A Doomed Love (Prequel to An Everlasting Love)
Fandom: Elder Scrolls Series (Skyrim with DLCs)
Rating: T
Genres: Romance, Drama, Horror, Adventure
Allea's Point of View:
I walked through the gates of Markarth, to see a mess. There was blood all over the ground, and some robed corpses.
"My Thane," a guard cried out as my hand dropped to the hilt of my Nightingale blade, since I was still wearing my Nightingale gear, having just returned from slaying Mercer Frey.
"What happened here, guard?"
"Vampires, my Thane. They struck early this morning, and...I'm sorry for your loss," he said.
"My loss?"
"Your lover. Hroki," the guard explained, "after the attack, we were investigating to see who was hurt or killed. Hroki is nowhere to be found. We have reason to believe she was either turned or killed. Either way, she's doomed."
"Do you know where the vampires came from?"
"Yes, My Thane. Or, we believe we do. There is evidence they came from Liar's Retreat," the guard said, "A company of guards is being prepared to take care of it."
"I'll go," I said, "I'll deal with it, alone."
"Alone, My Thane?"
"Yes. Alone. If Hroki's infected, I MIGHT be able to bring her back to humanity. You guards might just cut her down," I explained.
"No, My Thane. She's a citizen, primarily, and a victim, so we'd give her a chance."
"Well, guards would at least spook her and she might attack. For me, she might not attack immediately and I may be able to talk her down."
"Ok, My Thane, good luck."
Two Hours Later...
I advanced on Hroki, holding my bloody sword loose in one hand.
"Hroki, come back with me," I pleaded her, "don't make me kill you."
"I'm sorry, Allea. I've tasted the blood of humans. It's too...good. I'm sorry, but I'm not coming with you. Join me, and we can be together again," she said, the last part said in a seductive tone.
"Hroki, vampires are an abomination. You at least have a chance with me again, if you come back and get cured."
"Join me or die, Allea," Hroki said, her tone hardening.
She drew her blade, preparing for combat.
"I will never become a vampire," I spat, "they're horrid abominations."
"Then die," she growled, lunging and swinging her iron blade.
I danced back, my sword playing off her own. She stabbed at my black-armored chest, and I side stepped. My sword lashed out, tearing a gash out of her shoulder. A blast of crimson hit me in the chest, and I felt myself growing tired and sluggish.
"Don't do that," I exclaimed as I slashed at the hand she was casting from.
The spell ceased as my blade slammed into her wrist. She cried out, her hand dropping. She swore, swinging her blade at me again. I parried and returned the attack. This time my blade smashed hers, and she dropped it, preparing a blast of frost in her uninjured hand and the vampiric drain spell in her other. Hroki grinned sinisterly as she closed with me, casting a blast of ice that encapsulated me. While I was paralyzed by the ice spell, she ripped my blade away from me and closed her mouth around my neck. Her fangs descended into my neck as the ice melted. She drained me, and I began to feel sluggish and faint. I blacked out.