Chapter 1

"Just because they hate you doesn't mean I have to."

-Dante

She leaned back in her chair as the bartender brought her another tankard of mead. She was tired of all the dragon slaying and citizen saving. Her nightingale armor reflected beautifully off the small silver pond that rested in the underground bar. It was very quiet in the Ragged Flagon as usual. No one ever talked about anything that wasn't business; so it was usually quiet.

As she took the final sip of her mead, she let her fingers dance around the rim of the tankard. She felt . . . alone. It was the same routine every day; go out, kill things, save the day, and repeat. Sighing, she stood from her seat and left her pay of septims on the table before she took her leave.

As she made her way out into the streets of Riften, she pulled her hood over her head and concealed her red vampiric eyes to avoid attention. She decided she'd go to Whiterun and give the companions a hard time. They were werewolves and her presence itself annoyed them. But it made her happy to see them in frustration of her presence. When she made her way out of the city she summoned her death-like horse; Arvak.

"C'mon boy," she said as she climbed onto his saddle. "To Whiterun!" and with her words the mythical horse galloped towards their destination.

When she arrived she dismounted Arvak and he disappeared into the cold air. She made her way up to the Whiterun gates and entered, looking around at all the houses and the calm environment. It was different then the chaotic life in Riften. As she continued walking in the city, a pack of familiar werewolves walked past her. They shoved her and laughed in her face but when they saw her sharp vampiric fangs as she smiled they hurried off to their home.

"Fuckin' puppies." She muttered as she continued to her house. She walked inside and finally pulled her cape off and set down her bow and arrows. Silently she went into her bedroom and slipped out of her armor and into some trousers and a loose shirt. She felt comfortable and sighed in relief as she let her bare feet walk across the cold floor boards.

She walked downstairs and sat near the fire, finally relaxing for the first time in a very long time. Being dragonborn had its perks of course but it sure was a pain in her ass. She always saved other people, but there was never someone to save her. With the exception of her friends who had helped her from time to time, there wasn't really anyone who she could truly always have to tag along with her. It was kind of lonely for her, but she couldn't say she wasn't used to it.

In the middle of her meal she heard something outside her house. She stood up and blew out the only candle that lit up her house and doused the fire in the center of the living area. It was pitch black now; the darkness was now her element. With her bow in her hand, she drew an arrow and held it in place ready for any intruder that tried to kill her. Suddenly, the window broke and a big furry beast appeared in her living room; a werewolf.

"I hope you know you're fixing that!" She shouted and shot her arrow at the beast. Her enemy hit the arrow away and growled viciously. The ear piercing sound caused her to hold her ears and the beast got the advantage on her. It whipped her across the room flinging her and bashing her into the wooden boards of her house. When it got close it grabbed her by the neck and she struggled to get out of its grasp.

"Sucks for you . . . I was prepared for this!" She yelled and pulled out a knife. She jabbed it into the beasts shoulder and he reared back, dropping her to the floor.

She quickly shifted over to her bow and drew back an arrow at the beast. As she was going to let go, the beast changed back to its human form, unfortunately unclothed. As he stumbled back with soft whimpers of pain, she withdrew her arrow in a sort of astonishment and confusion.

"You know," she began as she cautiously walked closer, "if you had been here for a while to know who I am, you would've known that jumping into my house through my window is no good idea; even if I'm not armored."

The man was panting and shook violently from the pain that was roaming his body from his wound. The dagger was still lodged into his shoulder and suddenly she felt . . . bad.

"What? Why are you just staring at me?" he asked as she watched him. She sighed and knew she was going to slap herself in the face after this, but she used telekinesis to pull the dagger from his skin and then quickly used her healing hands to fix his wound before he bled out. He then stood up a little too fast and fell against her wall.

"Whoa there, stop spazzing out!" She said and approached him. When her hands touched his skin he stiffened and his eyes glowed bright gold. He tried growling but she rolled her red eyes back at him and she bared her fangs.

"What are you gunna do with me?" He hissed and she breathed softly.

"Oh I don't know, HELP you." She said and she walked into her bedroom and came back; tossing him some clothes. "So first, why don't you actually clothe yourself?"

Looking down he had just realized he was naked and he flipped out, grabbing the clothes and barking at her to look away. She did as he asked with a smirk and returned to her room until he finished. Then he called her down and she returned to the living quarters.

"You realize I wasn't kidding about you fixing my now broken in window." She said as she sat down and pointed to the hole in her wall where her window once. He looked over and chuckled shyly.

"Yeah, I'll remember to do that." He said and she smiled at him.

"So why did you all the sudden decide to jump into the local vampire's house and attack her huh? Wanna rip out my fangs and sell them hm?" she asked and he looked at her like she was mental.

"What?! No, the companions-"

"Oh," she said cutting him off and huffing. "You don't need to say anymore I get it."

He felt bad all of a sudden as the vampire woman looked sadly at the newly lit fire in her living room. She must've been used to the werewolves sending people to come kill her and what not.

"Yes I am used to it." She said as if reading his mind. He looked down at her and frowned.

"You shouldn't be . . . I mean I didn't know you weren't some insane vampiric death lord trying to kill off Skyrim's population." He said and she looked back at him with her eyebrow raised.

"Who on earth said-"

"Kodlak." He replied and she just nodded.

Silence fell over them and it stayed like that for a while. Then he got up and proceeded to leave.

"Hey!" she said and he turned to her, "aren't you gunna try and kill me again?"

"No." he replied as he took her chin in his hand and lifted her head up unexpectedly, "Just because they hate you, doesn't mean I have to." And with that he left her at her house and jogged back to his home.

She stood there, dumbstruck at what just unfolded before her in the last hour. She had saved a freakin' werewolf. He was an enemy to her kind and instead of gnawing at her flesh he thanked her for it . . . what was Tamriel coming to these days? She contemplated on running after him but after standing there and arguing with herself, she decided against it and went up to bed.