A/N: Okay, this is my first uploaded fanfic, and it isn't really as nice as I'd like it to be, but here it is! I don't own Fable or Reaver, though I certainly wish I did! Future chapters will be longer, I promise!
Fire crackled in the fireplace grate of the Bloodstone manor's study, filling the large room with warmth and soft light that danced along the contours of the Pirate King's face. His eyes were closed, his lips tugged slightly downward as he swirled the brandy in his glass. He could feel the wrinkles beginning to come back; it would be time to find a new sacrifice soon. He let out a small laugh, remembering vividly how a sweet little girl had sauntered into his manor with wide hips and a narrow mind fixed on revenge, and it was with amusement that he drained the last of his glass, his lips forming into a wide smile as he indulged himself in the memories of that fateful meeting. He had thought her mute at first, actually, with how silent she was, though that thought had been quickly rectified as she spat curses at him under her breath when he called her a nobody.
His eyes cracked open at the sight of a pretty young boy making his way into the study, the fire playing off of his eyes and doing nothing to hide the carnal lust behind them. He welcomed the shivering boy into his arms before trailing hot kisses across his soft skin, revelling in the knowledge that its perfection would soon be his. His fingers trailed over the dark seal, and he planted it in the arms of the boy, who now looked flushed and bewildered. "We're taking this to Wraithmarsh," he murmured, ignoring the child's cries of distress, knocking him on the head and slinging him over his shoulder before toting the boy and seal with him to the shrieking, howling waste that was once Oakvale.