A/N: I'm going to try my hand at writing my first video game fan fic. I have Oblivion and play it a lot. It's so addicting. One character I created is a khajiit and a vampire. I thought it would be interesting to write about how he would survive. People are racists and look down on khajiit, being a vampire would make him a total outcast from society. Besides, I've always wanted to write a story of a badass hero story and what is more badass than a cat person who is also a vampire. If I get anything wrong about Cyrodiil, please tell me. I've only had the game for two months and I got most of my info about khajiit off of the internet. I do not own Oblivion or any of the other Elder Scroll games. M'Dargo and Chirranirr are my own creation though, now onto the story.

M'Dargo walked through the thick underbrush that lined the hills he was climbing. He was tired. His light speckled tail drooped and he dragged it along the ground. It was the middle of the night and the moon was high in the sky. M'Dargo looked up at the moon. It was full, just like the time his life was changed forever. He looked down from the moon and focused on his footing. M'Dargo didn't want to bring any painful memories back to light. Like all khajiit, M'Dargo had amazing night vision. Others could only hope to mimic it by using potions that wore off all too quickly. M'Dargo checked his map. He was in the Nibenay Valley and was approaching the Panther River. He grinned at the irony, revealing his very large canine teeth, even for a khajiit.

"I should be able to find some old fort to camp out the day in," he said to himself in a thick accent. If he was caught in the sun, it would be very bad. M'Dargo adjusted the bow and arrows strapped to his back and made sure that he still had his dagger. It was a gift from his father, all he had left to remember him by. He sighed, he could still remember his father's laugh and how he used to always play with him and his siblings after he got back from harvesting moon sugar. The last time M'Dargo had seen his father his throat was ripped out and a figure was bent over him. M'Dargo's thoughts were wrenched from the past when he heard a scream.

"Damn," he muttered to himself as he ran forward, getting his clothes caught in branches and cut by thorns. I really need to get myself some sort of armor or something. M'Dargo burst out of the trees and came to a halt at the top of the hill. Several argonian bandits had surrounded an imperial woman on horseback. M'Dargo could detect five of them surrounding her, giving off a faint blue essence that could be easily detected. The woman tried to escape, but one of the argonians threw her off her horse with a cruel laugh. The horse whinnied and reared up, and the woman narrowly avoided being crushed by its hooves. The leader wore some heavy iron armor and had a long sword on his back. He walked forward and picked the woman off the ground roughly.

"What is it that we have here, an imperial wench?" The woman's hair was tussled and messed up and fear was evident in her face though she tried to hide it with anger.

"Listen here lizard scum!" she shouted with indignity. "My father is captain of the guard in Leyawiin and if anything were to happen to me-" The leader shook her hard and threw to the ground so he could tower over her.

"Listen to me wench. Your precious guard of a father isn't here." He leaned in real close and his forked tongue flew out as spoke. "Me and my friends here have been so lonely without a feminine touch for quite a while. You'll provide plenty of amusement for all of us." The other argonians laughed. One of them spoke up.

"I want to go first!"

"No way, you went first when we found the forest elf last time!" Arguing broke out amongst them about who would get to rape her first.

"By the time you're done, they're always beaten and unconscious. It's no fun if they don't scream and beg." M'Dargo crouched down and waited for his opening. He couldn't let them rape her. Those conniving, wretched reptiles wouldn't get away with it this time. M'Dargo's red eyes appeared to almost glow in the darkness. A gentle breeze blew across the trees and muffled the rest of their argument.

"I'm just saying-… two of us-… more than one way-… good time." During their bickering M'Dargo slowly crept down the hill and took up position behind a tree. He glanced from behind it. The argonians seemed to have finally come to some sort of agreement for they were silent. The leader picked up the woman roughly by the throat.

"I'm going first, you dirty slut," the lizard man hissed into her ear. The woman gave a cry of fear and shuddered. M'Dargo couldn't delay it any longer. Conflict was inevitable. M'Dargo stepped out from behind the tree firmly.

"Stop right there." The argonian looked up from the struggling woman. He smiled and all of his filthy razor sharp teeth were shown.

"Well it looks like we have a flea bitten mongrel trying to join the party boys!" The rest of the bandits laughed and jeered at M'Dargo; flicking out their tongues and spitting. The argonian looked thoughtful for a moment. "Tell you what," he said as he ran a scaled finger along the woman's head, "We'll throw you any leftover scraps when we're done with her. How does that sound kitty?" A small grin appeared across M'Dargo's face.

"I think we might have some sort of… disagreement you worthless piece of swamp scum. I'm not letting you do anything to this woman. You're going to leave her here than all of us can go on our merry way." The argonian gripped the hilt of his sword firmly and the other bandits did likewise with their weapons.

"I don't think you know who you're messing with puss." M'Dargo looked down and sighed.

"I don't think you know who you're messing with either." M'Dargo spread his legs apart and flexed his tail for balance. The first argonian ran up swinging a large iron battle axe. M'Dargo ducked the first swing quickly and it's follow through. The argonian's face displayed great surprise at the khajiit's agility. He'll know soon enough, M'Dargo thought bitterly. With a feral snarl, he kicked out the argonian's legs and quickly disarmed his opponent. The axe flew out the argonian's hands and landed solidly into the ground with a thud. The argonian began to back off hurriedly but was stopped by a firm paw. Claws were unsheathed and a strong swipe sent the bandit to the ground, blood flowing from the wound and staining the ground.

M'Dargo's nostrils twitched at the smell and realization hit him like a horse. "Dammit! I'm getting carried away. If this keeps up I won't be able to control myself," he muttered to himself. M'Dargo forced his gaze away from the bleeding argonian and tried to focus on his three remaining opponents. Wait! Only three! The next thing M'Dargo knew he was pinned to a tree roaring in agony. Protruding out his shoulder was an arrow. What was worse, the bow was enchanted and the arrow blasted M'Dargo with fire. It was as bad as sunlight and M'Dargo struggled to free himself as his clothes were singed black.

"It looks the poor little pussy cat doesn't like fire," cackled a voice. M'Dargo looked up and one of the argonians. An archer had an arrow cocked in his bow and another held a conjured fireball in his hand. The bandit mage glared evilly. "I'm going to shove this down your throat khajiit!" The mage ran forward to where M'Dargo laid helpless pinned to the tree. He had only one chance. M'Dargo reached out with his hand and touched the argonian as he drew close to the tree. M'Dargo's arm glowed green. He used his Reign of Terror ability.

The argonian's fireball was extinguished, the mage effectively silenced. The mage stepped back with a cry of fear and ran off into the forest vanishing from sight. The leader walked forward as the archer continued to have his arrow trained onto M'Dargo's head. The leader unsheathed his steel long sword and stared at M'Dargo curiously.

"It seems that there is more to you than first meets the eye. You possess very interesting abilities and such ability and strength," he said as M'Dargo pulled the arrow out of his shoulder and snapped it in half. His breath came in ragged. The bow of embers had done its damage. "Your pale complexion, your eyes…" the argonian bandit leader stopped as realization dawned upon his face. He gripped his sword even tighter as his knuckles bulged from his scales. "I know what you are!" he declared. "Leech! Parasite!" he paused than pointed his sword directly at M'Dargo. "Vampire!" he spat out furiously.

M'Dargo flinched at the harsh accusation and tried to pass it off. A long time ago he would have acted the same way but not any more. He had to live with this disease, this curse: Porphyric Hemophilia, vampirism. It had changed him, he thought hollowly. It turned him into something that seemed to echo the former khajiit that he once was. M'Dargo fought against his newly found vampire nature and tried to make the best of his new abilities. M'Dargo bristled angrily at the three remaining argonians.

"Just because I'm a vampire doesn't mean I'm parasite! Take a good look at yourselves! You prey on the innocent people just like her," M'Dargo said as he gestured to the woman who was still petrified on the ground. "You're terrible hypocrites!" M'Dargo took a step forward, fury lending him the strength he needed. He growled and revealed his sharp canine teeth that had only been enhanced when he was taken by the disease. The leader of the bandits took a nervous step backwards and turned to his two underlings.

"What are two doing just standing there? Get him!" The two argonians ran forward. M'Dargo reached for his belt and unsheathed his dagger. This time he wouldn't be holding back. He would be going for blood. M'Dargo ran forward and the two forces collided. The furry of battle quickly overtook them. M'Dargo dodged the first assailant's swing of a sword and caught the flaming arrow of the archer with his bare hand. M'Dargo ran his dagger down the argonian's side twice and then punched him squarely in the face. He quickly brought out his bow and arrow and cocked his arrow and let it loose. The bandit screamed and convulsed as he tried to free himself from where the arrow pinned him.

The archer launched another arrow with his bow of embers. M'Dargo's supernatural like reflexes allowed him to whirl around and block it with his bow. The flame from the arrow lit up the stainless steel of M'Dargo's bow. The argonian archer licked his lips with his long tongue in concentration. "I'm going to skin you alive you wretched blood sucking fleabag!" The archer reached into his quiver and launched a volley of arrows. M'Dargo ducked as one flew into a tree with a flame where his head had been a moment before. He twisted to the side as three arrows narrowly missed his two arms and tail. The tree burst into flames from the combined flames of the arrows.

The fire illuminated the dark forest side. The light flickered and reflected off of M'Dargo's red eyes. M'Dargo bounded forward quickly, sending up leaves and grass in his wake. He brought his dagger out and it sliced and slashed through the argonian's light armor. The archer fell down with a cry. It was just him and the leader now. M'Dargo circled the bandit leader cautiously; the long sword had a greater reach than his dagger. M'Dargo looked down at his dagger. It was covered with blood that seemed to shine brilliantly from the firelight. He couldn't help himself. Besides he reasoned, he would have to clean it eventually. M'Dargo brought the dagger to his mouth and licked the dagger clean of blood.

The taste of the blood was rejuvenating and M'Dargo could feel some energy flowing back into his body. The argonian eyed him with disgust at the act.

"I'm going to put you out of your misery!" M'Dargo snorted.

"No thanks, I have a perfectly happy life, thank you very much. I just happened to have a different lifestyle than you. Is being a vampire really better than being a marauding bandit that rapes and murders women? At least I try to some good with my abilities, unlike you." The argonian spat angrily.

"What are you, a priest? Shut your trap so I can kill you!" M'Dargo let out a sigh of exasperation.

"So irritable…" The argonian leader ran forward with is his long sword in hand. His armor and green scales reflected the flickering light of burning trees. The bandit swung and M'Dargo was forced to duck. M'Dargo leapt back as the argonian sank his sword into the earth and quickly withdrew it. M'Dargo swung his dagger forward and tried to cut the argonian. The dagger bounced off harmlessly. The armor was too strong. The bandit laughed.

"You can't kill me," he taunted, a murderous glint in his eyes. M'Dargo paused.

"I've never been the kind of person to take a life likely, especially someone else's." M'Dargo closed his eyes and concentrated. The bandit leader ran forward. M'Dargo could hear his panting breath and the crunch of his boots on the ground with his heightened senses. As the argonian reached the point where his sword could reach him, M'Dargo opened his eyes. They glowed as he pointed his hand at the bandit and used his Eye of Fear power. The bandit froze in his tracks. His reptilian face was covered in fear. He hastily sheathed his sword with a cry.

"Retreat, everyone get out of here!" The argonian continued to shout as he ran off through the woods. M'Dargo fell to his knees, his dagger slipping out of his hand and hitting the ground. M'Dargo looked around. The three argonian bandits were on the ground. He looked closer. He could see the tell tale sign of their chests lifting with each breath. They were still alive. M'Dargo put his head in his hands and massaged his head. He was able to control himself this time he thought happily. He reigned in his urges.

M'Dargo felt exhausted but empowered. He was getting better at keeping control of his vampire nature. The first weeks of his new life had been violent and uncontrollable. He shuddered at the memories of what he had done before he was able to stop himself.

M'Dargo lay in the countryside at a barn, unmoving. The barn was silent. The barn had been burned down during the struggle. Now it's blacken hull had smoke slowly rising up into the rising sky. M'Dargo stirred as sunlight slowly came over his face, illuminating his matted blood soaked muzzle. A bird landed nearby him and began to sing. M'Dargo's ears twitched. He moaned and slowly opened his eyes against the harsh light. He felt terrible. He struggled to sit up and the earth spun around him. It felt like the one time he and his friends had stolen some skooma and had used too much and passed out.

M'Dargo glanced around and his confusion turned to alarm when he saw the destruction of a barn beside him. His eyes widened in shock. "Who could have done this?" M'Dargo cautiously walked forward and began to sift through the wreckage. He froze when he saw a fur covered arm sticking out from underneath a large piece of blackened wood. M'Dargo lifted it up and saw the body of a khajiit. He stepped back in horror and tripped and fell to his knees. The khajiit's eyes were still open in terror. Bite marks could be seen on the throat. Blood soaked the khajiit's shirt. Memories from last night began to flood through M'Dargo's mind.

He was running like an animal. So hungry, so thirsty. Splintering the wood. Cries of terror. A male khajiit stood in front of his mate and cubs. The khajiit tossed aside. Jumping on the others. A lantern overturned. Carnage. Rip, tear, drink. Cries stopping. Full, content, sleepy.

M'Dargo slowly and hesitantly reached up to feel his muzzle. The dried blood confirmed that what happened last night was no dream or nightmare. "What have I done?" he asked himself softly with despair evident in his voice. His breath came in rapid gasps. "I'm a monster," he suddenly realized. "I killed an entire family last night." M'Dargo stood up and ran as far as he could from the scene of the barn. He ran as if he could outrun his inner demons.

M'Dargo's ear twitched as he heard the rustling. He glanced over. It wasn't any of the argonians; they were still unconscious. It was the imperial woman he had saved. She was getting her things together hurriedly and making her way to her horse, looking over her shoulder every couple of seconds. She froze when she saw M'Dargo watching her. M'Dargo slowly got to his feet.

"Are you alright Miss? Those lizards didn't hurt you, did they?" M'Dargo slowly began to walk towards her. "I tried to act as soon as I could but I had to find out how many of them there were and-" M'Dargo looked back up at the woman. She was trembling and holding a fireball suspended above her hand. It was clear that she wasn't very practiced at magic. The fireball kept on fluctuating, giving off different amounts of heat and light. M'Dargo had a sinking suspicion that was only confirmed when the woman drew back her arm. M'Dargo put up his hands in protest.

"Hey! I'm the one that just saved you and you're going to throw fire at-" M'Dargo ducked as a fireball flew where his head had been a moment before, igniting another tree on fire. M'Dargo quickly got back on his feet again. "Sweet Azurah! What the hell was that for?" The woman slowly backed up to her horse and grabbed the reins without taking her eyes off of him.

"Stay back vampire! I'm warning you. I might not look like it but I can put up a fght!" M'Dargo snorted.

"Yeah, you really put a great fight against all those bandits," he said sarcastically. "You definitley could have handled that on your own." The woman hurled another fireball at him and quickly mounted her horse. M'Dargo easily sidestepped the fireball and turned to look at the woman as she galloped forward into the night. "You're welcome!" he called after her. M'Dargo sighed. Cyrodiil was so different from Elsweyr. It wasn't just the climate; it was the people as well. There was one thing that was the same however: a terrible hatred of vampires. M'Dargo got up. In a few hours the sun would rise. He would either have to feed or find a place to hide out for the day. M'Dargo gave the argonian bandits a momentary glance and shuddered. Hiding out it was then. He walked off leaving the unconscious bandits behind.


"Chirranirr!" Chirranirr slammed the plate she was scrubbing into the sink with a loud crash. Her fur bristled, her tail twitched, and she bit back a snarl. She turned around and saw the owner of the inn, Andreas Draconis. He wore a blacksmith's apron even though Chirranirr had never seen him in a forge in her life. He wore leather shoes and steel dagger at his belt. The Drunken Dragon Inn usually had little business but recently it had been unusually busy. Chirranirr bit back a sharp remark before replying to him.

"Yes Master Draconis?" she said quietly looking down. She hated that he made her call him master. It was so humiliating! Even though slavery was outlawed it was just another way to discriminate against beast people. Draconis clapped his hands together.

"Hurry along then. We have a customer who ordered roasted boar an hour ago and he's getting restless. If he leaves I'm docking your pay!" Like that would be a drastic impact. Chirranirr was paid an outrageously low rate per day. At least she didn't have to pay for a room and had a roof over her head. She nodded before answering.

"Right away sir." Draconis walked out of the kitchen and returned to the dining room. Chirranirr sighed and called over to the other worker in the kitchen. "Numeen, how's that roasted boar coming along? Draconis says that the customer is getting restless." The argonian just rolled her eyes and checked on the boar roasting on the fire.

"Perfection can't be rushed. I tell Draconis that but he never listens. I'm using one of my own recipes to really spice it up." Chirranirr looked up from her dishes and laughed.

"The last time I tried one of your recipes and I was in bed for a week!" she teased. Numeen appeared to be offended, but Chirranirr knew she was just putting on an act.

"It wasn't a week!" Numeen protested loudly. She was silent for a moment, thinking. "It might have been for a day or two but it wasn't my fault." She pointed a scaled finger at Chirranirr. "You khajiit have such sensitive stomachs. You can only eat sweet things. You'd never survive in the Black Marsh."

"Hopefully you won't be proven right," Chirranirr said as she scrubbed a grease stain out of plate with a brush. Must people would have thought it extremely bizarre that the two of them were getting along. They were an argonian and a hajiit. There had always been tension between their two races. Along border towns between Elsweyr and the Black Marsh hate crimes flourished despite the city guards. This wasn't the case with Numeen and Chirranirr. They had worked at the inn for a couple of years and had become almost like sisters.

"I'm not paying you two wenches to gossip!" Draconis called from somewhere beyond the kitchen. Chirranirr dried her hands as she placed the plates away in the cupboards.

"You're barley paying us at all," she muttered under her breath. Numeen nodded as she to the boar off the fire and began to prepare it.

"One of these days that man is going get murdered for being such a pompous ass," Numeen said darkly sharpening the knives so she could cut up the boar. Chirranirr went over and began to help Numeen carve up the boar.

"But then where would work?" Numeen shrugged as she placed a slice of boar on a plate and sprinkled a questionable green spice on top of it.

"Anywhere is better than here. I came from the Black Marsh so I could get a better life. Not spend all my days slaving over a kitchen and getting hit on by drunken men." Chirranirr frowned as she saw how much spice Numeen was putting on the dish.

"Numeen…" Chirranirr hesitated and tried to find the right words. "Aren't you using a bit too much of that… stuff?" Numeen glanced up at Chirranirr and laughed at the worry in her eyes.

"Don't worry. I put on just enough." She handed the plate to Chirranirr. "Now serve it to the customer before Draconis has a heart attack." Chirranirr gave a weak laugh and carried out the roasted boar out to the dining room. The customer was a large solidly built nord who sat his table with his battle axe by his side. Chirranirr walked over to him and set the dish onto the table.

"Here you are sir." The nord just grunted and began to eat ravenously. Chirranirr turned around and began to walk back to the kitchen. The nord suddenly stopped eating. She glanced back for a moment and her eyes widened in alarm. The nord had turned a sickly green. He then proceeded to vomit up the roast boar that he had eaten. The nord warrior was on his knees retching until there was nothing left in his stomach. Everyone in the inn stopped what they were doing and stared. Chirranirr heard footsteps behind her and turned around. It was Numeen. Numeen's green skin had paled and she nervously wrung her hands. She met Chirranirr gaze.

"Maybe you were right about putting so much spice on the boar."

"Oh Numeen…" Chirranirr said softly as she shook her head. The nord slowly and uneasily got to his feet walked over to Andreas Draconis. The nord grabbed him by the shirt and lifted him several inches off the ground.

"What in the Gods names was that vile garbage that you just fed me? Is that how you treat your customers? I'm never staying here again and I'm telling all my friends not to as well. Good day." The nord put Draconis down and walked out the door. The door slammed shut. The atmosphere in the inn suddenly became silent and tense. Numeen took a step behind Chirranirr and grabbed her hand. Chirranirr squeezed Numeen's hand reassuringly. Draconis walked over them slowly, furry in his eyes. He gripped the hilt of his dagger so tightly his knuckles turned white. His teeth were gritted in anger.

"Whoever prepared that boar deserves a whipping. Now who did it?" Numeen's breath hitched up and became more rapid. Chirranirr could feel Numeen's hand begin to sweat. Numeen was opening her mouth when Chirranirr took a step forward and cut her off.

"I prepared that dish. It's my fault." Numeen gasped.

"Chirranirr…" Draconis pointed a finger at Chirranirr.

"This is the final straw you impetuous fur covered whelp you're-" Chirranirr took off her apron and threw it over Draconis's head.

"It's too late for that." She smiled and showed off her sharp teeth. "I'm tired of working for such a selfless bastard. I quit!" A gasp went up through the dining room. "I'm getting my things and then I'm leaving." Chirranirr walked out of the room and was followed by Numeen. Chirranirr went to her room and began packing her things. Numeen came up from behind and gave Chirranirr a hug.

"You shouldn't have done that you fool! Why did you take the blame for me? Chirranirr shrugged.

"I'm not about to let my best friend get in trouble. What kind of friend would I be?" Chirranirr could feel wetness on the back of her net as Numeen began to cry.

"Best friend?" Chirranirr nodded.

"Of course you are, silly. Who was it that helped me get this job? Who was it that's been helping me this past two years? That was you. Besides, I've been looking for an excuse to quit this awful job. I get absolutely no respect here." Numeen laughed weakly through her tears.

"I don't know about that. You put on quite spectacle out there." Chirranirr laughed.

"I guess I did. Damn, that felt really good." Chirranirr picked up her things.

"Where will you go?" Numeen asked her. She sighed.

"I don't really know, anywhere but here. I'm just going to set out and see what happens. I'll write to you as soon as I get settled." She walked over and gave Numeen another hug.

"Good-bye Numeen," she said, tears threatening to spill.

"Good-bye Chirranirr, may the Gods bless you," Numeen said warmly. Chirranirr opened the door and set out and began walking north and hopefully to a new start in life.

A/N: That's the end of the first chapter. Please tell me what you think. How was that background? Am I staying true to the game? Please read and review to let me know! I'm also open to any suggestions people might have so speak up. The next chapter I'll have Chirranirr and M'Dargo meet and I'll take it from there. Will there be love? Will they find a cure for M'Dargo's vampirism? Will a secret crime organization be stopped? I'm not sure I'm just messing around with ideas. I have had this chapter finished for a while but was looking for a beta reader. I haven't found one yet. If you're interested please PM me.