyebrow, "That doesn't sound healthy..." "It's not." Lazarus answers simply. Evelyn sighed, "How much does a horse cost?" He chuckled, "They are around one thousand septims, the good ones will cost more though." Evelyn reaches for her coin purses with over two thousand septims. "This will do right?" Lazarus frowned, "Showoff." Evelyn smiled as she went to the stableman. "Can I buy your finest horse?" He looked at her and nodded while getting an elegant white horse with a leather saddle. "Here you are madam, that will be two thousand five hundred septims please." She handed him three coin purses with one thousand in each. "This is three thousand ma'am." He said to her as he got on her horse, "I know, keep the rest." The man bows to her and tends to the rest of the horses.
"How much money do you have on you?" Lazarus asks as she gets her horse ready to go, "I still have around one thousand, why?" He smiles, "Just asking. I will see you around Evelyn, if you need me I will be in this hold or Riften's." Lazarus started walking away, and Evelyn started to move her horse around him when he raised a hand to stop her. "Go north to Dawnstar, then east to Winterhold. It's the easiest directions I can give you." "Thank you, Lazarus." Lazarus put his hand down and kept walking. "Don't mention it." "Want a ride to Riverwood?" Lazarus shrugged, "Nah, I will be fine on foot. I should be there before the sun is completely gone. You should start your journey before it gets too late." She nods and rides off with her white horse. Lazarus looks towards her until she disappears from sight. "I should get going." He says to himself before walking towards Riverwood.
Lazarus was nearing Riverwood, he just got up the waterfall. He was wrong about the setting of the sun, it fell over the horizon a couple minutes ago. Now that he wasn't being hunted down by the guards of the Whiterun Hold, Lazarus was able to enjoy his walks through the woods. "Ah, everything is going exactly as planned. I'm going to get my bandit bunch, then we will take over the tower. After that we will gather more bandits then raid Whiterun for the sword. If they die, I will threaten Balgruuf to give me the Ebony Blade and I will live happily ever after with a fuck awesome sword. If we win, I guess the bandits can do whatever they want with Whiterun." Lazarus thinks out loud while smiling at the thought of it. Since he was so lost in thought, he barely noticed a shrouded figure ahead of him. Lazarus stopped before he got too close to the stranger. The shrouded man was looking at him with an unwavering gaze, not saying a single word to Lazarus.
"Can I help you?" Lazarus asked him, the man only smiled. He was wearing a black cloak with a hood over his head. He had some kind of enchantment on his pitch black leather armor, but Lazarus couldn't tell what kind of enchantment. He had a weapons belt on him, and the only thing he can see of his facial features is his dark glistening red eyes. After a long pause, the man finally answered. "No, but maybe I can help you." The shrouded man says with a deep seductive voice, "You seem to be carrying a lot of items on you, it would be a shame for you to be weighed down by this inconvenience." Lazarus felt swayed by his words, he knew this was the work of magic; but he never saw a spell casted on him. Lazarus gulped down the feeling and said "Fuck you, I got somewhere to be." and started to walk past him. The man smiled at him and moved his cloak to reveal a silver knife. "I wouldn't do that if I were you. You see, I wasn't asking you to hand over your possessions. I was simply demanding you to." Lazarus stopped when he saw the knife and smiled, "Fine let me give you a face full of what I got."
Lazarus drew his blades as fast as he could but the man matched his speed and blocked. The bandit smiled at him, "You are a fool, you won't live this encounter my friend." Lazarus disengaged him and backed up from his opponent. The bandit let him back away. Lazarus got into a defensive position and prepared for his enemy. The bandit saw this and ran at him while his dagger reflected the light of the moons, he slashed at Lazarus with amazing speed. He was fast. Lazarus barely dodged the man's dagger and attempted a counter attack but he was already behind him. Lazarus blinked twice, trying to comprehend what had just happened. The assailant kicked Lazarus' spine and he tumbled to the ground, a meter from where he stood moments ago.
Lazarus struggled to get up as the bandit laughed at him, "I hope you pray a lot boy, because only the Gods can save you now!" Lazarus fought through the pain to get up on one knee. He knew what had to be done, he cleared his mind as he was taught to do when using his family technique. He closed his eyes as he activated Moon's Rising as his assailant came to him. "Closing your eyes at death? What a pussy!" The man said with a laugh. Only one thought flowed through Lazarus' mind now, and that was to survive. "Who's the pussy here?" Lazarus said while on the ground waiting for him to get closer, "Cause I'm a nord!" He yelled as his eyes shot open and changed into a combination of a bright orange and green. Lazarus jumped up stabbed both daggers into the man's shoulders with his enhanced speed. The man seemed more amazed than anything at this new challenge. He stood wide eyed at Lazarus as he was kicked in his sternum and went flying to the river. "Hell ya! Try again next time, loser!" He yelled at the river.
Lazarus started to walk away until he saw a single silver dagger fly out at him and stabbed him in his right leg. Lazarus let out a feral yell as he saw the man rise out of the water with no injuries on his shoulders. "What, but how did you-?!" The man laughed, and he smiled showing white glistening fangs. Lazarus stared wide eyed at him and whispered "A...vampire." "That's right little boy, you have no idea what you're in for." He smiled broadly at Lazarus and dashed at him. Lazarus barely had time to block, even when using Moon's Rising he still was barely fast enough. The speed his opponent possessed was outstanding, and because of it he couldn't run or fight. All he can do is block and wait to die.
Lazarus had to stand still and block as an onslaught of attacks were aimed for all of his vitals. Eventually his leg gave out and he stood on one knee with the knife extruding blood in a stream. "Why won't you die! What are you, the little boy that could?!" The vampire laughed loudly as he kept bashing on Lazarus' daggers with his bare hands. Lazarus cursed under his breathe, and tried to stab out at his opponent. He missed and was grabbed by the collar. "Look at you...you were dead when you picked up your weapons." The vampire said to him as Lazarus strained to breathe. "You want to die?" He asked Lazarus with a smile. "No, and I won't, not tonight. I don't like the idea very much, thank you." Lazarus says between his teeth.
He let his fangs show to Lazarus, "True, you won't die tonight. I will make sure you don't." He brought Lazarus' neck to him and leveled to his mouth. "No, you will live on in me and the soil that you walked upon." He started to whisper to Lazarus, "And your blood will flow into my lips and into the ground you hang over till you are nothing but bones." Lazarus was too consumed by fear to try and stop him as he gaped open his mouth and bit into his neck. Lazarus felt his blood flow out, as if it was an open wound, and his body started to slowly go numb. His eyes fluttered shut as his last thought was, Evelyn...Leo...I could really use that help right about now...
Leo rushed to Windhelm as fast as he could. Turns out he went faster then he thought, because he got there about a half an hour after the sun made its descent from the sky. He ran all the way to the gate on horseback and halted the horse before he slammed into the grand wooden door. The soldiers in front of the gate greeted him as General Broken-Storm and he ordered one to deliver his horse to the stables. The soldier obeyed obediently and Leo continued into the city. Immediately when he entered, he noticed two war veterans picking on a dark elf. The dark elves were the dominant race of Morrowind, where Evelyn was from, and many migrate from there to Skyrim. The first stop here is Windhelm, and many of them settle down here or continue to the College of Winterhold. So many settled in Windhelm though, they were even given their own district in the city. They settled into the wrong place. Windhelm is full of discrimination to anyone who isn't Nordic in nature. They were given the Snow District, now called the Grey Quarters because of their skin color. They live in the slums of the city, and in the shadows of all nords.
Leo grimaced at the sight of the two veterans and walked up to them. "Stand down, men. She hasn't done anything to deserve this." One of them turned to him, his name was Angrenor Once-Honored. "Oh? And why should we Leonardo? She could be a spy! You must take account of this General, their kind don't do anything to help our cause!" Leo chuckled, "Any one of us could be a spy you old fool! I could be a spy, you could be a spy, and the beggars could be spies! All I need to have to prove your one of the Imperial kin is proof, but I don't have that and neither do you." Leo stated to them with power and authority in his voice. "What kind of Nord are you? You don't deserve your title of General! You should be proud to remove this filth from the city!"
Leo frowned at this, you don't just offend a high ranking General in such away. "I am the kind of Nord, Angrenor, that holds my morals and honors in one hand! The other holds the mace to break bones of all that defy me and Ulfric! Now, both you and Rolff can leave this lass alone, because this so called 'filth' has a home and family to get to so I wouldn't talk more shit if I were you." Angrenor's eyes seemed to start a blaze and Rolff threw a punch at Leo. Leo caught it mid swing, "You have two options, Rolff" Leo says to him as he grips his fist hard, "I break your hand or you stop being stupid and leave the lady alone." Rolff pulled his hand out of Leo's grip and Leo pushed him with the hand that stopped him. Rolff didn't fall, but he cursed Leo and walked into the nearby inn. "That's what I thought."
After they left Leo went to the dark elf. "Thank you, those men are just a couple of asses." Leo smiled, "It's no problem, I don't mind being the one to stand up to them." She smiled back at him "It still deserves some praise. You are one of the few men to stand for us in this city." "Well, I don't mind standing up for someone as good looking as you, if I may say ma'am." She laughed, "Please Broken-Storm, I have a husband." Leo laughed "Do you now? If I remember right your Suvaris Atheron. Which means you are indeed not married." Leo said with his best shot at a seductive voice. She laughs when she notices his change in tone, "Maybe we can meet up sometime, but I have places to go to. Now if you excuse me, I'm done being harassed by nords today." Leo gaped his mouth, "So I was harassing you was I? Fine then, next time I won't help." He said with a laugh. She chuckled as she walked into the Grey Quarter.
Leo continued to the Palace of Kings and was saluted by every soldier on the way. When Leo came into the palace, he found that Ulfric and Galmar were arguing again. "If he's not with us, he's against us." Leo's fellow General says to Ulfric who sat on his throne. "Patience my old friend, Balgruff is no fool, he will come around eventually." Ulfric says and notices Leo walk up to them. "Ah, Leonardo, I knew you would make it back here in one piece and not a pile of ash. In fact, Galmar, you owe me a drink after we are done talking now." "Gods curse you." Was Galmar's only response to this. "You bet if I lived? Again?" Leo says to Galmar, "Of course, can't pass up a chance to win another drink." "Oh please, you've only won a handful out of hundreds, my friend." Ulfric said with a chuckle.
"All bets aside though, I have a mission for you Leo." Leo grimaced and sighed. "Actually sir, I have a request. I wanted to have your permission to take a leave from Stormcloak activities for a while." Ulfric looked surprised, "Oh? And where might you go?" "High Hrothgar, I've been summoned to them." Galmar looked shocked and looked down at the ground, looking defeated. "Hah! So it was you that they summoned? That means you are dragonborn, and that Galmar owes me another drink!" Ulfric smiled broadly. Leo looked confused, "You bet that I was dragonborn?" Galmar looked at Leo, "Not exactly, I bet that we didn't know the dragonborn." "Wow, Galmar, you need to stop betting Ulfric." Leo said with astonishment. "No can do lad, I still haven't had my fair share of free drinks." He said with a smile.
"Very well, Leonardo Broken-Storm! You must go to High Hrothgar at once. When you return we will move on with our war. I need every general for this mission so don't dally on your training with the Greybeards." Ulfric announced to Leo while getting off his throne and walking into the war room. Leo followed obediently "What needs the attention of every general?" Leo asked when they were in the war room. "We may have found the location of the Jagged Crown, but now that you will be taking a leave, we will check this information over and over until we have no doubts."
Leo was shocked that they found "the" Jagged Crown. That is quite an accomplishment, that would make Ulfric the proper High King of Skyrim. "That is very pleasing news, but that wouldn't stop the war..." Leo says grimly. "Of course it wouldn't, but it would give merit to the name of the Future High King of Skyrim and a powerful symbol." Ulfric says as he leans on the table with a map of Skyrim. The map has multiple red and blue flags sticking out of it, symbolizing the locations of strongholds for both Imperial and Stormcloak.
"Now Leo, you must be on your way to High Hrothgar, make sure to send Arngeir my regards when you make it to them." Ulfric says to Leo as he left the war room. "Yes sir." Leo says as he follows. "Again, try not to stay there too long. We still have a war to fight down here." Ulfric reminded Leo, "Of course sir, I won't stay too long." "Good, you are dismissed Broken-Storm." Leo nods and leaves the Palace of Kings, and starts his journey to High Hrothgar.
Evelyn arrived at Dawnstar, the city had a bad feeling to it. She shivered in the cold night, as she rode her horse to the inn. Something felt very wrong in this town, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. She got off her horse and tied it to the post. She decided to check out the town instead of going into the inn. She stopped by the water to relax for a little while. She looked at her reflection, and examined herself. Her brown hair seemed more wild, her amber orange eyes were rimmed with red, and her skin was now a pale gold. She's changed since Morrowind, and that was only a week ago. She now looked tired and filled with sorrow. She wondered, Did Lazarus see this?
Suddenly a scream tore through the night air. Evelyn jumped, looked around, and started a spell in her hand. Another scream came, and another, and another. The whole city was screaming in fear. Evelyn couldn't stand it, she covered her ears and doubled over. She desperately tried to block the screams, the screams that tore through the air like a nightmare.
Lazarus was walking in the cold, he was in Solitude. His stomach rumbles as he hungers for something. He was feeling excruciating pain coming from his neck but didn't care. The hunger became thirst, thirst for something smooth, warm, and satisfying. He longed for something, but he didn't know what. He ran across a warm puddle of water, he thanked the Gods silently as he sped up his pace to it. As he got closer he saw the water turn red and then crimson. He smelled the red liquid and was blissfully amazed at the flavors he could smell. It was blood.
He knelt down and tried to drink some out of his hands. He drank the blood, thankful of where ever it came from. The blood felt warm in his mouth and throat as he swallowed it. He reached for more, till suddenly a pair of pale arms rose from the puddle. The hands that reached out for him were skinny and frail with long finger nails. They took hold of Lazarus' arms, and Lazarus was surprised with the strength they held. They slowly dragged him closer and closer to the pool of blood. Lazarus struggled to break free until he heard thousands of whispers coming from the pool. All of the voices were repeating the words "Join us, join us, join us!" as he got closer, they got louder. Lazarus saw more arms come out of the pool as it enlarged in width, making it closer to Lazarus. The arms ensnared him and covered his mouth so he couldn't yell in terror as he was taken to the Crimson Abyss.
Lazarus woke with a start and gasped for air. He felt like he was drowning, drowning in blood. Warm...delicious blood. He snapped, "What...what in Oblivion is going on?" He thought out loud. He felt what he was laying on, it was a bed. He looked around and saw he was in a room. The room had a bone chandelier, hanging from what look like a cave's ceiling, and it had an alchemist table. There was an enchanting table on the other side of the room, it was adorned with a skull and enchanting circle. There was a bookshelf next to the table, and a cage beside the bookshelf. He saw another bed not too far from the one he was using, and a queen sized bed farther away. Nobody was in it though, he was alone in this room. He lifted his head but felt extraordinary pain come from his neck, so didn't even try to continue with that effort.
He heard a voice come from the doorway to the room. He tuned into the conversation as much as he could from the bed he was in. "Lucifer, you absolutely can not see him so early! Your very presence would likely put him in shock, or worse! Now do as I asked!" said an old, but powerful voice. "He's my son, why can't I see him?! I made him what he will be, so I deserve to see him." "Not yet you don't! Now go get Shy, I will need her to stay here when I leave tomorrow." the Old Man ordered to Lucifer. Lucifer grumbled, and Lazarus heard him leave. "I swear, that boy..." the Old Man said to himself.
The Old Man came into the room and saw Lazarus with his eyes open. "Ah, I thought you were awake. That's why I sent that bandit son of mine to leave this place." Lazarus coughed, "Who was that?" "Who, Lucifer? He was the man who brought you here. Good thing too, you would've died from what he did to you. You held up well, or at least that's what I'm told. He said you were a fighter, even in certain death. He likes men with traits like that." Lazarus tried to sit up, but again his neck shot out incredible pain. Lazarus hissed in pain and laid his head back down. "I bet the better question is, 'what happened?' or 'who are you?' Well, I will answer both of those right now. I am Telko, a council member of the Valkier vampire tribe. What happened to you was-" Telko tried to say until Lazarus turned wide-eyed and jumped out of bed. Lazarus collapsed from the massive pain and hit a nearby dining table with the top of his head.
Blood started to come out of his head as Telko helped him up and into the bed. "Let me go!" Lazarus yelled out at him. "Calm yourself Lazarus! Let me explain!" Telko snapped at him. Lazarus obeyed and looked at him. "How do you know my name..." He asked the old vampire. Telko sighed, "Long story short, I knew your parents. I knew your entire family actually. Now let me explain what you will be going through for a few days." Lazarus sat attentively as Telko told him the situation he was in, and that he was going to be a vampire in a few days. He would have horrid nightmares until the third and final nightmare. That is when he would become a vampire upon awakening.
"What if I don't want to be a vampire?" Lazarus asked after he was done with his speech. "You don't have a choice, I'm afraid to say. Lucifer stabbed you in the leg, if you remember right, and because of that you can't walk much. It's why you collapsed when you got up, but don't worry. Upon becoming a vampire your wounds will heal quickly, so you won't have to worry about it." Telko said reassuringly. "Can you cure me?" Lazarus asked. Telko gaped his mouth at Lazarus, "Why that would be horrid, why would I do that? Plus we have no cure disease potions here, we're vampires. We don't get diseases. The only known cure, anyways, is death. So if you would rather die, I would gladly feed from the blood of your body." Lazarus grimaced, "Okay, are the rumors true about vampires?" Telko blinked, "What? Well, first tell me what rumors and I will confirm them or deny them."
Lazarus took a deep breathe, "Are you able to eat garlic?" "Yes" "Do you kill people in their sleep?" "Some of us do, but we Valkier would rather not." "Can you die by sunlight?" "Not anymore." "What do you mean by that?" "In the time of the Oblivion Crisis, we could've, but due to the Valkier adapting over the last two hundred years, we no longer die by the sun. You should of seen me back then, I lit up like a torch when sunlight hit me." Telko smiled, "That sucked. Hehe, get it, sucked?" He added. Lazarus smiled and let the pun go by, "What happens when you're in sunlight now?" "Well, we lose all regeneration for our body, and become weaker then most mortals. That's about it."
"That's all?" Lazarus asked in amazement, "Pretty much, that and you will have to feed from people daily. You can use the Valkier volunteers, otherwise nicknamed by our kin as the Alto Wines. Kinda clever, if you think about it." Telko said with a smile, showing his white fangs. Lazarus ran his fingers through his hair, "Evelyn won't like this..." He thought out loud. "My turn, who's Evelyn?" "Oh, just this girl I know. She is a High Elf, and worst of all...a stendarr." "Do you have feelings for this lass?" Lazarus mulled this over a little, "I guess? I don't know...she just seems a little different then the nord women I know, you know what I mean?" "Do I ever, you should probably learn how to hide your eye color. It's a dead give away for us." Telko says with a smile. "Should I go back to sleep?" "Oh, by the gods, no! I will cook you up something to eat. Anything in particular you want?" "You have duck and leeks?" Telko smiled, "Good choice there, lad. It will be done in a little while."
Evelyn had no idea when the screams stopped, all she knew was that they did. The screaming seemed to last for hours, or was it minutes? She didn't know, all she knew was they were finally gone. Evelyn was still on the ground, covering her ears, as if waiting for it to begin again. She finally got up and looked around. Nothing. All lights were off in the windows, and the roads were empty. "Nothing?" She whispered to herself in amazement as she got up. Had she imagined it? Was she losing her mind? She walked to the local inn and saw at least ten people yelling at a priest of Mara.
Evelyn came closer until the voices became audible. "When are you going to fix these nightmares!" "Please it's the same nightmare over, and over again! It has to be some kind of curse or magic!" "Please help us!" The dark elf remained calm as everyone yelled at him. Finally he raised both his hands and announced his voice. "People, people; there is no curse on your town, and definitely no magic is occurring here. You are all fine. I recommend you stop eating rotten cheese before bed, maybe that would stop your ailments.
Evelyn shivered and put her hood on, this priest was hiding something. She could feel something was wrong, and this something was so strong that normal people could feel it too. This priest was hiding something dangerous. "You think rotten cheese is doing this! You're insane!" Someone yelled out at him. "I assure you, I am the only sane one here. Now, return to your homes, I will pray to Mara for all of you!" The priest announced before walking into the inn, leaving an angry mob to disperse. Evelyn saw that all of them looked as if they haven't slept in weeks. Who knows, maybe they haven't. Evelyn walked into the inn and saw the dark elf immediately. He looked exhausted, but not in a tired way. He saw Evelyn and forced a smile. "I saw you by the water." He says to her.
Evelyn must have looked surprised because he immediately reassured her. "I...I watch people who pass-by, I assure them nothing is wrong here." "But something is wrong here." She says. The priest looked away. "They're terrible, aren't they? The screams?" He refilled his cup with Alto Wine, "You drink wine?" He asked her while grabbing a second cup. "No, I prefer mead." Evelyn answers, for some reason she got drunk really fast with wine. She never liked being drunk. "You should just keep passing through, this town will not accept outsiders easily." Evelyn grabbed a bottle of Black-Briars mead. "I am at the very least staying the night, and I would like to know what plagues them so I can help. I have a feeling you are the only one who knows what's happening." She says as she fills her cup.
The priest looked at her and she saw a massive mixture of emotions. Fear, longing, sorrow, anger, pain, and so many more. "I am, but you must rest before the screams start again." She nodded and got up. She drank her cup of mead as she asked for a room and set it down as she went to sleep.
Leo was near Ivarstead, but not close enough to spend the night there. He decided that he would stop for the night, and set up camp. He tied his horse to a tree and set up his bedroll. He heard wolves howl nearby, they were most likely going to attack him. Leo got his mace out and slowly got in a crouching position. The wolves' howls got closer, but then another sound came; one much more menacing. The sound of a bear cub. Leo cursed to himself, "That mama bear is going to be some trouble." Leo thought out loud. Leo started to gear up in his banded iron armor.
The cub finally pushed it's way into Leo's camp as Leo finished putting on his armor. Leo barely had time to look at it as wolves came in from the opposite direction of the camp. Leo got his iron shield and took up his new orcish mace. Leo braced himself for the incoming wolves. His horse panicked as the wolves ran at Leo. A roar came from the distance as the bear cub cowered from the wolves. The wolves came for Leo though, ignoring the cub for now. Leo smacked on in the skull, killing it. Another jumped at him, he pulled his shield up, blocking the attack. One came from behind and tried to attack but Leo smacked it mid-air.
One swooped around Leo and went for the cub, Leo didn't want to deal with an angry mama bear; so he threw his mace and hit it's chest. He kept his guard up against the three wolves, when suddenly he remembered..."I could shout!" He yelled to himself. He knocked two of the wolves with his shield and shouted at the third. He yelled out the word "Fus!" and the wolf got knocked away about a yard. Leo dashed for his mace and got ready for the wolves. The wolves whimpered and ran away. Leo released a breath of relief, but than heard a roar. Only this time the roar was directly behind him. Leo looked at the ground and saw a massive shadow over him. "Oh, fuck me." Leo said as he turned around to see the angry mama bear looming over him.
Lazarus lay on his back with his hands behind his head, it wasn't too many times he got to relax like this. It was a little damp in the rut he was in, but he was fine with it. In fact, he felt very comfortable and very calm. Not a care in the world, as if there can never be a single one. Lazarus drew in a breathe, but started to cough instead. He covered his mouth and looked at his hand when he was done. Blood and dirt soiled his hand. He tried to draw another breathe when suddenly a pack of dirt fell on his head. He then noticed, this wasn't a rut near a river. This was a grave!
He tried to yell out for help, but dirt clogged his throat and it came out as a muffled moan. Another pack of dirt fell on him, he couldn't move his arms now. More and more dirt piled on him. He tried to push the dirt off of him, but it was too much. He moved his hand and heard the ringing of a bell. He desperately tried to ring it louder and louder, to get the attention of who ever was doing this. The bell was too muffled for even him to hear it, so he slowly drowned in the earth as the sun went black.
Lazarus woke choking on air. His breathing was heavy and labored as he sat up. He still heard the muffled ringing of the bell in his ears. He shivered and looked around the room. Empty, again. Lazarus scratched his head and looked at a small table with a book on top of it. The book had a folded piece of parchment on it that said "Open me" and the name Telko Mesiac. Lazarus took the paper and opened it. It read, "Dear Lazarus, I will be here late tonight. I promise that any other questions you have will mostly, if not all, be answered. Until then, I left someone that you might want to know with you till the evening. She is your Aunt, kind of. I made Lucifer and her into vampires, making them my son and daughter. Lucifer made you into his son, so your my grandson and her nephew. So be nice to her until I get back, and maybe you could get to know each other a little bit." Then at the very bottom it said, "P.S. She is a little mad to be in my humble abode, so she might seem a little crabby." And below that it said, "P.S.S. Don't do anything stupid."
Lazarus sighed and looked at the back of the note. "Read this and learn" was in another set of text. He looked at the book and read the cover. "Immortal Blood?" Lazarus said out loud as he opened the book. "It's the old man's favorite." A women's voice said from the doorway. Lazarus looked up and saw a beautiful young wood elf woman with a perfect body and lush black hair. Lazarus tried not to look at her like she was just a beautiful statue as she flipped her hair, but failed horribly. Her long hair would make any loyal man turn to her. She smiled maliciously at him, "You shouldn't be staring." He blinked at her and just stopped looking at her all together.
She laughed, "Did Telko tell you everything about me?" Lazarus looked at the book while saying, "No madam, he just said you're my vampire Aunt." She smiled, "Do you want to be a vampire?" She said to him while sitting next to him. Lazarus tensed as she brought her lips to his ears, "You can die if you don't want it. The gift is not for everyone and isn't for the unwilling." Lazarus gulped, it was the same magic the other vampire used. "I...ummm..." Lazarus tried to say but this magic was strong. "It's okay, you can nod for me and I will drink you dry." She said with a very seductive voice. Lazarus fought off the force to stop from nodding. "Hmm...your strong willed. Fighting off someone as good as me in illusion." She smiled at him, oh how beautiful she looked. She got up and walked away, "Don't think of coming on to me boy, I will eat you alive." she said with a wink. Lazarus released a breathe and smiled her way. "My name is Shy, and I am your vampire Aunt of sorts." She said as she bit through an apple.
Lazarus laughed a little to himself and looked at her face. Her eyes were bright red and her lips were a light pink color. She had a design around her right eye, it sort of looked like a couple lightening bolts. She also had a bird's feather behind her left ear. The feather was white and accented her hair nicely. He looked more towards her body and saw she was wearing a unique type of leather armor with a cape and hood attached to the back. She had a knife holster with a sharp silver knife and a bow was holstered on her back just above her hip. She smiled as she finished her apple, "Didn't I say don't think of coming on to me? Don't make me slap that smile off your face, Lazarus Lunar-Born. Telko said to babysit not to make sure you don't get hurt." She said with a wink. Lazarus blushed and looked away, "I don't mean to stare at you, it's just that I've never seen a vampire woman before. I was thinking you would look normal, like Telko and the vampire that ambushed me, not like...well, a beauty." He said with a smile as he read the cover of the book on his lap a hundred times over.
She smiled, "Awww, you are too sweet Lazarus! I like you." Shy said as she reached for a wine bottle, "I don't care what Lucifer says about you, you seem alright to me." "Is Lucifer the one that ambushed me?" Shy took a drink from the bottle and looked at him with a smile. "You bet he is. He raved on how strong you were compared to the usual people he tries to kill. He still said you were a garbage fighter of course, and even said you were a little smart mouth. But he saw a shine in your eyes that night and let you live to become one of our kin." Lazarus grimaced as he noticed the smell from what she was drinking to the smell in his nightmares, blood. "I thought you vampires drank only from volunteers? I am no volunteer." Lazarus said to her as he opened the book to find an author's signature on it. Shy laughed, "Not everyone follows rules, you should know that. Lucifer said you were talking about stealing the Ebony Blade."
Lazarus was afraid of looking at her, less he get caught staring at her body more then her face. "He did? Well then, that is a different story. I was planning on giving it to a person who was going to pay me." "That's not what he said, you can't lie to me mister. I would actually like to help you." Shy says as she walks towards him and bends over to meet his eyes. Lazarus blushed as their eyes met, "I want to help you retrieve the Ebony Blade and any other Artifacts you will be searching for. As long as I get one particular one..." Shy says to him with a shine in her eyes. Lazarus was entirely distracted by her and tried to talk clearly but couldn't. "Ummm...sure, you could help me. Just...uuuh, just tell me which one you want to keep." She smiled at him and said "Azura's Star. I was raised by Dark Elves and I absolutely want to get this artifact. It will help me greatly and I will cherish the star greatly until it is finally sent back to Azura's plain of Oblivion." She backed away from him and walked over to a chair and sat down in front of him. "Thank you for accepting my help."
Lazarus smiled at her and sat there in silence after. The silence continued until she said "Wanna do something fun? Play a little vampire game if you would. It actually only needs one vampire to do it, so we can play all we want." Shy said in a seductive playful voice. "What would that be?" "Well, you are now two-thirds the way to being a vampire. So I just thought that your blood regeneration rate is very high for a mortal. So we can play a game called Bleeding Delight." Shy says with glee, "Me and Lucifer play it all the time, but Telko doesn't like that we do it to each other because you are supposed to do it with fledglings, not full grown vampires." "What do you do to each other?" Lazarus says, unsure of the idea. "Well, since it would just be me doing something, I would drink your blood in a slow and steady flow. You will regenerate your blood at the same rate you are losing blood making it an endless stream of drinking."
"So I wouldn't die? Would it hurt?" Lazarus asks now starting to sweat a little, Shy saw that and smiled sweetly at him. "Of course not, to both of your questions. It will relax you and calm you, plus it would feed me very well. What do you say?" Shy says with an innocent and sweet voice. She wasn't using magic on him, she was hoping that he would out of his own will. "I...don't know about this though." Shy got off her seat and went next to him again. "Oh come on, don't be such a downer Lazarus. You got to let loose and unwind, especially after all the nightmares you had and the wierdness of all of these past few days." She whispers into his ear as she runs her hand on his back. She really has a way of getting the things she wanted Lazarus thought as she leaned on him and kissed his neck. Lazarus finally gave in to her seduction, "Fine, but you stop when I say so." Shy smiled at him, "If I do this right you won't want to stop. So I will give you a couple hours, okay?" She says like an excited little girl.
"Okay that's fine with me." Lazarus says as she get's in a comfortable position on the side of him and kisses his neck one more time. "Have fun sweet heart; I know I will." Shy says to him right before she bites his neck softly. Lazarus panicked a little bit at first but then felt immediately relaxed for some reason. He didn't feel like it was magic, but instead felt willing to let Shy drink as much blood as she wanted. He slowly laid down on his bed as Shy did the same with him and drank slowly and softly. Shy hummed as Lazarus relaxed and let the blood flow into her lips as if water was heading down a calm, quiet river. Her humming felt good on his neck and Lazarus felt amazingly bliss for the first time in a week as he laid on his bed bleeding in delight.
Evelyn woke to the yelling and screaming of both farmers and their families alike. She got up with a growl as the sun rose from the nearby ocean. After hearing the screams for the third time in the little time she has been here, she was about ready to leave. When she got up and got dressed into clothes worn by farmers and peasants. The clothing was green and brown, but it was comfortable on her so she tied her bag around her body and got her sword on her holster. Finally she left the room to the lounging area of the inn and got some mead for herself. The mead in Skyrim was great, she loved the Black-Briar family's the most. Whoever thought of making it was an absolute genius. She waited with her mead, and finally she heard it. The sound of an angry mob and a tired priest of Mara trying to calm them.
Now that she was rested more, she could feel exactly what was wrong with this town. It was not just magic, or a simple curse, it was a daedric presence of sorts. She tuned into the priest as he attempted to calm the crowd. "People, people...do not fear for you lives. They are nightmares, nothing more. Now please return to your daily lives as I look for anything out of the ordinary." The priest says to everyone as they again disperse. He groaned and walked into the inn, only to find Evelyn sitting near the door and staring up at him.
"Why hello there...ugh..." "Evelyn" She says to him, "Ah, Evelyn, so will you start asking me questions then?" Evelyn seemed to think about this and shrugged, "Under normal circumstances I shouldn't be able to question you. But seeing a priest of Mara hiding a daedric presence that shrouds the city of Dawnstar is quite suspicious." Evelyn said with such malice he flinched. "You're...you're a vigilant?" The priest says with a panic as he backs away from her. Evelyn got up, "Indeed I am, Priest of Mara, and I have extreme reasoning to think you are a worshiper of Daedra as well. So please tell me, what are you doing here and what are you hiding? Or else I will bring you to our base and make sure you tell us what you know." Evelyn says to him with hatred as she moves closer and closer to him starting a fire spell in her hands. He stared at her as her hands flared with blue flames and her brow creased in anger.
"I can explain all of this, I swear on the life of me and my allegiance to Mara." The priest desperately pleaded to her as her fire grew up her arms. Her fire stopped instantly, "Explain...now" she demanded as she sat down and he followed. "Okay, there is in fact a powerful daedric presence looming over Dawnstar. You can't help these people though, only I can stop this from happening, but I am not strong enough for these perils that come with it. Not alone at least." Evelyn used magic to grab the mead she was drinking earlier from another table. Magic is awesome She thought to herself as she tried to think about his situation. "So you need help but only you have the power to stop this. Sounds like you need an escort, maybe a couple." Evelyn says to him. He lit up, "Exactly! But I would need someone who can probably fight a small army, and I know nobody that can pull off such a feat." Evelyn smiled at the thought of the only people she could think of, "As a matter fact, I know two people."
Leo walked into Ivarstead with four wolf pelts and a giant bear pelt on his back. "I guess Dragonborn has it's perks huh?" He says to himself as he lets out a hearty laugh and walks towards the local inn. He traded the pelts for eight Honningbrew meads and a Black-Briar mead. He went outside again, and headed to the bridge leading to High Hrothgar Two men were talking on the bridge as Leo downed his second Honningbrew already. "Are you going to make the trip to High Hrothgar again, Klimmek?" One asked the other. "Afraid not, I can't do it with my old age. This year I will have to hire someone that is trust worthy." Kilmmek says to his friend. Leo couldn't help but notice them as he downed his fifth Honningbrew mead and approached them. "I could help you, I was just about to make the climb right now." Leo says to them.
Leo knew Klimmek from a couple years back, they made the climb together as he was delivering goods to the Greybeards. Leo was assuming that was the situation now. "Ah, Leo, My old friend! How convenient, you were planning to make the climb today?" Klimmek said excitedly. Leo smiled, "Of course, I have been summoned by them so the least I can do is give them some food." Klimmek laughs, "So you were called as dragonborn friend? I think it makes sense a nord like you to have this ability. You should have heard their call from here, it boomed like it was the voice of the gods themselves!" Klimmek says with astonishment. "I bet, but I really must be on my way Klimmek. I have a war to fight, I can't doddle on my climb or my stay at High Hrothgar." Klimmek nodded, "I understand, I don't want to keep you." He said with a smile. Leo nodded back at him and started up the seven thousand steps once again.
Telko nears his home around sunset. "Ugh, that meeting lasted eight hours! How absurd can they get..." He thought out-loud as he walked into Broken-Fang Cave. He wasn't greeted when he walked in, they were both probably in the room. Telko listened what was happening in the other room as he walked into the main cave. He heard someone get onto a wooden chair and the bed creaked as if someone was shifting possession. Telko smelled the air, he smelled blood in the room. He hoped that Shy didn't trick Lazarus into doing something stupid.
Telko walked in and found Shy drinking some blood from an Alto Wine bottle, and Lazarus was reading the first few pages of "Immortal Blood". "You didn't read it as asked?" Telko says as Shy looked up and smiled. "Hey Old Man, me and Lazarus actually got along. Just to let you know, but can I go now?" Shy says to him. He nodded and Lazarus looked up from the book. Telko saw his neck and stopped Shy on the way out. "What is that?" Telko says as he points to Lazarus' neck. Shy tensed, "What ever do you mean?" she said with a twitchy smile. Lazarus saw what was happening and hid his neck. "You fed from him! Are you crazy, Shy?" Telko yelled at her. Shy cringed in place like a dog that has disobeyed her master, "It was just a harmless game of Bleeding Delight. You don't need to be alarmed." Telko pinched the top of his nose, closed his eyes, and pointed to the way out with his other hand. "Leave...now!" Telko yelled without looking at her.
Shy recoiled and left without another sound. Telko sighed in disappointment as he opened his eyes and looked at Lazarus. Lazarus was hiding his face in the book, but he peeked over to see an angry old vampire. Telko waited for Lazarus to say something but he didn't. "Lazarus, I told you not to do anything stupid." Telko says to him with his arms crossed. Lazarus shrugged, "It seemed harmless enough, plus it didn't even hurt." "Bleeding Delight isn't supposed to hurt, it's more of a drug than anything." Lazarus put the book down and sat up straight. "How was I supposed to know that? I don't know much about vampires." "True, and that is why I'm not mad at you; I am mad at Shy. Mainly for forcing you into-" "She didn't force me, I chose to." Lazarus interrupts him. "Are you sure there was no magic in it?" Telko said, unsure of his confidence. "I have been around magic before, I know how to spot it."
They looked at each other with an unwavering gaze, and Telko knew he wasn't lying. "You're a damn fool. You could've died to her, and after you chose you wanted to be a vampire and live the life of one. You are truly a fool." Lazarus looked down from him, "Ya, ya I know. Tell me something I don't know." "I told you not to do anything stupid while I was gone, you are too young for anything that Shy will provide you with. You aren't even a fledgling!" Telko says outraged. "I am twenty two, that isn't young at all!" "Save your breath child, I am two hundred-fifty five years old, and Shy is over twice as old as you. So yes, you are too young for her shenanigans. Bleeding Delight can be dangerous for you." Telko says with annoyance. "I see now having her come here was a mistake, you will not be seeing her until after you train."
Lazarus gave a quizzical look, "What training?" Telko sat down at the seat Shy pulled out. "Would you rather go outside during the day as if you weren't a vampire? You need to know how to walk in a weakened state and learn how to use your new found properties respectfully." Telko says with wisdom. "And who will train me?" Lazarus asks expecting Telko to do it. "I was going to have Shy do it, but I don't know anymore. My only other choice is Babette or Lucifer. Babette is too far, and Lucifer isn't very trust worthy when it comes to teaching. Then again I could kick his ass if he doesn't do it right..." Telko says questioningly. "Why not you?" "Because I am a council member, that's why I wasn't here today. We are trying to figure out how to approach a couple famous problems. One being the Stendaar problem, and the other being the Volkihar problem." Telko says to him. No wonder he looks tired... Lazarus thought to himself as Telko shook the Alto Win bottle Shy was drinking out of. There was still some left.
"Why don't you bring Shy back? I promise we won't do it again." Lazarus said with a little hope. "Shy can force you to do it anyways, she can talk someone into anything. And if that fails, she can use magic on you." Telko says simply. "Please, she didn't succeed with magic." "She wasn't trying." Lazarus grimaced. "Plus I don't want you guys playing something worse then Bleeding Delight, such as Bloody Mary or Crimson Embrace." Telko says with a shrug. "Okay, now I want to know, what are those games?" Lazarus asks. "Bloody Mary is also a drug-type game, where one vampire drinks over half of the others blood. After that you will feel dazed until you gain your blood back, it is very subduing. Crimson Embrace is a game where two vampires drink from one victim on two different places. Most just bite both sides of the neck, but you can go nearly everywhere else. Both embrace their victim though and make sure to have blood come out of the wound and flow down the person's body." Telko explains to him as Lazarus thinks about them with fascination.
"That look says why I can't bring her anymore. She loves to play those games." Telko says to Lazarus as he stops thinking of it, "Awww, fine, but I swear on my families name that I won't do anything stupid if she trains me." "Your family is dead, why would that have any power to what you say?" Telko says plainly. Lazarus cursed, "Fuck, I forgot you know my family." Telko smiled, "Don't worry, I will get Lucifer to stay here and baby sit both of you two, but I will have Shy train you. While Lucifer is here though, she won't be able to do anything like that with you." Lazarus blinked at Telko, "I guess that works...but why won't she?" "Because they are more or less dating." Telko says to him. "I thought they were brother and sister?" "They are, but for vampires. They were married when they were turned, but they've been growing apart for a while now." Lazarus cringed, "Are you going to tell him about our game?" he whispered to Telko. "No, he would kill you if he knew. I don't want you dead." Telko said to Lazarus with a smile.
Telko got up from his seat, "Tonight is your final night to be able to really taste the food you eat. After tonight, your taste buds will change...to say the least." Telko says to him with a gentle smile. "What would you like for your last meal?" Telko asked him. Lazarus thought about this, finally he said with a broad smile "Venison stew, spiced wine, and seared slaughterfish with the side of mammoth cheese." Telko smiled, "You have quite a taste boy, it will be ready as soon as possible."
Evelyn decided to wait another night before leaving Dawnstar. She sent a letter to Leo and Lazarus via Courier, and told them to respond to the priest of Mara, Erandur, if they get it. He will wait until they finally arrive to save the town of Dawnstar from the nightmares of the daedric lord Vaermina. She released her influence on the city a very long time ago, and has plagued them since. She was to leave tomorrow after another day spent planning with Erandur to save the city. She would have to hear the feral screams of the village once again though, but this time it would strengthen her cause just as it did for Erandur.
Leo climbed the mountain slowly, even though he was in a rush to get to the top and finish his training he wanted to enjoy the pilgrimage. He's already killed a couple wolves and an ice wraith. The frozen beasts never stood a chance against the might of his mace. He read every altar on the way to the top, he felt if gave his journey luck. Leo neared a cliff area of the mountain, where a frost troll waited for him. Frost trolls are very powerful, but nothing Leo hasn't handled before. Leo got out his mace and readied himself for the beast to see him. It didn't take long, the troll got up and roared like the beast it was. The frost troll looked like a man with arms that reach the ground and claws as big as an eagle's talon. The troll had razor sharp teeth and a third eye in the middle of it's forehead.
Leo got his shield off his back and got in a defensive position. The frost troll rushed towards Leo and slashed at his shield. Leo bashed the beast's right arm away with his shield and smacked the left arm with his mace. He heard a bone crack, but that wouldn't stop the troll. The troll roared and quickened his barrage on Leo. Leo did the same maneuver but this time he heard a very loud and audible "CRACK!" as the frost troll yelled loudly. Leo took this chance to hit the right knee of the troll, hearing another loud snap of the bone, and making the troll get on it's knee. Leo used all of his strength to break the skull of the troll with one blow, killing it instantly. Leo smiled at his work and continued his way to High Hrothgar.
Leo read a couple more altars and killed more ice wraiths. It was a long journey, and took a day to get up but he made it. He could see the glorious home of the Greybeards, the masters of the Thu'um, and smiled at the sight. He saw High Hrothgar.
Lazarus was small, in his Uncle's manor with his brother and sister. They were playing a game of Hide and Go Seek, he racked at his mind for a good place to hide. The countdown started, he didn't have much of a plan but he knew that it would be awkward if his brother was done counting and turned around to find him so easily. The attic! That's where I'll go! Lazarus thinks to himself as he ran into the house. He ran up the steps and pulled down the stairs to go into the attic. He heard his brother's footsteps as he patrolled the hallways and called out his name and his sister's. Lazarus smelled something foul, something that smelled like rotting meat. He dismissed it until he heard a strange whisper from behind him, he would recognize that voice anywhere.
It was his Dad. He turned around and saw his mother and father's dead bodies. How did they get there? No way his Uncle killed them, he refused to believe such an atrocity. He looked for clues for what might have happened to them, and saw their throats were chewed off by some kind of creature. He came closer, gagging. His mother and father's corpses sprang up and pounced at him. Lazarus screamed in terror as he was eaten alive by his own parents, and his brother and sister laughed in the background.
Lazarus couldn't breathe when he woke up, he was crying uncontrollably. He rolled off the bed, landed on his hands and knees, and threw up on the floor. He gasped for air as Telko jumped off his bed and ran to help. "Lazarus stop! Stop!" Telko yelled at Lazarus as he cried and gasped for air. Telko grabbed him roughly off the ground and held him close. "Stop gasping Lazarus! Stop breathing!" He yelled at Lazarus until he finally stopped. Lazarus calmed down, and had a glaze to his newly found brilliant red eyes. Telko looked at them and saw so much pain in them, it reminded him of Lazarus' father when his wife died. Telko stroked his hair and whispered, "You can't breathe anymore Lazarus, your a vampire now."