The brisk air hit her skin like a thousand tiny pins sticking into her body. They danced along the pale skinned beauty as she stared up at the night sky. A breath released from her mouth in a plume of air. She could see the little ice crystals that formed. As she continued to walk forward, she wondered about stopping for the night, then decided against it as quickly as she thought of it. Sure, maybe she could build a fire, keep warm for the night, but those are precious steps she could be losing. Plus there was an increase of bandits on the road recently. Or at least with the amount who had come out of the wood work and into the line of her cross bow. With the exquisite armor she adorned, there must have been a target on her back.
She stopped. Her feet screaming at the chance to take another step. In reality, she had been running for most of the day. She had come face to face with the man, or rather monster, trying to purge the world into complete darkness. She had finished escorting his daughter back to him. Interesting women she was. Dark, mysterious, rather large scroll on her back. Every instinct she had told her not to follow the woman, but she needed to find out what was going on. But still was glad to be rid of the presence of the vampire.
The pale woman looked down at her feet. Begging them to move. Just make it to Whiterun. There she could hire a carriage to give her a ride to Riften then walk the rest of the way. Still, even with the sight of the hold just down the road, her darn feet refused. She stopped finally. Drawing a slow breath of the chilly air into her lungs. There was a moment of clarity for her just that second. What had happened just hours ago. She damn nearly was turned. She turned to step off the road. Taking a seat on a rock just off the side of the road.
The vampire lord Harkon had offered to give her his curse. Something the Breton refused. This had angered the lord. Forcing him to change and attack the woman. His hand had dug into the flesh of her neck, causing small droplets of blood to cascade down his fingers. It took his daughter to interrupt. The pale woman had to admit, she had to thank the vampire. Since she had been teleported out of the castle, there was no time to.
The pale woman jumped suddenly as a set of claws crushed down. The claws tore into the stone where she had been sitting. She turned to look into the yellow eyes of a werewolf. His form was on the smaller side, but still just as intimating. It clawed its way towards her. She turned, running quickly in the opposite direction. She pulled her crossbow off her back, loading it with an arrow as quickly as possible. Turning and shooting the beast. It missed, hitting the tree behind him. "Shit" the woman swore as she turned to run again. She felt the claws of the beast at her heels. The breathing becoming closer, and in one great lunge the beast grabbed the woman. Squeezing the armor she wore and punching holes into it and her waist.
The woman screaming as she fired her crossbow into the chest of the beast. Catching it off guard and forcing it to stumble back. It gave her those two much needed seconds to load another bolt, but as she raised the great weapon, it was swatted out of her hand by the werewolf. The Breton did not waste a step, and instead flipped back, pulling a steel sword out and landing on her feet. It was her next line of defensive. The beast clawed towards her. Running on all fours, digging it claws into the earth and ripping it up. The woman rolled out of the way. Using the sword as an extension of her body and slicing a few hairs off the arm of the beast as it charged by.
She felt a purge of pain wash over her. Those holes in her stomach were only burning, but the dry wounds on her neck had just opened. This distracted her just long enough for the werewolf to pin her. Her sword swung out from under her. Landing just out of her reach. Her torso was being crushed under the weight of the animal. It clawed at her armor, scratching the surface. She reached more towards her sword as it rose its great claw above her head. Fingering the ball at the end of the blade. Moving it closer to her. The beast swung down as she grasped her sword. His claw went right into the ground next to her head. Its thumb slicing her cheek.
She swung her sword up, hitting the beast with the blunt end on the side of its head. Knocking it off her. The beast barely moved enough for her to roll out from him. She felt her back hit something and turned to see her loaded crossbow. She grabbed it, shooting the creature again in the back, then loading another. The creature turned to charge towards her again, she fired again, and again, and again.
The werewolf slowed down, walking towards the pale woman before falling to the ground face first just in front of her. The woman backed up. Breathing heavily. Her back hit a tree.
"What a night…" She said quickly as the werewolf turned into a man. A very naked man. Pale brown eyes watched the man for a moment. He was a simple man. She stood up, rocking a bit as she did. Putting her cross bow in its place. Stepping around the man and picking up her sword. Looking over the male. Holding the sword.
He was a monster. Needed to be executed… She told herself mentally. Although she could not do it. "He is human." She told herself out loud. Almost telling herself and the little devil on her shoulder.
She stepped over to him. Pulling the bolts out of his back and putting them back into her holder. She then turned him over into his back and pulling the other three out. It was then she got a good look at his face. His eyes had dark circles around them, and his hair was very short. All in all he was probably in his early twenties. A similar age as she was.
The male's eyes began to open. He looked up to see the pale woman before him.
Her hair was a very light blonde. It flowed down her back, nearly touching the ground. It was tied back, but messy from the day. Her skin was a very milky blend. With the magic she was using, it made a golden glow appear around the both of them. He felt his heart stop as he looked at what could only be described as an angel. She stopped, sitting back. Coughing slightly. She must have thought he was still sleeping.
The woman looked back down at the face of the man. Startled not only that he was awake, but also getting up. She back up, reaching for her crossbow. The man, now standing, stopped in his place. Seeing his angel glaring from behind her strange weapon.
"Stay there wolf!" She scolded him. Taking a step back. An arrow suddenly whizzed by her head. Striking the tree behind her.
"Back off!" A woman with red hair told her as she carefully aimed another arrow towards the blonde. Two more werewolves came charging up behind her, one running over to the naked man.
"Your friend there attacked me." She said to the other woman, not lowering her weapon. She was face to face with four of them now. The odds completely against her.
"She smells of vampire." One of the werewolves spoke. An older voice reign over.
"Let her go." The elder said, "There is no need for more bloodshed."
"Harbinger?" The woman with the bow questioned.
"Aela, this is a traveler. Our Vilkas attacked her." The Harbinger reasoned.
"Even so, there is a scent of death with her-" Aela stopped as there was suddenly there was a thud. The Breton lost her balance and fell over. Collapsing onto the ground. Completely out cold.
"We have to take her back to Jorrvaskr." Vilkas spoke up to his companions. He was the runt of the circle now, but still had a small say.
"A noble decision." The elder Harbinger said as he transformed back into his human form. Aela gave him and Vilkas a change of clothes so they could walk into Whiterun without showing off their family jewels. The harbinger went over to pick up the small Breton woman. It always amazed him how small the race of females were.
"Let's go." He said to the others as he walked back towards the hold.
Thank you for taking the time to read my chapter. I am trying to capture a young naive Vilkas threw this. Also having a bit of fun at the same time. Please review if you have the time, and thank you again! -Hres