Notice: I apologize for the summary, it seems fan fiction keeps messing it up no matter how many times I change it and Im not sure why. Here's what it's suppose to be

Summer has long past & Autumn has started to settle in,as have the spooky believe the tales of monsters lurking the forests were just to scare children into coming home Kyra's mind isn't completely made up. After a job she finds herself as a vampire unlike any , Brynjolf searches for must keep a hold of his heart as well as her secret.

Kyra looked over at the papers, looking down at all the jobs that had been completed. It had been so long since she herself had done a job. She wasn't often too busy to give it a second thought. Between the dragons and the civil war her hands had been tied. But there was a part of her that longed to feel the thrill once more. To feel the wind on her face, the moonlight on her cheeks and the pounding of her heart against her chest.

" I swear if I hear one more horror story I'm going to slit my throat."

Vex's voice echoed. Delvin's voice followed quickly after.

" What's a matter Vex? Scared?"

" Why would I be! I'm just tired of hearing of these stupid stories!"

Kyra tuned out their argument. Her eyes drifted to an open job at the bottom of one of the pages. She would gladly take it.

" Kyra will you please tell him that these stories are nonsense!"

Kyra looked up. " What stories?"

" These horror stories of ghosts and vampires! They are just made to spook the kids into staying in at night around this time of year since the sun set sooner. The wolves always end up lurking closer to villages."

Kyra stood up, folding one of the papers and putting it into her pocket. " Vex does have a point."

Delvin clucked his tongue. " You ladies believe what you will."

The two looked at each other and gave a small shrug. They were just tales to scare the kids, that's all.

" I'll be gone for a few days, I'll need you and Brynjolf to keep an eye on the guild for me while I'm gone." Kyra started as she turned and started to clean up her desk. Vex rose a brow in question.
" Taking a job?"
" I need to. It's been so long since I have."

Vex nodded her head. " When do you leave?"

" I'll leave in the morning, I need to pack."

" Better make sure you tell Bryn or else he will have your head."

Of course. The last time she had left he was so mad that he didn't talk to her for the remainder of the day. She'd make sure to let him know.

" Where is he?"
" Last I saw he was having a drink."

Kyra gave her thanks and made her way to the bar. Behind her she could hear Delvin calling out a warning to her,

" Stay safe Kyra! Don't let the tales prove their existence to you while you're on your travels!"

Kyra knew they were just tales, they were fake. But as she let the door close a part of her feared what she would encounter once she stepped past the city gate.

" You're taking a job?"

Kyra nodded, thanking the bartender as he sat her ale on the table before walking away.

" I miss it."

Brynjolf raised a brow, then cracked a smile after taking a moment to think. " It's an addicting feeling lass. Where you off to?"

" A cabin not too far from here. A day's travel at most."

" Ah, so staying out in the forest for the night? Don't let the monsters get you."

Kyra frowned as she finished taking a sip. " Not you too."

He let a brief laugh escape him as he raised his tankard. " I heard the argument earlier. Those two can be loud when they want to be."

Brynjolf noticed her silence. She stared down at her ale, her finger tapping the handle. It couldn't be that she-

" Do you believe it? Do you believe the stories are real Brynjolf?"

He was so taken aback that he had to rush to find a response.

" They are for the kids, you know that lass."

She looked at him, nodded, then returned to staring down at her tankard. It was then he realized that a part of her was truly frightened. So he reached out his hand and laid it on top of hers.

" You'll be okay lass, I promise."

Their eyes met and he squeezed her hand harder. The corner of her lips turned as she returned the squeeze.

" I just got ahead of myself is all. I blame the lack of sleep."

Yes, perhaps that's what had her falling for such silly stories. For the rest of the night she never once mentioned the topic again. Instead she let her mind focus on her ale and the man in front of her. Soon the stories were long forgotten and the least of her worries.