Well I finally got inspiration to write again after about four years or so. And this is the result of that midnight bout of boredom I always face. This is about my Nord vampire Lord character Ves. She is also the hero of kvatch because that character was a also a vampire so why not. Hope you enjoy don't forget to review and if you like this check out some of my older work. The writing styles probably a little different but still enjoyable nonetheless.
Hell has a new meaning when your immortal, and continue to add new faces to that ever growing body count. But then again Ves was damned from the start. She was, after all, an ancient vampire with far too many regrets. A beautiful nineteen year old on the outside but inside she was a blackened mess who seems to taint all she touches. A beautiful demon of the night with a habit of far too much monologuing.
"Oy, You listening ta me?" The Young Breton man said trying to regain Ves' attention. "Those men yous alooking for, them Dawnguard fellas they was headed to the Barrow to look into a rumor of a werewolf pack."
"Werewolf pack?" That got Ves's attention. Werewolves were not generally on the Dawnguard's hunting list but they often made exceptions. To them a monster was a monster, innocent of murder or not. Which Ves found funny, because in many way the Dawngaurd were monsters themselves. They murder her kind without thought or remorse.
Ves didn't talk any further with the young farm boy due to the slowly growing light climbing over the mountain. She had to use what remaining time she had to make it over to the Barrow. Though tired as she was, Ves had work to do yet. So she set off to walk the three miles towards Bleakfalls Barrow where her life as a "Dragonborn" began just a few years ago.
"I swear that boy lied to me, and forced to walk through this light for no reason..." Ves muttered pulling her hood lower to try to prevent then sun from reaching her face. Her royal armor should immediately warn the Dawnguard of who she was, or at least what she was. A powerful and pissed off vampire with a personal vendetta against them.
As she trudged through the the snow Ves couldn't help but think of how hot it was becoming, when she sensed the movement of the first bolt coming towards her faces. Cursing her weariness, Ves dived to the ground and rolled behind a boulder near the first steps to the Barrow. As tired as she was she could tell how awesome she was about to do in this fight. If she was killed by the Dawnguard she would never live it down.
Hearing yells of warning to other men from the bastard who presumably shot at her, Ves quickly downed an invisibility potion and sprinted towards a group of boulders. She quickly climbed to the top and watched as three Dawnguard members came to investigate if she was still alive. As the got closer she readied two throwing knives from her boot.
"Damn, here's the bolt. Missed her."
"Don't take it to heart vampires are fast. But why is one here so close to dawn." A rough looking man said with a smokers voice. "I thought we were hunting Werewolves.
"Maybe its a trap to lure us into a vampire lair prepared for the wrong enemy." The man continued as he moved along the ground searching for Ves's prints and only see where she rolled. Luckily for Ves her vampirism made finding actual foot prints nearly impossible. Especially for the superstitious morons the Dawnguard hires.
"Maybe they made an alli-" Started a smaller member of the group only to be responded by one of Ves's knives hitting him in the throat. The other knife met the smoker in the eye, right through the open part of his helmet. The last standing member of the group readied his sword and slowly started to turn in circles searching for Ves whose potion wore off as she crept behind they man and slit his throat.
With the last one gone she gather her two knives ripping them out of the corpses and quickly cleaned off the blood. Feeling the sun about to reach its morning height Ves sprinted into the barrow, closing out the world of the light.
Inside was crawling with Dawnguard, Ves could tell by the a small mark left at the door. They did this for any reinforcements who came in search of lost men. Just to know the force lost and measure the danger. Just in the front room ten of the idiots were standing around the body of a giant man shaped wolf. Crouching down Ves carefully maneuvered herself into the shadows. Silently Ves crept, passed them. They must have been recruits for this to be so easy. She didn't want to take on so many trained hunters by herself without the knowledge of who else might come to their aid. And with the werewolves confirmed presence Ves might as well try to get some help. When she reached the place where she had first faced off a giant spider on her first visit, she was tackled by a very familiar face.
"Valette."
And like that she was pulled from her dreamworld. A place of memories and back into the realm of pain.
Hope you enjoyed.