My first real story ever. Please rate and review!

I write this just for the sake of writing and have no idea where this is going.

Also, English is not my native language, so sorry for any mistakes.

Vilkas thought of himself as a simple man. Sure, he was not necessarily uncomplicated, he knew he was sometimes a little broody and not exactly as cheerful and welcoming to strangers as his brother, but he never considered any of these things to be a problem. If one gave him a little time and maybe a good reason, he could become friendly with almost anybody. Or so he thought.

"...cannot even be in the same room as that idiotic, arrogant, ignorant..." Vilkas closed his eyes. There was that headache again. Did that woman never shut up? He sighed, but it was inaudible due to the constant stream of words coming from the new blood's mouth. At first Vilkas didn't like the idea of getting her drunk. Yes, it was tradition to go for a few bottles of mead with the new members of the Companions at the night of their welcoming ceremony, but he really didn't feel like joining in. There were just too many things on his mind. He couldn't focus on what was going on around him properly, and he knew that mead would not help the situation. He also didn't exactly know what to expect from the new girl, and how she would be when drunk. Ria for example became very touchy feely after the fourth or so bottle of mead while Aela picked fights with anybody instead. Farkas just wanted to cuddle everybody, including Jarls, watchmen, and trees. But this girl, that for some reason seemed to despise Vilkas, just talked. About him. As if he weren't there. Constantly.

"...not even a single nice word, nothing! No welcome, no well done newbie, he won't even say my name! I bet he doesn't even know it! He just pushes me around. Here, get my sword sharpened! Here, run an errand for me, do this, There, do that! And always with that glare..."

Vilkas had stopped listening a while ago. Can't she just continue drinking? At least she's quiet while she has a bottle on her lips.

Farkas though seemed to have a great night. He really enjoyed the way the newbie slagged off his brother and would laugh at her impressions of Vilkas as she tried to copy how he bossed her around.

Vilkas himself didn't really care about the new girl. His thoughts were somewhere else. The blood... he still felt the call of the blood. Envious he eyed his brother who seemed to have no problems whatsoever to resist the urge to transform, howl at the moon, run on the fields and hunt whatever poor creature dared to cross their paths. Just the thought of it got his mouth watery.

No, he should have stayed at Jorrvaskr. This new member of the Companions meant nothing to him and would, in his opinion, not even survive the first week. He had seen it so often.

Without even as much as a word, Vilkas got up and left the Bannered Mare. He felt his brother's eyes on his back, but also knew that nobody else noticed his disappearance. All the better.

While heading back to the place he called home, he thought of all the Companions of late. Not many were around these days, and not many survived long enough to be called Companion by Vilkas. They just had to mourn too many losses. So many wannabe warriors from all over Skyrim sought their fame and fortune by heading to Whiterun and trying to join the Companions. Vilkas did not like that. If someone arrived at the door, someone who had a name, a reputation, or maybe at least brought a dead sabre cat with him, Vilkas would be the first to welcome him amongst their ranks. But people like this girl... He shook his head. What was Kodlak thinking? She wasn't even wearing proper armour. Just a bit of leather, and two swords that reminded him of daggers rather than anything else. She looked so tiny and fragile. Vilkas was supposed to test her strength, and just let her hit him, afraid he might accidentally break her in half if he took a swing at her. Fair play to her, she hit him quite nicely. But he knew that in a real fight, against an opponent like himself or his brother, the girl wouldn't last a minute.

When he arrived at Jorrvaskr, he glanced at the building for a second before entering. All this history. All these important people, heroes, true warriors, battles, epic deeds... And now they were so desperate for new members as to accept anybody... even if they were as weak as this girl.

Vilkas entered the building and went straight downstairs, in the direction of his room. He knew that within a few days, a few weeks at the most, they would meet at the Skyforge to burn the girl's body. What was Kodlak thinking...?

Farkas had a great night! There was mead, there was song, there were friends all around him, and there was a nice excuse to enjoy a few more pints than usual. A new Companion at last! He had a good feeling about that one, even though she seemed tiny, he had seen her in action and knew what she was capable of. Although she was not as physically strong as him or his brother, she seemed to know exactly just where to stick her blades. As if for some reason she saw every weakness in her opponents defence. He admired that, just as he admired the way she moved. When Vilkas came down the stairs in Jorrvaskr, Farkas was able to tell from the noise alone long before he could see his brother, and he knew that he himself was no different. This girl though was here one second, and somewhere completely else the next, and he never knew how she got from one point to another so quickly. And she was kinda cute, too. A little young for him maybe, she must be about ten years younger than himself. And I'd probably squash her. The thought made him smirk, so he quickly brought his tankard up to his lips to hide the treacherous smile.

Farkas knew that his brother frustrated the girl, but he didn't worry about it too much. Sooner or later he would warm up to her, as he always did. But the new blood, Sanja, just couldn't let it go. She must have started ranting about Vilkas just after her third tankard of mead, and she only stopped when she noticed that he had left.

Farkas also didn't worry about his brother. He knew exactly what occupied Vilkas's mind and would give him the privacy he wanted. But since nobody was there to make up for all the drink, that Vilkas was supposed to have that night, Farkas had to take one for the team and drink twice as much as usual. Could be worse, he thought as he downed his ninth tankard. That was when the singing began. All of a sudden, Sanja was standing on a table, howling something that was probably supposed to be a drinking song. She's far, far gone. Nobody seemed to mind, after all everybody was quite intoxicated at this stage, and nobody apart from Farkas seemed to notice the slight change in the girl's facial colour. Quickly he jumped up, grabbed the girl, threw her over his shoulder like a potato sack, and carried her to the door, followed by some amused, and even more surprised looks. Just as he was ready to put her down on her feet, he heard that treacherous choking noise, followed by an uncomfortable, warm wetness running down his back.

"...Oh... Sorry..." Was all he heard before the vomiting continued. He finally put the girl down and held her hair back so it wouldn't fall into her face while she reproduced all the mead she had that night. Well, he'd need a bath, but at least she didn't. In this state, she'd probably drown.

Farkas, being the good shield-brother he was, waited for her to finish before picking her up bridal style and carrying her to Jorrvaskr. While Sanja was falling asleep in his arms he mumbled to himself "...You owe me, girl. Big time!"