Bitterness clung to his tongue, to his fingertips and his clothes and his very soul itself. He couldn't scrub it out-not the bloodstains, not the sourness, not the memories-not matter how hard it was he tried.
She had told him even monsters deserved mercy.
She'd been wrong, of course. Mercy, his one moment of weakness, had led him to this.
The hatred he had nurtured for so long, the only thing that had kept him alive through the long years he had spent hunting down the vampires that populated Skyrim's wilds, was gone.
And he didn't know what to do without it.
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None of them had known how desperately he clung to the Dawnguard-their ideals, their mission, their people. His family, his friends. They'd been all that he had, all that he cared for-they'd been the only thing keeping him alive.
The thing that haunted him most was that, if she'd known that, she wouldn't have done it.
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Perhaps it had been a mistake to sneer. To lunge with his blade unsheathed before he even knew what was going on. To dismiss the Daughter of Coldharbour without so much as a second though.
Perhaps it had been a mistake to refuse her aide.
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He could hear them, sometimes, if he listened closely enough. With his throat burning and his breath rasping in dry lungs, stomach a gnawing hole in his abdomen, he would cling to the walls of his prison, pressing his ear against them as they moved about above.
Sometimes she spoke to him, voice quiet and subdued.
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Moments of lucidity were few and far between, but when they struck, they struck him hard.
And he knew that he'd sunken low before reviving the old order. Even Celann had no idea just how far he'd fallen then.
And the hardest part was that this—screaming as wings tore free of bone and muscle and fingers elongated into claws and teeth shattered flesh as agony consumed him—this was nothing compared to then.
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Bit of an AU in which Isran gets his ass handed back to him after the whole 'Auriel's Bow' thing comes to a close. Dawnguard's not destroyed or nothing, he's just trapped below the fort unable to get out, as a Vampire Lord, going mad with bloodlust.
((LOL Hope they don't try to remodel and accidently like, knock a wall down. That'd be incredibly amusing))
Anyway, hope you enjoyed the drabble. Review! Fav! I don't suggest following bc this is a oneshot, but, whatever floats your boat~