Full Summary: The divine Arkay, angered by Alduin's arrogance and ruthless actions, curses him to live the life of a human in order to teach him a lesson. The memories of his dova heritage are replaced with those of a young imperial male living in the city of Bruma. While his malevolent spirit does not wane even as mortal, he cannot help but to fall prey to the temptations and sentiment human flesh presents. AlduinxF!Dragonborn, occurs pre-skyrim storyline, slightly AU, Rated M.
Note: Meant to be kind of humorous in the beginning.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Elder Scrolls series or any of its characters. Only Alesana.
Chapter One
Aren despised working at that damn stable as a lowly stableboy. For him, it meant being treated as such and having to sleep with horses. Sometimes he considered simply stealing one in order to get away. Nothing about the city to him presented a thing. Those who were rich remained so, and those who were poor, such as himself, also remained so. During some nights, when he stared into the night sky, he recalled blurry memories of his life before moving to Bruma. The impoverished farm his family owned, how often he went hungry, and the relief he felt when bandits invaded the wretched place and slaughtered his family. To him, it meant freedom. Freedom to roam, to find better things. And yet, here he was, laying on a thin pile of hay that wreaked havoc on his back each night. Aren ignored the sound of some drunks cackling, bragging about their 'prized whore' for the night. He scoffed. Fools and whores be damned. The men must have brought their helot behind the stables, he thought, because the cries coming from the woman were awfully close and rather pained. Actually, it hardly sounded like she wanted or enjoyed the company of the idiot men who were trying to have their way with her. Becoming increasingly he annoyed, Aren begrudgingly stood up and stomped over to where the sounds came from. There, he witnessed one man holding down a thrashing girl, while the other unbuckled his trousers and leaned close to whisper some drunken words to her.
"Now now, I likem' when they have some fight in them..."
The girl, with a look of utter disgust, spat in his face and head butted him as hard as she possible could. "GET OFF!"
This caused the man to stumbled backwards and fall right on his arse.
"YOU BITCH!"
He felt blood trickle down his face and became enraged. "I'm going to cut you into piece when i'm down with you!" Before he could lunge back at the girl with his sword drawn, Aren decided he witnessed enough. He intercepted the guy and easily knocked him over. Noticing someone else interfering, the second drunk let go of the girl and went to help his friend. The guy pulled out a dagger and clumsily slashed Aren across the back. Aren, Before he could slash him again, the girl took the opportunity to help her savior. She picked up the sword and aimed for the man's neck. His head rolled as his body dropped straight down. Aren managed to knock the man out he struggled with easily. He drew his dagger nonetheless and killed the unconscious man. As he stood up, he sighed. "I'll have to clean this up..." He turned and realized that the girl was still standing there, shaking. What is she waiting for? She can leave now.
Despite not caring whether or not she was okay, he decided to ask anyways.
"Hey, are you okay? You aren't moving?"
She gave him an odd look. "I'm fine. Who're you?" The look on her face was skeptical, as if she thought he would expect compensation for helping her.
"I'm not looking for a reward, though money would be nice. I just want to go back to sleep on that terrible hay pile over there." He gestured towards the stable.
"You sleep there..?" For a moment, she looked sympathetic, but that quickly disappeared. "I...Come to the inn with me."
"Wha-? Look, I don't want to fuck you. I just want SLEEP."
"Moron, I was offering to pay for you to sleep at the inn tonight. Not to fuck you. Men are all the same." She sneered. While staring at her, he realized that without the blood and dirt marring her face, she would look rather pretty. No wonder those drunks tried bedding her, well, raping her.
"Guess that would make us even. Just do everyone a favor and clean yourself up, you look like you were just...well, you know."
The girl was surprised by his insensitivity. If someone helped, usually he acted kind and helpful. This guy acted rude and...derogatory. But he had a point, she looked bad at the moment with torn and bloody clothes on. The two of them traveled to Jerall View Inn, where she bathed and cleaned herself up. Once in clean clothes, she ventured into his room, feeling guilty for not properly thanking him.
"Are you asleep?" She poked at his arm, testing him.
Aren immediately scowled and sat up "Not anymore. What is it now?! You're really trying my patience."
Instead of retaliating, she looked apologetic. "Sorry...I just felt bad for being ungrateful earlier. Things could have turned out really bad for me back there. By the way...is your back okay? You haven't complained about it at all."
Now that she cleaned herself up, she truly did look beautiful. With long, dark wavy hair with luminescent sapphire eyes, she had a natural air of mystique. Breaking from the near trance she trapped him in, he remembered to speak.
"Oh, uh, right. I was wounded." He shrugged. "Simply a scratch. That fool could barely wield a stick if he had to."
"Let me see."
"I told you that it's fine."
"Now." She lifted his shirt for him and gaped. "More than a scratch..."
"What the hell? Are you this pushy with strangers all the time?" He made no move to resist her.
"Take off your shirt. I'll be back."
He complied and removed his shirt and sat down in a chair backwards so she could clean his wound. The girl returned with a small bucket of water and a clothe. Even though he expected the worse from her, she was surprisingly gentle. Wringing out the clothe, she pressed it gently against his back to clean the wound.
"I'm surprised you didn't even flinch...It must not hurt that bad. Strange. Are you used to being cut up or something?"
"Not so much, just have a high tolerance for pain I suppose. Are you used to being taken advantage by men?" That wasn't a very good joke...hm, too soon.
The girl wrinkled her nose a bit and pressed the clothe harder against his wound, yet no reaction came from him. "NO. That is a dumb question."
"So was yours. I have a less dumb one. What is your name?"
This guy has no manners. "Alesana. Done, by the way." She finished cleaning him up and set the clothe and bucket aside.
Aren stood up and stretched his arms. "Thanks for keeping me up with all these trivial beguilements. Goodnight." He went straight for the bed and laid down again.
Feeling awkward now with him shirtless and laying down, she moved for the door and then paused. "Wait. I never got my dear savior's name."
Sarcastic little wench. "That silver tongue of yours must cause you a lot of trouble."
"Well?" She tapped her foot impatiently.
"Aren. Now goodnight!"
As she went to her room, she smiled to herself. Aren.
