Hey FanFiction/Skyrim lovers and fans, so this is the first Skyrim fanfic story I've ever made, I hope it ends up being good, but anyway, basically, it's gonna revolve around my OC Dragonborn and Serana from the Dawnguard DLC, which is my favorite of the DLCs'. And in the future, it's possibly going to evolve into a romance between the two. And the armor my OC Dragonborn's going to be wearing isn't from the game, but it's a mod I downloaded back then when I played PC Skyrim, it's called the Silver Dragon Armor, just look it up and you'll get a good picture, don't hate because I loved that armor and it's original. But anyway, let's get into the story because I know you guys are tired of listening to me. Please review and let me know what you thing. Disclaimer, I own nothing except my OC, rights go to Bethesda.
The harsh breeze of the bitter tundra, known as Skyrim blew over the snow bound land. It had been long since the Dragons' returned, led by Alduin, the world eater, and that word that the Dragonborn, the Dovakiin, had finally appeared after so long, to face Alduin. He had delved deep down into the darkness and had retrieved an Elder Scroll, and faced down his winged foe, with the help of his closest allies of the Companions, Aela, Vilkas and Farkas, and his Housecarl from Whiterun, Lydia. Together, they and Parthurnax cast out the black winged beast, and drove him away, far to the seclusion of the mountains, so he could heal, and prepare to enter Sovngarde to regain his strength, but it would take almost a year for the portal to be ready.
A bloody civil war ravaged across Skyrim, between the Legion of Cyrodill, led by General Tullius, and the Stormcloak Rebellion, led by Ulfric Stormcloak. But the Dragonborn was stuck in the middle of it now, he had made a small life for himself in Whiterun, and loved the city dearly, and knew that it was on the verge of being attacked. He wouldn't align with either side because he saw the good and bad in both. The Legion had a point that Ulfric Stormcloak was out of line for challenging King Torygg, and using the voice for tearing him apart, but the Imperial Legion was the puppet of the cruel Aldmeri Dominion, the Thalmor, which thought itself the ruler of creation.
The Stormcloaks however, were right that the Nords had lived long before the Imperials ever came to Skyrim and had no place there, and fought for the freedom and liberation of their homeland, but even corruption lived among their cause in secrecy. The Dragonborn had denied both sides' requests to join their causes.
Now a new threat had arisen, and since Alduin and the dragon menace had quieted down, that drew the Dovakiin's gaze...Vampires. The first day he found out about the vampire attacks, was in his own home city of Whiterun.
The Dragonborn had been led from the inn by Aela about a raid at the gate. He sprinted as fast as he could under his heavy, black plated armor, his long, tall horned helmet in hand, and his heavy dragon bone greatsword sheathed on his back. When they finally arrived at the gate, the guards had formed a defensive line against the attackers, but the Dragonborn was surprised when he saw a large, hulking, Gargoyle break through the line, and following it were snarling vampires, their eyes as red as fire, and were dressed in clothes he had never seen.
He placed his helmet firmly on his raven black haired head, the eye holes lit up crimson, and he drew his sword. With a battle cry, he charged at the gargoyle, and before the creature could react, he drove his large sword through it's chest, causing it to fall silent. He grabbed the first vampire by the head, and threw it into the nearest wall, kicked the one that was charging at him back, and slammed his sword through the vampire at his left flank's gut, the vampire hissed as the flame enchanted blade destroyed it from the inside.
He heard the one he had thrown into the wall coming back, drew a large, curved dagger, looked at the approaching blood sucker, and threw the knife directly between the creature's eyes. He looked at the last vampire, who was still lying on the ground, and marched over to it. He grabbed the former man by his throat, and lifted it off the ground.
"Okay monster, I want answers, why did you attack?" the Dragonborn was a large, and very muscular Nord man, who fit the warrior path perfectly.
"I won't answer to a lowlife such as you!" the vampire hissed, the grip around his neck tightening.
"My patience is limited bloodsucker! Tell me what I want to know or I will tear you limb from limb, and believe me, I'm not above killing anyone who attacks my home city." the Dragonborn growled.
"You know nothing...your world, everything you know, will become everlasting darkness." the vampire smirked evilly, bringing slight fear to the Nord's mood.
The vampire fell silent when a steel tipped arrow went through it's undead skull. He dropped the corpse to see Aela with her bow drawn. "Why did you do that?" he asked her.
"Fury, there was nothing more he was going to tell us from what little he had already, it was no use in letting him live." she defended.
"I know this...but I feel that this was more than just a simple raid, vampires haven't been bold enough to attack one of the cities, especially a hold capitol…no...someone's planning something big, and I'm gonna find out who." he lifted his helmet off of his head, revealing his raven black hair that went down to his shoulders, his mustache and beard that trailed around his lips and chin, and his glowing green eyes, which was an effect of him being a werewolf for so long.
"What do you plan to do?" the companion asked.
"I'm not sure yet...alright, Aela, I need you to stop by Breezhome, tell Lydia that I'm going away for a while." she nodded and headed toward his abode while he left for the carriage.
"Ah, Mr. Fury Sir, climbing on board for a ride?" the driver asked.
"Indeed I am." Galahad climbed into the passenger area and tossed a pouch of coins to the driver.
"Where to?" he asked.
"Riften." the Dragon blooded man answered.
(The Rift, one day later)
The foggy city of Riften wasn't actually where Fury had wanted to go, but it was as close as he needed to be, for where he was going resided in the Rift, but secretly...Fort Dawnguard. He had received news of it from an Orc who was recruiting people for the band of Vampire hunters in Whiterun, but Galahad had seen it as a pointless cause, until the recent Vampire attack.
It took him hours to reach, but finally he found the secret mountain pass, that led him directly to the huge, and greatly fortified castle. From the outside, it looked nearly abandoned, there was one guard, equipped with heavy buckled armor and a crossbow slung over her back, and a one handed axe at her waist, who surprisingly didn't demand he explain himself, she just acted as if he wasn't there.
"Hmph, no wonder they're suddenly recruiting." he mused to himself.
The large wooden gates stood still, there was another guard standing at it, but his armor was heavier than the woman who was standing on guard's armor, with another shoulder pauldron on his left shoulder, and had the same axe and crossbow, but as an addition, he carried a shield, engraved with the Dawnguard emblem.
"Ah, another warrior here to join the guard?" the soldier asked.
"Yes, are you the leader?" Fury asked, but his question made the soldier laugh.
"Not even close, I'm just another soldier, Isran, he's our leader, just head on inside and he'll get you sorted." the soldier pushed the large doors open, revealing the old, cobweb filled fortress.
In the large, rounded center, was a man in similarly buckled armor, he had dark skin, a very stoic looking Redguard, he had a dark scraggly beard and very bushy eyebrows, and had bright golden eyes. Hoisted on his back was a large war hammer, but designed very differently from most he'd ever seen. There was another man there, but he was dressed in heavy robes, and had plated gauntlets and boots, and had an amulet of Stendarr around his neck, giving away that he was a vigilant of Stendarr, a group who had repeatedly threatened Fury for being a werewolf, but not just any kind of werewolf, but he had developed his beast form into a wolf much quicker and stronger than most werewolves, making him an ideal target.
"I warned you vigilants where your 'investigations' would lead you, and look what happened, and I personally remember Keeper Carcette saying that Dawnguard is a shambling ruin, not worth the manpower to repair, so why should I offer you shelter and help NOW?" Isran growled at the vigilant.
"Isran, Carcette is dead, and what do you want me to say Isran? That you told us so?! Now that my allies are dead and our home is burnt to the ground, to prove you were right, and we were wrong?!" the man shot back.
"I...I didn't mean it that way, but you should have come to us about it, we could have investigated it and none of this would've happened...and I am sorry to hear about your loss." he stopped when his eyes fell upon the black plated, armored Nord that had entered recently.
"Hold that thought Tolan." he gave the Nord his attention.
"So, you're here...and to do what?" he asked Fury, who was startled by his assertive attitude.
"I'm here to join this...Dawnguard, because my home, Whiterun, was attacked, and I wanna help prevent it from happening again." he answered the stoic Redguard.
"Look around you, Nord, there's really not much to join, but I AM looking for able bodied people who are willing to help fight those damned blood suckers."
"By the way, you got a name?" Isran asked.
"Err...Fury." he answered sheepishly, but Isran's golden eyes widened in surprise.
"Fury...the Dragonborn? You're the Harbinger of the Companions. Ha! And you came to help us out...hmmmm, I could use a fighter like you, in fact, to see what you can do, I'm sending you on a little assignment. Tolan...tell him about this...err...Dimhallow crypt." Isran addresses the vigilant.
"Yes...myself and the other vigilants delved inside and made quick enemies of the vampires, later, we were attacked in our hall near the crypt, we stood no chance against the vampires, I barely escaped with my life, you and I shall travel back there and find what they were looking for." he explained to Fury.
"Tolan, you should stay here, the vigilants aren't trained to fight vampires, and need to recall every member of the vigilants, if they're being attacked all across Skyrim, then they'll be safer here than anywhere." he tried to reason with Tolan.
"No! I'll not stand idle while my brothers and sisters remain unavenged, it's the least I can do to help." he took his leave of the fort.
"I guess I should be going." Fury equipped his helmet.
"Wait, take this crossbow, best thing for killing bloodsuckers." Isran handed him the crossbow, and a small quiver holding at least thirty bolts.
"Thanks." Fury slung the crossbow around his back and tied the small quiver to his waist, and marched out the door.
(Outside Dimhallow Crypt)
"This must be the place." he stood in front of the darkened cave, but a chill flowed through that made his skin crawl.
"I can see why it's called Dimhallow." he thought to himself.
As he entered the cave, he could hear chatter...but of who, he didn't know. When he came into the dim light of the cave, he finally could make out two figures, and under them was...Tolan.
"Damn...poor man, he deserved better." he thought to himself as he looked for ways to deal with them as quietly as possible, he couldn't approach them due to his heavy armor, but the main reason he couldn't approach was the death hound that was standing guard near the vampires.
But then he remembered the crossbow Isran had given him, he grabbed it, drew a bolt, locked it into place, loaded the crossbow, took his aim at the first vampire's head, and fired. The bolt flew quickly, until it sank itself into the skull of the Dunmer vampire. The other looked around in shock, the hound was on the prowl, until it received a bolt into it's head as well, leaving the lone female vampire.
"Who's there?!" she demanded. "I'm warning you, I will drain the life out of you!" she threatened. She backed up slowly, until she backed into something, tall, large, and metal. She turned to see Fury standing behind her, his black armor hiding him, except for the helmet's crimson glowing eyes, the only way she could see him. Before she could scream, a dagger found it's way into her dark and corrupted heart, and with one last breath, she fell to the ground, her cold body going limp.
"Isran was right," he looked at the crossbow strapped to his back, "It is a great tool for killing vampires." he chuckled as he sheathed his dagger, and grabbed the crossbow and repeated the reloading process.
He met some foes along the way, but they proved no fight for Fury, they either didn't get close due to his crossbow firing, or they were cut down by his dragon bone, flame enchanted greatsword, going through their undead flesh like hot butter. Until he heard chatter from below, he looked down to see two vampires interrogating a man, who had been beaten repeatedly.
"Tell us what you know vigilant!" they demanded.
"You'll get nothing from me monsters!" he fought back, the first vampire grabbed him, while the other grabbed his dagger.
"Wrong answer!" the vampire drove the dagger right through the vigilant's heart, making him drop dead on the floor."
"Fus, Ro Dah!" from above, the gate blew off it's hinges, and from above, a black armored Nord leaped with a greatsword, and onto the first vampire, driving the sword through it's back.
The vampire that had held the vigilant back drew his sword, and charged at Fury, but he didn't ,ove, instead, he uttered three words, "Yol, Toor Shul!" a blast of fire erupted from the Nord, and the vampire was set ablaze, it hissed and screamed, until it's body fell limp, and slowly turned into a pile of ash.
"Hmmmm, roasted..." he chuckled on the inside.
He came to face a large, stone circling of pylons, there was a small pedestal in the center, he pulled off his plated gauntlet, and placed his right hand over it, but before he could guess what was about to happen, a razor sharp blade sprang up, and went right through his hand, he gasped in pain and fell to his knee, as the blood from his hand seeped into the round, bowl like pylon.
One of the pylons began to glow purple, he looked around at the other dust collecting, still pylons, he looked at the streak of purple and finally pieced the puzzle together. He moved to the next pylon, and pushed it to where the purple glowing trail led, when it crossed over, the pylon did the same as the first, and erupted purple, and another trail appeared. When he finally moved every pylon, a the center of the circled area came to life, and a large stone construct appeared. He approached it as it began to slowly slide open, but what he was shocked to see, was a woman.
She had dark raven black hair, just as he, her silk smooth skin was deathly pale, her eyes...were bright orange, she had to be a vampire, her build was slim, but her features were matured, and she had some muscularity, probably due to vampires having double the strength, agility, speed, eyesight, hearing, and reflexes of a normal human. On her back was something that brought a chill to his spine...an Elder Scroll...a piece of reality, just hanging around her back.
She fell forward as her eyes were stirring, but before she could hit the ground, he caught her at lightning speed, and helped her to her feet.
"It's okay...you're safe..." he tried to comfort here.
"Thanks...I...I was just waking up...that felt...weird." she placed a palm on her spinning head.
"How long were you stuck in there…" he stumbled because he didn't know her name, he took off his helmet so she could see he showed no threat.
"Oh, I'm...I'm Serana...and I...I'm not sure…tell me, what's happening right now, in Skyrim?" she asked him.
"Well...there's a bloody civil war going on between the Empire, led by General Tullius, and the Stormcloak rebellion, led by Ulfric Stormcloak." her eyes widened at 'empire' and 'civil war'.
"Empire? From where?" she hadn't seen even the founding of the great empire? She had really been asleep for a long time.
"Cyrodill...the Imperial Empire of Cyrodill." he spoke the full name of the Empire.
"Cyrodill's the seat of an Empire? Wow...I've been asleep for a long time." she sighed.
"So you can already guess what this thing on my back is." she gestured to the scroll.
"Yes...it's an Elder Scroll, I'm well familiar with them."
"Look...I'm not sure where I am, what year this is, or what's happening and already happened in Skyrim while I was...away...but I just wanna get out of here, back to the fresh air...and I actually hate to say this...but I even miss the sunlight." she shook her head at the irony.
"Well I remember the way out...I could...escort you out, if you wish?" he asked her.
"I...I'd very much appreciate that...and I never caught your name." she reminded him.
"Oh! Where are my manners? My name is, Fury." he introduced himself to her.
"Alright, let's get out of here, follow behind me and stay close." he ordered. He drew his greatsword, and placed his helmet firmly on his head. She drew only a simple elven dagger and in her left hand, an obvious lightning spell appeared.
Only a few minutes of walking, and two gargoyles exploded from their stone illusions, they focused on Fury, but then saw Serana and targeted her. They charged at the two, the first received a sideways slash to it's head, sending it skidding in the direction of the swing, the second one however was directly behind it and smacked Fury aside and used it's wings to charge quickly at Serana, who wasn't fast enough with her spell, and was knocked onto her back.
The gargoyle that had been knocked down had gotten back up and now stood next to the other one, both ready to end Serana's life, both raised their claws, but before they could slash, the one on the left was grabbed, and thrown into the nearest wall, the other turned to see Fury, his helmet had been knocked off when the stone beast knocked him aside, and his eyes were now glowing vibrant green. He dodged it's attack and sent a powerful punch directly into the beast's face, staggering it, but when it regained itself, a sword was buried in it's chest, the gargoyle stuttered, and fell limp.
The other gargoyle charged behind Fury, thinking he was unaware, but before it could attack, a lightning bolt came into contact with it's face, staggering it. When it opened it's eyes, the same dragon bone greatsword buried itself in it's skull, making the gargoyle fall to the ground dead.
"Damn...those things are tough...are you okay?" he looked at Serana as she stood up, and dusted herself off in case she had any dirt on her.
"Yeah...I'm okay, and yeah, I hate those things too." she chuckled.
(The jetty)
Serana had been relieved to breath fresh air after so long, she seemed terrifyingly calm about what had recently happened for her. But he said nothing about it, when they reached the jetty far to the northern part of Skyrim, he laid his helmet into the boat and got in to begin rowing, while she sat comfortably inside the small boat.
"So...back in Dimhallow Crypt...when the Gargoyles' attacked us, when your eyes were glowing green...what was that all about?" she asked. He was skeptical about bringing up the beast inside him.
"I...I have the beast blood in me." her eyes narrowed.
"So you're a werewolf?" she asked.
"Yes...I've been one for a long time."
"What was with the green glowing eyes...I mean, as much as I can remember, werewolf eyes were a dull brown, at least feral wolves."
"After being a wolf for so long, it takes it's time to evolve...to develop, and the eyes change colors as your beast form shapes, as does the fur, and the howl." he explained to her about one of the things that vampires hated almost as much as the sun.
"Hmmm, it seems that we underestimated the wolves, I'll have to...watch my back." she smirked, making his stutter slightly and look away. Ever since he had met her, he had acted a little nervous around him...there was something that he wasn't telling her.
"Ah, there it is...home." she gestured to the large, gloomy castle in the distance.
"That's your home?" he asked.
"Yeah...something wrong?" she asked him.
"No...it's just..." he looked at the tall spires of the castle, and the crows flying circles above the castle, it looked like a dreadful place.
"It doesn't look very lively." she actually chuckled at his answer.
"Well...I'm not sure my father intended it to say, 'Welcome all', on the front door." they chuckled together. While her eyes were closed, he took the time to admire her further, unlike most vampires, her features weren't stressed, and she was quite beautiful, but he dismissed the thought once she opened her eyes.
When they finally made it to the land, he pulled the boat onto the shore and secured it with a rope. She got off and stretched her arms and legs after the slow jetty ride across the water. As they made their way across the large stone bridge, he noticed the large stone gargoyles that rested across the bridge. He saw a lone guard standing watch outside, who drew his weapon and walked to the gate.
"Ah...home, sweet...castle." she shrugged.
"Hold! State your business…" he trailed off after he noticed Serana.
"Wait a moment...Lady Serana?! Hold on just a moment, I'll open the gate." he worked quickly to open the gate. When it opened, she led him inside, but when the door closed behind them, she stopped him.
"Hold up...so my father's not really one to accept outsiders...so just let me do the talking, and you'll be okay." he nodded in confirmation of her instructions. There was an elf who met them at the entrance, he was obviously a vampire as well.
"Halt! Intruders are not...wait...Lady Serana, is that you?!" he asked her.
"Yes...I need to see my father." she stepped towards him.
"Of course…," he led them into the mail hall, "Everyone, Lady Serana has returned!" he rejoiced.
She led Fury down the stairs, death filled his nose, blood covered the tables as the vampires feasted on humans as cattle, and the sight of it sickened him to the core.
"Ah after so long...my daughter returns, I trust you have my scroll?" he asked her. Fury was already annoyed by him.
"After all this time, that's the first thing you ask me when I return?" she asked in annoyance.
"My daughter...of course I missed you! Must I say it aloud?" he turned his attention to Fury.
"Yes...and who are you, to enter our sacred hall?" he asked.
"I am Fury." he answered with confidence, not nervous around him.
"I trust my daughter has told you what we are?" he questioned.
"Yes...you're all vampires." he answered, almost spat.
"Oh we're much more, but first where are my manners? I am Lord Harkon, lord of this court, and now our story…...we're the oldest race of vampires to live in Tamriel…and for centuries, we've lived here in peace, away from the cares of the world...but all of that was thrown away when my wife betrayed us." he went on and on, until he finally fell silent.
"Now...I suppose that I owe you a reward for safely returning my daughter...and my scroll, but only one reward could equal such a task." he trailed off, awaiting Fury's input.
"I'm listening." Fury shot.
"I offer you my blood, use it, and walk among men like a lion, among sheep."
"And if I refuse?" Fury asked.
"I shall spare you, once, but after that, you are prey." Harkon finished.
"But it seems you need a little more 'convincing', behold the power!" Harkon was surrounded by a vortex of blood, as his body changed, and when it cleared, his skin was now a deathly gray, he looked mutated, but Fury was sickened at the sight of the abomination.
"You think you're all high and mighty, but you're not the only one who has power." Fury smirked as his bones began to shift, and fur began growing along his body, he grew two feet taller, until he stood equal to Harkon's form. His claws sprang forth, his teeth became sharper, and his eyes glowed vibrant green. And as it completed, a blood chilling howl erupted from Fury as his werewolf form finished shaping.
But unlike most werewolves, he didn't attack, he just stood there, until he surprised Harkon, "As I said, still think you're the only one who has a great beast form?" he asked the vampire lord.
"Yes...I could smell it upon you as you entered, and may I say, Impressive, you've held onto that curse long enough for it to evolve, but my blood can purge it from you." Fury looked down and began to revert to his human form, and when he stood back, he was fortunate that his clothes remained on his body, it was his armor that got thrown off of him, he quickly re-equipped his armor until he looked as he did when he entered the castle.
"Let me just make one thing clear, I may have accepted if I wasn't already a member of the Dawnguard," serana's eyes widened, that's what he didn't tell her, he was a vampire hunter, he could have killed her, but he didn't, why? And what else could he be hiding? "And if you didn't attack my home city, Whiterun, I would have thought about it, but I've made my choice, and I refuse your gift!" Fury finished in a powerful voice.
"So be it...you are now prey, as are all mortals! But now, I banish you!" Harkon declared, Fury's vision faded as he was teleported out of the castle.
When he awoke, he jumped to his armored feet, how long had he been asleep?! It was not past dusk! He had to return to Fort Dawnguard, and fast! He hopped into the jetty and quickly began rowing back to land.
After half an hour of rowing, when he hit land, he grabbed a horn from his traveling bag, and blew, and the horn sounded for almost a mile. But after a few minutes, there was a galloping noise from the thick of the woods, until a horse leaped from the woods, but it was no normal horse. It had blood red eyes, and it's hair was as black as night, but Fury mounted it quickly and clicked into his saddle.
"Ride, Shadowmere, show me the meaning of haste!" the horse began galloping wildly, as if it's life was in danger, but he knew it wasn't. Being leader of the dark brotherhood had it's advantages, while he didn't live as an assassin any more, he left Nazir in charge of the brotherhood because he had wanted to live as a warrior, and among his allies of the companions, but that didn't matter right now.
(Fort Dawnguard)
As he galloped towards the fort, Fury could already hear the sound of battle, spells being fired, crossbows firing, and hard hand to hand combat. He opened the currently unguarded gate, and saw as a team of eight Volkihar vampires were attacking, and Dawnguard soldiers, despite being slightly outnumbered, pushed back. It was little more than a tiny skirmish, but it was still a fight, Fury drew his greatsword, and galloped at the first vampire he saw, and once in range, he beheaded the bloodsucker with his blade.
He leaped off Shadowmere and began fighting all the vampires around him, he blocked the first one's attack, then staggered the vampire, he looked left and saw a vampire charging, "Yol, Toor Shul!" he burned the vampire alive, he looked to his right and saw a Dawnguard soldier get knocked to the ground, it was the woman who stood guard at the wall. He leaped to help her, when the vampire was about to drive it's sword through her skull, a blade found itself buried through the vampire's chest, and it was lifted off the ground, and slung at the charging vampire, who had just gotten up. When it pushed it's fallen comrade off, it looked as a bolt found it's way into his skull, and fell lifeless. Fury lowered his crossbow at seeing the vampire fall.
Isran and his allies, Celann, Durak, Beleval, and Ingjard all cut down the remaining vampires, mainly due to their fighting skills, but also due to their hatred for the vampires. Especially Isran, he had a circle of light following him, obviously a spell created for fighting vampires specifically, and swung his two handed, Dawnguard hammer quicker than anyone Fury had ever seen wield one.
"I should have known they would eventually find us...damn, I shouldn't have been recruiting so openly." Isran growled.
"Thank you for saving me life back there." the woman thanked Fury.
"Don't mention it..." he didn't know her name.
"Tilde." she answered, he nodded and looked to Isran.
"Hmmm, you're back, I don't suppose you have good news?" Isran asked.
"Well I wouldn't call it good." Fury answered.
"Damn...well, let's hear it then." he waited.
"The vampires were looking for a woman...inside Dimhallow Crypt."
"A woman? That seems highly unlikely…wait, where's Tolan?" he asked, but he felt that he already knew.
"He didn't stand a chance, he was killed by the first vampires inside, but he did manage to take two of them down." Isran chuckled.
"Poor bastard, now, what else happened?"
"Well, the woman...she was...a vampire." he winced as Isran's eyes narrowed.
"And you didn't put a bolt between her eyes?" he pressed.
"She posed no threat, in fact she asked for my help on getting out." Fury defended.
"Hmmm, I woulda' just ended it, but I suppose it was your choice, so tell me, why is this so important?" Isran asked.
"Well, she's the daughter of the leader of castle Volkihar..." he paused, seeing Isran's eyes widen.
"And it wasn't really her that made this situation horrible, see it was what she had sealed away with her."
"And what...was that?" Isran spat the question.
"An...Elder Scroll." his eyes slammed shut, because he could feel Isran's burning holes into his armor.
"And you didn't secure the scroll?!" Isran growled.
"If you saw what I did, you would have seen at least two dozen vampires surrounding you, and I was little more than one man." Isran didn't seem convinced.
"You're Dragonborn right? Couldn't you have just shouted them all to death?!" he questioned.
"Shouting doesn't work that way Isran, I'm still not powerful enough to repeatedly cast a shout, that takes time to master, so one shout would be all I could muster for a short time." he corrected Isran logically on what Paarthurnax had taught him.
"By the Gods...this couldn't get any worse...listen, this is more than you and I can handle alone." he admitted.
"So you're giving up?" Fury asked with surprise.
"Now when did I say that? Hell no we're not giving up. We just...we need..." he trailed off, looking down.
"As much as I hate to say it, we need help." Isran admitted for the first time in his life of being in the Dawnguard.
Okay I hope that did well for my first Skyrim Fanfiction, hope you guys didn't hate me using a modded armor for my Dragonborn, but if you guys don't like it, I can go back and remake it as a different armor, but if it's that way, there will be a vote on heavy armors to replace it, but let me know if you guys want it to change and I'll begin a vote. But anyway guys, hope you enjoyed, leave a review on what you think, and I'll see you guys in the next chapter!