I was playing through and discovered a new favorite. Count Janus Hassildor. Sooo I decided to write a little story about him and my WoodElf Nayla. I hope some one enjoys it besides my self. :}
Nayla sat in the thick wooden chair, a large book lay on the large table in front of her. She cleared her throat looking up at Hal-Liurz as she slowly made her way towards the young Bosmer, Nayla flashed her a wide smile.
"The Count is not feeling well; he will not be able to see."
Nayla slammed the book shut and quickly stood from the chair straightening her dress as she hurried towards the stair case, Hal-Liurz quickly following behind her.
"You can't go in there!" Hal-Liurz called as she jogged to keep up with the young Elf.
Nayla pushed the door open causing it to slam against the stone jerking the Count's head up as the woman hurried towards him. He sighed not bothering to stand up from his chair. She slowed, a small frown tugging at her mouth when she saw the state of the Count. His cheeks sunk into his face, the bones protruding showing his evident hunger. His facial features matched her own from when she had been unwillingly infected and had refused to feed while she had searched for a cure for not only herself but the Count's former wife.
"How long has he been like this?" She turned on her heel to face the Argonian.
"I haven't fed in a few months." Janus replied looking away from the Elf.
She turned back to the man placing her hands on her hips, it had been two years since his wife's passing and she found it odd that he would still be in mourning.
"It is not because of her." Janus shook his head reading Nayla's expression.
"Then what is it?"
The Count waved his hand dismissing the Argonian. She bowed her head before quickly disappearing out of the room.
Nayla watched as door shut before turning back to the Count.
"It has become harder to find victims."
"Please don't call them that." She sighed pulling the ribbon from her wrist and using it to pull the long thick chestnut hair into a loose bun. She put her hands on the arm rests moving closer to him till her neck was inches from his mouth. "Drink."
He turned his head looking away from the skin that beat in front of him, tempting him.
Nayla growled standing up and taking his hands pulling him to his feet. "I am offering it to you." She tilted her neck again pulling the collar of her shirt blouse away. "If you do not drink willingly I will make you with force." She whispered angrily. "Stop being stubborn and drink!"
The Count refused slumping back into his chair and letting his head fall into his hand.
"Fine!" She groaned reaching under her dress and pulling out the dagger strapped to her thigh. "We will do it the hard way."
Janus' mouth watered when the blade pricked the Elf's finger, drawing blood immediately.
She tilted her neck smearing the blood across it, unbuttoning her blouse to keep it from wiping it away. She stretched her hand forward holding it to the man.
"No!" He barked grabbing her wrist. He gasped when the magic flowed around him freezing him in place.
"I will use your animal instinct against you." Nayla slowly waved the crimson finger in front of his nose causing him to close his eyes as it flooded his senses. She wiped the blood on his bottom lip, releasing the spell when the Count's tongue flickered out to lick at the blood. She backed away as he hurried to his feet rushing towards her. She closed her eyes when he forcefully pushed her head to the side to reveal the sensitive skin of her neck bracing herself for the rough animal like bite. She bit down on her lip when his teeth dug into her skin breaking it instantly, her fingers involuntarily wrapped around his arms digging her nails into his arm, a small drop of blood escaped the Count's mouth and trailed down her chest disappearing into the blue blouse.
As the Count's humanity returned his grip loosened and his bite became softer has he drank at Nayla's neck, reveling in the taste of the warm thick fluid spilling into his mouth with each suck. He slowly pulled away when he felt the Elf's pulse slowing signaling him that he had taken more than enough of her, he ran his tongue over the two pin marks watching as they quickly closed leaving small faded wounds. "Never do that again." He whispered catching her as her knees gave out and helping her to his chair.
Nayla ran her fingers over the mark on her neck, watching as the Count disappeared returning a moment later with a plate of food and a glass of wine.
"It is your turn to be force fed." He smirked taking the small chunk of meat and tearing off a small portion.
She took it willingly from his finger, gnawing at the tough animal and swallowing it quickly. "Next time I offer to you, you will accept then."
"I do not need to be treated like a child." Janus growled looking down at her as he helped a torn piece of bread to her lips.
"That remains to be unseen." She glared up at him.
His eyebrows pushed down showing the anger that was quickly rising in her chest, daring her to have another smart remark.
"You are a dear friend and I am only looking out for you like I always have."
She had him there, helping with his wife, clearing his name for the Mage's Guild, willingly taking care of the vampires and hunters in his territory, she had done more for him than anyone else had.
"I will stay until you are feeling better. I will give you my blood until you regain your strength."
"That is not necessary; you have the Oblivion gates to worry about."
She held her hand up stopping him as he tried to feed her more meat. "I have closed the ones that posed the most danger and besides Martin needs time to decipher some things. I have extra time." She smiled taking the meat from his hand into her mouth.
"You can't provide me with blood for another week; you are too weak from how much I took."
"There are healers, I am sure I can come up with a story for the loss of blood."
He shook his head setting the empty plate down on the small table next to the wine.
"I am not taking no for an answer." She glared at him, taking the cup from the table and quickly drinking it all. She wiped her mouth on her sleeve, handing the cup to the Count. "It is almost sun rise, get some sleep. I am going to seek a healer and I will return at sundown." She carefully stood up, the Count grabbing her arms and helping her as she swayed backwards. She giggled closing her eyes and stabling her feet before she opened them again. "Go" she smiled slowly taking hold of his hands so he would release her arms. She turned him towards his room giving him a small push forcing him forward. "You need your sleep."