Having read so many stories of the tales of others in Skyrim, I decided to add my own which is only in part based on what hppened in the game. In order to avoid retelling the story as it unfolds, this story is only loosly based on the events in the game. Please read, review, and enjoy. Comments are always welcome here.
The sky was blackened in a fiery fog and smoke and the sickly sweet smell of blood and death hung low in the heated air on the day the Imperial City fell to the armies of the Aldmeri Dominion. The soldiers of the Dominion, who had drunk deeply in the glory of their victory, savagely ripped through the very heart of the laid open and relatively unprotected city. They fell upon it and violated every decency and every sanctity found therein like a blood crazed wolf amongst the virgin sheep in the dead of the night, when no one's around to protect their innocence. An orgy of blood and chaos followed in their wake as the city was razed in a fiery inferno which engulfed all in sight as they fell upon those who were unfortunate enough to still be found here.
Those many poor and pitiful souls who could not escape with the others when the 8th Legion was scattered before the wind and the12th Legion and most of the Nord Auxiliaries were massacred upon the very foothills of the city. So many Legionaries and Nords who had died that the waters of the Rumare Lake were tainted with the blood of the fallen for days and days long after the last of them had perished. All cows, sheep and horses and all other manner of livestock were slaughtered in order to feed the Dominion Soldiers who ate all that the sons and daughters of Cyrodiil could give, and took all of that which they could not.
And when this was no longer enough to satisfy them, the soldiers turned on them and slaughtered the sons of Cyrodiil and made whores of their wives and daughters so that there were no longer any left pure amongst them. Many were made pregnant with the seeds of the Altmer young, so that many thousands of them threw themselves into the bloodied waters of the Rumare Lake that they may never bare the wicked young into the world. Once these acts, surly straight out of Oblivion itself, had run their course, there were none left on the streets of the Imperial City save for the Dominion's Soldiers. So had the Imperial city been so fully ravaged that this period was to be forever remembered in Imperial History as the Days of Blood.
In these days, Ailiea had been a soldier of the Dominion's Armies, and was not only present in all of the aforementioned horrors which had taken place, but had been so fully involved that her hands were to be forever tainted in the blood of the innocent. While this was all taking place, she had drank deeply of the blood which flowed so freely of the people that the Vampire's hunger which she had tried so desperately to hide was always fed and thus safely hidden from her officers, for even in the Dominion were Vampires hunted and murdered as the foul abominations they were often thought of.
Once the Days of Blood had ended and a relative peace had settled over the ruined city, she began to grow hungrier and hungrier, day by day so that she soon requested to be placed on prisoner detail. It was decided that, since she was not only fluent on the tongues spoken in Cyrodiil, but also those of Skyrim and Morrowind as well, that she would be best suited for such a position. On the outskirts of the City, in what had been a Mage's College were several men held as prisoners of war. These unfortunate few left alive who were identified as being of noble blood and who were thus likely to be used in the diplomatic acts. Unfortunate were they, for as opposed to being killed like the others, these men were instead tortured slowly and steadily, day after day, sometimes that they may give up some vital piece of intelligence to the Thalmer, sometimes for no apparent reason whatsoever. Thus was it so that the blood which she so desperately needed would always be readily available to her, and she may continue to hide herself in peace. This is where her tale truly begins.
Here, in this place fully hidden from the sun, it was always dimly lit. She walked about the room with the soldiers under her charge always following closely in her wake, as had become her daily regiment. The men before her feet, trapt in their little cages held in their breath until such a time as she had walked past them by, so signifying that she had not decided upon them. Several times did she circle the room in silence until her eyes fell upon one amongst them; the one. He was to be the one for today. Her eyes had nearly passed him by, but returned and rested on him, as there was something about him. Unlike the others, who avoided her cold and sadistic gaze, he started her down, his piercing blue eyes slowly burning a hole right through her. There was an air of pride and nobility which was clearly lacking in all the others around him.
For a while, Ailiea was caught in his hypnotizing gaze, drawn into it like a moth to its death by the flame, before she came back to herself and ordered the soldiers to pull him from his cage and stand him before her, before her table with the instruments used to make men spill their guts in the worst of ways. Once this was done and his hands were bound behind his back, she removed her dagger from its sheath, and placed it before his neck like she had meant to slit it wide open. But he stood before her, too proud to flinch, or even look at her, so instead he held his ground and stared blankly at bloodied walls before him. Sensing the pride irradiating off of his body, she slowly removed the dagger from his neck and slowly and sensually moved it down his body, cutting away his tunic as it went so that soon, he had nothing covering his torso at all; still he did not move. He just stood there in the cold room, as she took in the sight of him. He was a large man, with very broad shoulders and a thick, muscular Nord build and who easily stood over six feet. Indeed, he towered over her more meager frame. His long, blond hair was pulled back before him and he by now had a very dirty, disheveled beard. It had been weeks since he had been allowed to bathe, yet he had a very masculine aroma about his person which quite excited Ailiea. Truly a magnificent specimen if she had ever seen one.
"Hhhmmm, what have the Gods given to me this day.", Ailiea idly mused to herself aloud, all while she toyed with her new plaything. She touched her free hand to his chest and was taken aback by how warm it was. She could feel the beating of his human heart under her fingertips. She then slowly moved her hands down, across his abs, and kept going until she felt of his manhood under his trousers. "My my. Quite a man you are.", she spoke to him, staring at his eyes. But still he did not move. He continued to stare at the wall behind her and ignored her. She was no longer amused. She removed her hand from his body and went to the table next to him. Staring at her tools, she asked him in a decidedly colder and less playful voice, "What is your name, Nord?". Still nothing. "No? You still refuse to speak, Nord? Perhaps you will be able to hold your tongue, no matter what I do onto you, but it doesn't matter. Even in silence I will still learn what I need to". Then, from behind him, came a shout, "Don't tell the Altmer bitch anything, Ulfric! Show her that Nords are made of tougher things then them!". There it was. He had given himself away, even if he hadn't meant to, even if he hadn't realized it yet.
When he heard that voice calling out to him, his neck and his mouth betrayed him as they twitched in hearing the familiar voice calling out to him. He strained in a vain effort to keep himself still and regain his composure, but it was too late; she had already seen it. "See what I mean? I haven't even had to touch you yet and already I am learning so much. Bring him,", she motioned to the soldiers at the one who was foolish enough to speak out of line. Already an involuntary look found itself spread out across Ulfric's face as he held in anticipation for the horror which was about to unfold. The soldiers took the man, still streaming for Ulfric to speak no words and brought them before Ailiea. She swiped clean the table of all her little tools and moved it from Ulfric's side so that it was now in front of him and back far enough to where he could easily view it. Next, she had the soldiers force the mad to crouch on the table so that his torso and his head were well rested against the surface of the table.
Once this was done, much to Ulfric's utter horror, she took a spear and held it's blade upon the flames of a torch until it was heated. As she did this, she motioned for the soldiers to cut away the screaming man's trousers that he be left fully exposed to her. Ulfric saw what was unfolding and immediately moved to aid his friend, but two more soldiers appeared from out of the darkness and held him at bay, yet still he spoke no words. "No! No! Ulfric, worry not for me, tell the bitch nothing and I shall see you again in Sovengarde!", the man on the table cried out to him. With a worried expression on his face all the while, all Ulfric could do nothing but watch of what was about to happen. Now that the blade of the spear was heated to her satisfaction, she walked over to the man on the table and kicked his legs further apart, all the while the man continued to yell and grunt in defiance, in spite of the terrible knowledge of what was about to happen upon his person next; a braver Nord there could not have been.
Though the man had been yelling, all who were present could remember only silence as the scene somehow seemed to sublime to be real to them, but this silence was not to last. Once she was in position behind the man on the table, there came a terrible cry, the Nord had finally decided to speak at last, "I am Ulfric Stormcloak!". She was stopped in her tracks by his decision to speak. Then, suddenly and without warning, the Nord opened his mouth once again as if to speak once more, though what came from his mouth was unlike any words which she had ever heard before. From his mouth there came a cry, far mightier and far more terrible than any of the strongest winds, which seemed to have emanated from the Nord who was called Ulfric. It was a terrible cry which sounded to her something like, "Fus Ro Dah!".
Within the blinking of an eye she found herself upon the floor before the wall on the far side of the room. All the air had been knocked from her lungs and she struggled to regain her breath. Her vision had become somewhat blurry, but as it slowly returned to her the world around herself seemed to be moving so very slowly. But the one thing which stood out to her the most was the sight of the one called Ulfric, who had somehow made himself free and tossed away her soldiers. Once he had managed this, he began to make his way to her, at cold, crazed gaze fixed in his icy blue eyes. So this is what it was like to stare down the very face of death itself, she thought as she used the spear still in her hands to lift herself off the of the dirty, bloodstained stone floor. Once she had regained herself, he was very nearly on her, and so seeing the danger which she now found herself in, she felt compelled to use her Vampiric abilities and drain the hard charging Nord of his very life essence.
Ulfric found himself engulfed in a bloody red mist and all at once began to feel his strength betray him and evaporate from his person. He stopped his charge on Ailiea and all at once found himself upon the stone floor, with barely enough strength to move. While he was there upon the floor, all he saw was the soldiers regain themselves and move at him, and upon reaching him, they proceeded to beat him severely. It was nearly more than he could bare, to be so severely beaten and fully lack the strength to fight back and defend himself. While the soldiers beat him, they also had the foresight to gag him that he may not use such power on them again. Ulfric felt that they would beat him until he had died, until he saw Ailiea standing before him, motioning for the soldiers to withdraw from his person. Once she had cleared them all away, she returned to the man on the table, and made her way fully behind him once more. By now Ulfric fully understood what it was that she was going to do, and he began to scream something fiercely in spite of his apparent and utter lack of strength. It was as though he had meant to pull Ailiea's attention away from his friend, but it did not work. Giving him a sickly sweet and deceptive smile, she then returned her attention to the man on the table, who had by now resumed his shrieks and screams. She moved the spear with the heated blade back and proceeded to force it up the man's rectum.
Blood immediately flowed from out of the violated orifice, as well as the sickening sound of burning flesh. The man on the table buckled under the pain and his legs gave way from under his body, but he did not fall, as Ailiea was holding tightly to the spear which was holding him up. He screamed and screamed and shrieked and he never let up. Tears flowed from his eyes, all while Ailiea contemplated to herself about how odd it was to see a grown man cry out. His cries and wails echoed across the entire length of the room and so filled it with a maddening sensation that it fully caused Ulfric to shake violently. It was more than he could stand to watch, so he pulled his head in tight and closed his eyes. But Ailiea saw this and ordered the soldiers to move his head back that he may continue to watch, like it or not. Once this was done and Ulfric's gaze was once again upon her, she pulled the spear from the man's rectum and blood and shit fell upon the floor before her feet. The man on the table was still screaming in fury and pain.
He could no longer stand and he collapsed onto the floor before the table, next to her and rolled up into a ball. He was no longer yelling now, only weeping as he had gone into shock. Now it was Ulfric who was doing his damndest to scream from behind the rags which bound his mouth, but this Ailiea ignored. Instead, she removed a mace from its wall mount and walked over to the man before the table. She looked at Ulfric once, smiled her sickly sweet smile again, and proceeded to beat the man again and again across his head until all of his brains had been splattered across the stone floor. Once this was done, she began to lick clean the mace of that which covered it's surface, all the blood and the brain matter, as if it were a delectable sweet roll.
The sight of this caused Ulfric to cry out from behind his bonds with a renewed furor, almost as if he had never been drained of his strength at all. But alas, this struggle was in vain as the soldiers simply held him in place so that he could not move. He knew that he would be next, so he slowly began to regain his composure so that he may face whatever may come with the bravery of a true Nord. But Ailiea never came to him. Instead, she motioned for the soldiers to return Ulfric to his cage. This they did, dropping him hard against the floor, but making sure to keep his hands and his mouth bound. With the task at hand completed, Ailiea simply made her way from the room, and that was it.
When the day had ended and darkness descended upon the land once more, Ulfric lay upon the floor of his cage, never moving. He was fully alive, alert, and awake. He was simply drained far more than he could ever remember having been. He simply lacked the will to move from his lowly spot upon the cold, cold stone floor. Though none of the soldiers were able to recognize the sort of magic the Altmer woman had wielded against him for what it truly was, Ulfric was not so naive. He had seen it all before, had slain her kind before; he knew exactly what she was, the Vampiric bitch. As he thought this over in his head, he heard a stirring coming from off of the shadows of the wall across from his cage. Slowly moving his head and looking forward that he may be made aware of whatever it was which had disturbed his sanctity this late, he was greeted with the sight of darkness and shadows and nothing more; No one was there.
Yet his instincts told him different, and he had learned long ago to always trust his instincts, so he continued to stare into the dark void. At first he still saw nothing, but only at first. Soon, though, he became all too keenly aware of the tiniest hint of movement, so small that he was somewhat surprised that he had even seen it. As he continued to stare at the movement, his eyes began to adjust to the darkness to the point that he was able to see more and more of the movement until he was confident he was able to make out the human-esque form hiding within it. Someone had used a cloaking spell and was sneaking about, and he felt confident that it was the Altmer woman, no doubt on the prowl for food. Yes, that must be it, for the more he thought of it, the more it made sense. Where better to feed if one were a Vampire than off of the blood of ill fated prisoners of war so that if they were to die, no one would take notice.
And so he watched from the shadows of his cage as Ailiea, who was indeed cloaked, made her way quietly through the room, searching out the weakest amongst them. It was not long before she found one. This one was so weak and powerless and would no doubt be dead within a fortnight anyway. Slowly and quietly, she unsecured the latch to his cage and made her way over to his pathetic form, which was sprawled out over the cold stone floor. By the time she reached him, it was clear to Ulfric that she was no longer cloaked and he was right all along; it was the Altmer woman from earlier. The man in the cage was very cold and he was wheezing very loudly; not once did he look up to her. So she joined him there upon the floor and slowly proceeded to tilt his head to the side ever so slightly. He took notice of this, and with a hushed grunt of resistance, he tried to fight her off, but alas this was to no avail. When his neck was at a satisfactory position, she pressed her tongue tauntingly against his skin and began to lick the spot on his neck like a cat. Though he was afraid and quivering with the fear of anticipation, he fully lacked the strength to cry out as she had him trapt.
Once she had decided that she had had enough of playing with her food, she then pressed her lips against the place on his neck and sank her fangs deeply into the poor man. He jumped at surprise when the fangs entered his neck, and as she started to drain him of his very life essence, he began to grow increasingly limp until finally he lay lifeless in her arms. But so great was her thirst that she continued to drain the blood from his body until there wasn't any left for him to give. From the shadows Ulfric watched as the Altmer woman finished devouring her prey. Once she had satisfied her hunger, she sat up and leaned her head back and seemed to stair directly up at the ceiling.
She was breathing deeply, and her eyes slowly began to close as a sort of euphoric shiver worked its way up her back. So strong was her urge to cry out in ecstasy that she had to place her wrist upon her mouth and bite down hard that she drew blood in order to silence herself. When the urge had passed her by, she fell to the floor, and remained there for quite some time until her breathing returned to its normal form. Once it had done this, the Altmer woman slowly stood and made for the deceased man upon the floor. Covering her fang marks with a rag tied around his neck, she then slowly and quietly made her way from the cage, securing it as she left, and slowly made her way back through the shadows of the corridor. As she passed through the shadows once more, it became apparent to Ulfric that she had once again cloaked herself as she became harder and harder to follow until he could no longer see her at all.
The next morning, Ulfric was awakened by the sounds of Soldiers going about their work so that he rolled around and sat up as best he could so as to be able to see the goings on. He saw, at the far end of the room, a soldier drag the body of a man who had died in the night, and who had a rag tied around his neck for reasons unknown, from his cage. Once he had removed the body, he placed the crippled form upon his shoulders and carried him from the room. Now fully alert, Ulfric began to replay in his mind all that he saw the day before; all that he had learned, about the Altmer woman, and about how he knew that Vampires were hunted, even in the Aldmeri Dominion.
He thought about all of this, and he hatched a plan. Not but a few hours later, the Captain of the Guard entered the room with the cages on his usual tour of duty. Ulfric watched him with great intent, and he waited. He waited and he prayed to the nine that the Captain had a strong enough grasp of the Nord tongue, which would have been typical of all those who worked with POWs, waiting for the Captain to walk by his cage. Once the Captain was in front of his cage, Ulfric lunged himself as best he could into the walls of his cage, so as to gain the Captain's attention. Upon hearing the crash, the Captain wheeled around and proceeded to stare down Ulfric. As Ulfric was still gagged from the day past, all he could do was mumble loudly to the Captain and hoped that he could convey onto him that he wished to speak.
The Captain stayed where he was and gazed at Ulfric with a curious expression until his curiosity finally got the better of his senses and he ordered the soldiers to remove Ulfric's bonds. They looked worriedly at each other and did not move. Having noticed this, the Captain then realized that the man must have been so bound for a reason. So he ordered them to place one soldier behind the man with orders to kill him where he crouched if he attempted anything. Once this was done and Ulfric was unbound, he fell to the floor, breathing heavily and massaged his wrists where upon he had been bound.
The Captain stood before him with his arms crossed and waited for a time until he grew impatient, so he spoke in the Nord tongue, "I assume for your sake that you have something urgent to tell me, Nord.". Ah, so he was familiar with the Nord tongue.
In his mind, Ulfric thanked the nine. Finally finding the words in his mind, Ulfric answered him, "How do you feel about Vampires.". The Captain raised an eyebrow to the question, but gave not an answer, so Ulfric went on, "I assume that since we are all noblemen locked up down here, you need as many of us alive as possible for diplomatic leverage. But I also know that far too many of us have been dying in the night as of late. So I ask you again; how do you feel about Vampires.". The Captain took in his words and contemplated them. Though the Captain had not wanted to admit it, the man was right. They had been losing far too many of these noblemen in the night as of late, and with no apparent cause, though a Vampire did seem a logical explanation. "Where is this Vampire.", the Captain demanded of him.
"Now, now; let us not be too hasty. In exchange for such information, I would need something in return.", Ulfric demanded of him.
"I am curious, Nord; what prevents me from having the information extracted from you by force?"
"I do not deny that this would be possible, though I promise you that I would hold out as long as I could or until death takes me, which ever may come first. In the meantime, you would still be losing the Noblemen that you so desperately need for your diplomatic whims. Though I may be of well means I am no one of any significance. All I ask of you is my release."
The Captain though things though for a while, before finally he gave Ulfric an answer, "Such decisions are over my head, I shall have to discuss such things with my Superiors.". Ulfric smiled; he knew he had the Vampiric bitch now.
Ailiea entered the Captain of the Guard's office and stood before him at attention and clicked the heels of her boots together, "Guardsman Ailiea reporting as ordered, sir.". Before her sat the Captain of the Guard and behind her stood two soldiers. As it was hardly unusual for the Captain of the Guard to have any number of soldiers always in his office, she hardly took notice of them. For the briefest of moments, the Captain said nothing; he just stared her down with an icy glare that cut right through her and caused a cold chill to run through the entire length of her back and so made her shudder.
Though she could feel the tension mounting all around in the air, as a Guardsman, all she could do was stand there and indulge the Captain's whims. Finally the Captain stood and slowly made his way before her, his icy gaze never leaving her. He was tall and stood several inches above her so that he now had to look down at her. Once he was in front of her, he forcefully placed his hand over her left breast and applied pressure. She was so taken aback that she tried to back away from him, but he just placed his other arm behind her and forced her forward once more. She was so confused as to what was going on and it made her so nervous so that it caused her breathing to pick up.
The Captain held his hand over her breast for a time, and upon feeling not the semblance of any heartbeat, he ran his hand along the length of her jaw, extending his fingers to the corner of her lips. Ailiea began to catch up to just what it was he was looking for so that she began to fight to secure her safety. But all the Captain did was call the two soldiers to them and had them hold her that she may not move. He then forced her lips open and began searching. It did not take him long to find her fangs as they quite stood out from the rest of her teeth and he let out a grunt of discovery once he saw them. She closed her eyes and looked away from him for she knew that she had been caught, she only wondered how. "So, all this time...", was all he said to her before he ordered the soldiers to take her way. She went with them willingly so as to protect what dignity she had left for as long as possible. They took her to a tent on the outskirts of the camp, stripped her of her armor and her weapons and tied her wrists to one of the support beams that she may not make good the escape they knew she had been contemplating.
Once this was done, the soldiers posted in front of her and proceeded to stare her down, though neither one ever dared to approach her. She just kneeled before them, naked and humiliated, and though they never spoke not a word to her, she could feel their gazes upon her naked form. She could feel their eyes inch their way across every private part of her body imaginable. She felt so low and wanted to cry out, but her pride so prevented her from doing this. Before long, the sun had started setting and the darkness of night began to descend upon the camp. From outside the tent, she could hear a small group of men approaching and into the tent walked none other than Prince Elenmiar of the Royal Family of the Dominion himself. Him and all his senior staff, for in those days, it was expected that a member of the Royal Family should personally lead the armies into battle.
As the overall Commanding General of the Dominion's 8th Guards Army, which had secured the Imperial City, it became his task to oversee the disciplinary action of the worst of his troops personally. When she saw him, her unbeating heart sank down to the lowest part of her being, for she knew that only the General himself could authorize her execution, and his very presence here seemed to indicate just that. So it was that not he, but his Aide-de-camp, came forward and read aloud her charge sheet, "Guardsman Ailiea, having been so found out as being a Vampire, and for the unlawful murders of no less than twenty three valuable prisoners of war in less than a fortnight, General of the 8th Guards Army of the Dominion, Prince Elenmiar does so authorize that you be executed for your crimes by beheading upon the first light of morning. Do you have anything you wish to say at this time.". All in attendance waited for Ailiea to give her answer, but she gave them none. She just looked away from them and stared at the floor. So it was that another of the Prince's aids, the Judicator, looked over to the Aide-de-camp and spoke in her stead, "Please note on the charge sheet that the Defendant has refused to speak.".
"So noted.", answered the Aide-de-camp, as he dictated this on her charge sheet as he was ordered to do.
Once he had finished, he handed the charge sheet over to the Judicator, who gave it one last look-over before he in turn spoke," With it so dictated that the Defendant has refused to speak her peace, then with the blessings and permission of the General,", at which time he looked back at the Prince, who nodded his approval, and he continued on, " I do hereby order these proceedings come to a close. May the Gods take pity on your twisted, deranged soul, Vampire.". And with that, the entire procession turned and was about to leave the tent, when all hell came crashing down around them. As they turned, and while the soldiers were distracted, Ailiea, with a strength she scarcely knew she possessed, took hold of the support beam and pulled it from the ground with such force that it loosened her bonds in the process and he entire tent came crashing down upon them. so freed, and with a heart burning for vengeance, she made her way forward, hell bent on murdering the first person she came across. When at last she found him, she turned him over, only to realize that she was staring down the Prince himself.
When he saw here, he began to cry out, but seeing this, she quickly placed a hand upon his mouth, leaned down, and sank her fangs into his neck with such a speed that he did not have a chance to react. She hovered over him, draining him of his life essence until he at last went limp in his arms, so signifying his death. Once she had finished feeding off of the dead man's body, she looked up and was met with the shocked expression of one of the soldiers who had somehow manage to find her, even through the cover which chaos had afforded her. He saw the Prince, dead in her arms, her face dripping of his still fresh blood, and so he screamed, and in so doing raised the alarm as to what had just transpired.
She hesitated not even for a reached out with her bare hands and ripped the throat from his body and was immediately covered in his blood, which was still warm and fresh. Upon doing this, she turned and she ran from under the cover of the collapsed tent and ran made good on her escape, naked and covered in the blood of others. Little did she know that on that very same night, Ulfric Stormcloak was released from the tower and granted his freedom at last. He made his way north to Bruma, where he rested for a few days before crossing the Jerall mountains and at last made his way home to Skyrim. Because all lands west of the Niben bay had been occupied by the Armies of the Dominion, she made her way east, eventually ending up in Cheydinhal. And it was here where her new life, away from the Dominion, was to begin...
