(First story. Just decided to try writing an elder scrolls story based on vampirism. I am basing it off of the form of vampirism found in Skyrim. (Weakened by the sun but not killed by it.) it is set however during the Oblivion Crisis. I hope you enjoy it and don't judge to harshly on any plotholes from TES universe. I will try to research it if I am unsure on any points. Feedback and criticism is welcome as long as it isn't too "sweary")
I swore angrily as he sat in the back of an old cart, a stable hand riding as far away as he could go for the bag of gold that I had given. I had been so careful... So fucking careful!. I had tried to fit in for the last sixty years but there was always something. I had been living in a small cave a little way from Chorrol. An old mine that had been practically destroyed by goblins. I dealt with them and was living in a small but comfortable enough back passage. I had gone out to feed every couple of days, mainly to the town itself but always tried to take blood from red meat at the butchers or something similar. I even managed to hunt a few deer occasionally. I smile briefly at the memory if the taste of raw, juicy venison. Then I get back to the matter at hand. After a late night visit to the butchers was roughly cancelled because... Actually... Why was it closed? I think with a frown. Not just closed... Boarded up... I shake it off. Probably... Gone on holiday... Or something... Then as I'm walking back to the gate I'm approached by a woman... Dressed in a thin top but with a little cleavage, and more importantly her neck, on show. "She used me..." I mutter "she knew I was hungry... Confused me..." Next thing I know about half a dozen of the Fighters Guild's finest come at me from all directions. I falter a little. "After tonight they won't try that on a vampire so easily..." I sigh slightly. I draw my sword from its sheath. The steel shines in the pale moonlight. I had cleaned it of the two men's blood that it had sliced. I hadn't wasted a drop. The cart speeds eastward, towards Lake Rumare. He said that's where he stops. I pause, considering my options. They will know that the cart set out. Probably know the destination or will when the boy gets home. I could go north... Go to Bruma. I'm interrupted as the cart jolts to a halt. I look up at the boys hesitant face. He knows that I am involved in something dodgy but doesn't know of my curse. I smile up at him and hand him the rest of my gold as I get out. "I'd rather you kept this quiet..." I say despite doubting he will. As the horses turn back I turn. I look out at the lake. To the right I can see the top of the house at Weye over a small hill. The Imperial City reflected perfectly in the still water looms up, the long bridge connecting it to the rest of the world stands still. I see no guards looking from it. I sigh and turn away. I'd rather stay clear of the capital for now. I move towards an old fort that we had just passed. To Bruma then. Maybe tomorrow night. Or maybe I could double back... Then go south. Maybe Kvatch is safe now... No one would dare come look for me in there...
(Will continue if it isn't hated. This is just showing what has happened to the character and what he plans to do next. Hope you enjoyed it. Remember to give feedback :) )
