The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion
BLOODLETTER
Disclaimer: I do not own the Elder Scrolls series. The geniuses at Bethesda Software do. Kudos, guys, for making such an awesome series. Also, I have basically completely disregarded the Main Quest, as with most pieces of Fan Fiction. Thusly, I consider no character essential, so if I kill off one of your favorite NPCs, I apologize in advance.
Anvil was usually a quiet town. Situated on the Gold Coast of Cyrodiil, it was fairly popular if you wanted to relax somewhere. It was a decent enough place, if you liked ports, and though sometimes the patrons at the taverns could get a little rowdy (especially at night), the Anvil Watch was usually on top of things.
Jesan Sextius settled into his bed. It had been a rather long day at The Count's Arms, and, alright, he'd admit it, he'd had one or two drinks (Or seven, now that he thought about it). The Imperial shut his eyes, and the combination of bodily fatigue and alcohol carry him away into a land of dreams.
Two hours later, he had a surprise visitor in the night. He was somewhat tall, around the average height of an Imperial. It might've been possible to discern what race he was, if his face wasn't concealed in a black hood. He wore a dark shirt, pants made from green felt, and shoes made of doeskin. The man crouched in front of the door, and pulled a set of lock picks from a pouch. Delicately and carefully, he picked the lock to the front door.
The person opened the door, making very little noise. He searched the house carefully, noting everything, before turning to Sextius in his bed. The intruder pulled back his hood, revealing the somewhat aged and hardened facial features that had been for so long associated with the vampires of Cyrodiil. He was indeed an Imperial, with light, auburn hair and eyes that were once a deep blue, but now only gleamed red. His face was gaunt, and it was evident that the vampire had not fed for quite some time.
The vampire grinned, leaning over the sleeping Imperial. He proceeded to feed upon the sleeping Sextius, his "normal" appearance returning. In a minute or so, he was finished with his macabre meal. He grinned again, flashing white fangs like ivory, before drawing a simple iron dagger from his belt. He clamped a gloved hand over the sleeping man's mouth, causing him to wake.
Before Jesan could scream, the vampire had already slashed his throat. The cut was deep, and Sextius died near-instantly. The vampiric murderer continued to slash the corpse, gleefully smiling. He cut the flesh of the Imperial, cleaving deep lacerations. He only ceased once the dagger broke, its iron blade fragmenting when it hit a bone.
The vampire threw the dagger aside, before raiding Sextius' home. He stole very little, a few sets of clothing, some gold, and a few books. He changed out of his bloody attire, and clothed himself with one of his victim's outfits. Then, he strolled casually out the front door. It would be two days before Sextius' disappearance would be reported by Wilbur, publican of The Count's Arms. The Anvil City Watch would find his mutilated body soon after. By the time this happened, the murderer would have left the area, heading towards Skingrad. He had gotten away with murder, and with the Anvil City Watch barracks next door, nonetheless!
The vampire stepped outside and headed east, confident that no one saw him.
The beggar saw.