So while I was playing Oblivion I (accidentally) became a vampire. I wasn't even aware of it until I tried to level up (ARRGH! Stupid Hermaeus Mora!) So now I'm tryin' to find the cure.
I thought this would make a good fic, but that's up to you guys...
(Note: I'm a Khajiit, so all stories concerning the Hero of Kvatch will be in first person)
Alone.
Alone in the world, with no one to help me.
Granted, The Mages Guild is currently working on a cure.
But that's only because I'm the Arch-Mage. If I wasn't they wouldn't bother to help.
Everywhere I turn, people are constantly telling me to go see a healer.
But whenever I approach them, it's always the same:
'Get back foul beast! You wont have any of my blood!'
Not even the healers in the Temple will help. One look at me & they run for their lives.
The Blades have tried to help, but all their attempt have been in vain.
All I ask is this:
Why did I have to do it?
Why did I have to go to the shrine of Hermaeus Mora & do his bidding?
If only I'd known the consequences...
Now I'm stuck like this.
A vampire.
A cold, bloodsucking, vampire.
I've tried everything.
I might live forever.
I might be immune to be paralyzation.
I might never be harmed by normal weapons again
I might be the strongest Khajiit around.
So, what?
If I can't talk to anyone or they wont talk to me, why bother?
True, I've done some bad things. I'm the Listener of the Dark Brotherhood, but what does it matter?
Everyone deserves to be acknoledged as a citizen of the Empire.
Well, according to everyone else, I don't.
But that doesn't matter anymore.
I'm doomed to spend forever alone, or at least until I'm slain.
Forever...
Man, I hate vampires. Too bad I am one. Hopefully I can find a cure. Chosen out.