Still, I do not own Skyrim or any of its content. Endras is, however, a custom character I've created for the sole purpose of this story.

Okay, everyone, I realized I kind of did a jerk move putting all the text into one chapter, but I really couldn't find areas to separate the text to appropriate areas. So, here's a far smaller chapter of part two featuring Endras Feronis, a Wood Elf.

A woman lie on her back, her arms and legs spread and tied to each corner of the stone table. A cloth was knotted and shoved into mouth, which was muting the screams coming out of her mouth. Rolling down her filthy cheeks dyed with blood were tears, leaving small streaks in their path. Upon closer inspection, the woman is revealed to be missing all of the digits on her left hand and right foot. Each location where the digit was severed was marked with a large burn that cauterized the wounds. Footsteps approached, and the woman began a new chorus of screams.

"I'm sorry ma'am, but will you please stay quiet? It will be easier for you." A man whispered, before procuring an extremely sharp dagger crafted of ebony. It was not the normal ebony daggers, though, but one used for one purpose: Sacrifice. With a movement of his arm he cut off her right foot. She screamed, but with a flash of green light she was still. The elf had cast a unique paralytic spell. She was unable to move, but she was able to feel the immense pain that was being brought upon her. He crouched down and slid the dagger alongside the bone, before twisting the blade and pulling upward. He repeated the procedure three more times, before pulling the meat off the bone, leaving a clean three inches of bone protruding from the leg. He then reached over and took the clothes iron that was resting in a bed of coals and placed it on the wound. He sighed when he noticed her pulse had dropped severely low, and cast a healing spell on her for several seconds before stopping.

The man released the breath he was holding and stood up, walking back over to his fine chair by a fireplace. The flames illuminated his features, showing sleek, black hair tied back in a rogue knot. His eyes were extremely bright, glowing, and orange. This looked quite appealing in contrast to his skin that was far paler and smoother than any porcelain doll. What really stood out about this man was that an extremely long, sharp pair of canines fell just past his lower lip. He still felt slightly ashamed of himself for that, during his first days as a vampire lord, he had bitten his lip more times than he'd care to remember. The man closed his eyes and leaned his head back, before footsteps ascending a flight of stairs alerted him.

"Master Feronis, sir, one of the prey in Riften have sent word of a seductive woman clad in a dress. She had entered the Black-Briar Manor, and has just exited with a bag containing documents. About you, sir. Our source believes that this woman, a Marina Frost, is the Listener of the Dark Brotherhood. She has this insane idea that she has the ability to kill you. A futile task, my liege." The Nord said, bowing.

Endras looked down at the pitiful thrall. He had once considered granting him the gift of immortality, but this behavior was irking him. He rose from his chair and walked toward the cowering, disgusting excuse of a man before speaking in a low, smooth voice.

"Rise."

The Nord man did, and stared into the distance. Endras released his hold on the man, and immediately fell upon him, slamming a hand into his chest and ripping out his still-beating heart. Endras took a bite of the heart and drank the blood that was still inside, before squeezing it dry. The man lay on the floor, dead.

"Dinner, mutts."

A small pack of werewolves, five to be exact, ran up the stairs to the body and began tearing at it. One left the body and was making way towards the woman tied to the table. Endras snapped his fingers, and the werewolf returned to the body, where only bones remained. The pack whined in sadness, but the Alpha of the pack grabbed the skeleton with its massive arms and carried it off, the others followed. Endras smiled, his fangs glistening from the flames. He walked, slowly, back over to his chair by the fireplace, his boots clicking against the floor. As he was about to sit, he realized how quiet it was and instead walked over to his lovely guest.

"Hello, my delicious friend." Endras whispered, climbing on top of her, placing a knee on each side of her body. She was silent now, and her tears have dried. She was shaking in fear, her body contorting in the only way physically possible due to her restraints. He pinched her neck and smiled in her discomfort. He placed a hand on each side of her head before bending so that he could look directly into her eyes. He lowered his face so that his lips brushed hers, before biting the cloth in her mouth. He pulled it out, and was met with an ear-splitting scream. He smiled, before licking the dried blood off her face. She tried to bite him, but the restraint on her neck prevented it. He smiled again, and began descending to her ear.

"Sorry, but only I will dine tonight." Endras whispered, his lips brushing against her ear. With that, he brought his head back and sunk his fangs into her neck. He gorged on the blood, sucking greedily on the delicious crimson syrup. The sickening sweet flow that seemed almost an endless supply. Almost when he thought he could never stop, he did. He cast a healing spell on her, closing the bite marks. He kept the spell going to make sure that she would not die of blood loss. Her screams became moans as the pain subsided. She groaned something, almost inaudible, but Endras heard it clear as day.

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"Because I love you, dear. No, I jest. It is because I am evil to my core. I've decapitated babies and forced boys to rape their mothers. I've forced men to consume their own manhood, and forced many objects into women. I remove your limbs so you cannot escape, then I will turn you. I am a scientist at heart, and I am curious how you will live. I'm sick like that. I've forced my best friend to kill the other, before consuming the heart of the slain in front of her. I've turned bodies inside out, and resurrected a decomposing father to rape his daughter. I am sick, sadistic, and I am incapable of love."

"A monster to the core."

Endras placed the knotted cloth back into her mouth and rose from the body, making his way back to the chair by the fire. He was once asked by a thrall, a worm of a man, why he never forced himself onto his most recent pet. Furious, Endras had taken a sword and cut the Breton in two. Endras had never had any sexual thoughts or urges. He found the act of sex repulsive to its very nature. The idea of the organ that releases urine entering an orifice of a body; of which blood, dead cells, babies and urine came out of, was sickening. He gripped the armrest of the chair in anger as he recalled that day. He reached to the table beside him and lifted a book off the stack. It was titled Addiction: A Vampire's Tale. Endras had taken to reading of his night-kin. From he had understood so far, this was a tale of a vampire and his resistance against feeding. He stated that knowing true hunger made his fasting easier. He could resist the lust for blood for weeks at a time now. Endras thought not feeding was pointless.

He opened the book and removed the ribbon that served as his page-marker. He continued from where he last left off:

"This agony brought upon by not feeding has slightly subsided, or perhaps I am dying. Is it possible to die from not eating? I haven't heard of any vampire starve to death. Most go into a coma or trance, before submitting to their desires and attacking the first blood-containing organism they come across. It has been a month now, and I can feel my body drying. My skin has become soft and rough at the same time, and no longer has the strength it did before. I'm almost positive that if I were to enter the sunlight, I would immediately burst into flames. I no longer feel the call, but to take certain measures to keep my servants safe I have asked to be locked within the castle's secret lair beneath the city."

Endras found this man to be slightly moronic. However, what did catch his attention were the mentions of servants and a castle. This must mean that the unnamed author had been of royalty. He turned the page and placed the ribbon in it before placing it back onto the top of the stack. He rose and made his way to the balcony overlooking the courtyard of Castle Volkihar. Harkon had kindly allowed him to live within one of the towers in exchange for the use of the Skeleton Key. Little did Harkon understand was that he hadn't actually used the Key at all. Endras had used the Key to alter Harkon's mind. He sighed as the bone hawks above him flew in endless circles, never resting. He closed his eyes and tapped into his true powers.

His body went black and Endras tensed himself before his body transformed. His muscles grew and became larger, his skin turned as gray as the sky, and his wings stretched out behind him. He called onto the power of the bats before flying to the sundial. He found it ironic that a castle full of vampires would have a sundial, but that was just more of his humor that nobody seemed to have recognized in him. He lowered himself to the ground and felt the stones under his feet. He watched as a glowing pair of orange eyes flittered from one window to the next, before disappearing. He closed his eyes and returned to his normal appearance as an Elf. Endras walked towards the ruins that impeded his path to the dining hall of Castle Volkihar.

"What are you doing, Elf?" A voice of loathe spat out behind Endras as he gazed into the stone. Endras lowered his hand to the pommel of the Silver Sword buckled to his hip. He had it crafted by the Gray-Mane in exchange for 15 Ebony Ingots. It was of legendary craftsmanship, and it was sharp enough to cut through dragonskin. It held a slight glow of white, an enchantment placed by Endras himself, which allowed the blade to not be damaged by most means.

"I'm wondering how I'm going to get past these ruins." He replied, turning to look at the man clad in red vampire armor. His assumptions were correct: it was Orthjolf.

"Well, nobody wants you here. Who knows what it is you are doing in that tower."

"I implore you to hold patience, Nord. It is not my intention to remain trapped on this island forever. I do have a question, though."

"Oh, so the Elf too good to exist with the rest of us seeks help?"

"I simply wished to know how you got here."

"I took the catacombs, fool."

"Oh, that's disappointing." Endras smirked, before lunging at Orthjolf.

Orthjolf stood there in disbelief as the sword pierced his chest, before Endras tore it out only to decapitate the Vampire. Endras watched as the corpse began to turn to ash, the armor and sword lying within it. He decided it would be best if he returned to the tower and remained there until his project was completed. He transformed into the Vampire Lord form once more and used his Bats power to fly to the castle wall, then up to the balcony. Reverting to normal form, he opened the door and found himself facing an armored figure with a crossbow pointed right at him.

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Alright, I've also read through Marina Frost's story and I noticed how sucky it was. I mean, there wasn't a lot of description and I somehow managed to make it into the Dark Brotherhood within the first three pages. Hopefully I can redeem myself through Endras' story, but I might need some help or ideas. Feel free to review or whatever else. The next chapter should be up sometime within three or four days. I've been watching a lot of The Mentalist lately, so distractions! Thanks!