Oh how I love this chapter! It was really fun writing this! But I still think that it could be a little better... I'm not very good at typing really romantic scenes just yet, so I would love some advice! Anyway, this is where we start to see more Emalia/Vilkas moments :D Okay, enough of my ranting and time to continue the tale.

Emalia sprang out of bed the next day, still feeling as cheerful as one could be. She skipped up to the dining hall and dragged a chair over to where Ria was sitting. "Hi there!"

Ria looked at her and laughed. "You seem very cheerful today, did a certain someone give you a kiss?" Ria giggled as she raised an eyebrow.

Emalia whacked Ria on the shoulder. "Stop it! I've made it very clear that-"

"You like him a lot."

Emalia thought about that for a moment and turned back to Ria. "Okay... I guess to you I've made that very clear, but not to anyone else!"

"Uh huh... I think he knows."

"Knows what?"

Emalia jumped in her chair and turned around. "Um... Hi Vilkas! We were talking about..."

Ria budged in. "We were discussing how much she-"

Emalia put her hand over Ria's mouth. "Nothing!" She shrieked.

Vilkas raised his eyebrows quizzically. "Are you sure?"

Emalia nodded, but Ria shook her head and managed to pry Emalia's hand away. "We were discussing how much she likes you!" She squealed excitedly.

"Damn you!" Emalia screamed.

Her face felt hot with embarrassment. "I'm going to be practicing archery outside."

She stood up quickly and walked with a brisk pace to the door leading to the training grounds. She took out her bow and started shooting at the target, but she felt so distracted and frustrated. All of her arrows missed the target, and her mind was wandering off. Emalia gathered her arrows and stormed off, she walked into the bushes behind the targets and curled up into a ball. She still felt so embarrassed, and felt unwillingness to talk to anyone. Anyone but Paarthurnax, but he probably wouldn't understand her situation... She heard the doors to Jorrvaskr being swung open. Footsteps on the stones echoed. There was a sigh, then she could hear muttering. "Ria's big mouth, driving off the newest member..."

Emalia froze when she realized it was Vilkas. She held her breath, desperately trying to stay quiet. "Emalia, come out."

She didn't reply, she didn't want to talk to anyone at the moment. She heard Vilkas coming closer to her hiding spot. Her chest ached from not sucking in any air for quite some time. The branches by her face rustled, Emalia shifted a little. She was sure that she hardly made a sound, but the rustling stopped and hands reached right for her. Vilkas pulled her out of the bushes with hardly any effort. "Found you." He laughed.

"How did you find me? I hardly made a sound!"

Vilkas laughed. "That is one of the advantages of being a werewolf, enhanced senses."

With a sly smile, Vilkas scooped Emalia up and held her tightly. "Well, I'm taking you back Jorrvaskr, Lover Girl." He teased.

Emalia screamed and wriggled in a desperate attempt to escape from his grip. But Vilkas was much stronger, and laughed at her struggles. "Stop wriggling, it's all fine!"

He pushed the doors to Jorrvaskr open and announced their presence. "I've found her outside!"

Everyone turned and laughed. "Stop humiliating me!" She hissed.

Vilkas leant closer to her ear. "I'm taking you downstairs to chat with, keep still or else..."

Emalia sighed in frustration and nodded. Vilkas walked quickly to the door that led to the living quarters, he dropped her on the floor and crossed his arms. "I want to hear from you. Do you love me?"

"Why do you need to know about my private business?"

"Huh, says the one who came into my room and watched me sleep. Hm... What else, oh right! Watched me sleep when I was only wearing trousers."

Emalia blushed, she looked down at the floor for a while. "Well?" Vilkas asked.

"I... I..."

"You what?"

"I do love you... I love you so much. I guess I was scared you wouldn't feel the same way..."

Vilkas knelt down and stroked her cheek. "I'm so glad that you said that at last... Because... Ever since I first found you in the snow, shivering and sick, I've never been able to think of anything else but you."

Emalia smiled widely. "I've never felt so happy in my life!"

Tears of joy trickled down her cheeks, she kissed Vilkas softly on the cheek. "You are my knight in shining armor." She whispered

Emalia felt so happy day after day with the Companions, they were like another family. She spent her hours perfecting her archery and swordplay, readying herself for the final battle with Alduin. Paarthurnax had warned her about the fight ahead... A month had passed, Emalia sat out in the sheltered area of the training yard. The sun was just about to set, splashing the land with a beautiful orange glow. "Beautiful, isn't it?"

Emalia had gotten used to Vilkas sneaking up from behind her, she never got alarmed whenever he did so, most of the time... "There haven't been many beautiful in Skyrim for a while." Vilkas muttered.

Emalia nodded in agreement, such beauty was rare. Vilkas dragged a chair from a long table and sat down next to her. "Should we watch the sunset together? I find it rather calming..."

In response, Emalia wrapped her arms around Vilkas and held him close. He stroked her hair as they watched the sun sink into the horizon. Just as the last rays of sunlight faded, A shiver went down Vilkas's back. "What's wrong?" Emalia asked.

"I don't know... Argh!" Vilkas bent over, his hand against his chest. "It hurts to breathe..." He wheezed.

Emalia's eyes widened in fear. "What were you doing before you came down here?"

"N... Nothing."

Vilkas turned away from her and sucked in a painful breath. He gasped in pain again as his head jerked back.

Then his eyes widened. "Emalia... I can feel it... The call of the blood..."

Vilkas's hands clenched into fists, he then looked into Emalia's eyes. "Go! Please go! I don't want to hurt you or anyone else... I need to get out of Whiterun immediately. I'll be back very late."

Vilkas stood up and started to run to the entrance of Whiterun.

Emalia nodded slowly and walked back into Jorrvaskr. She wandered around the sleeping quarters for a while, Emalia was about to turn to her room, but stopped and continued down the hall. She pushed open one door and sighed in relief, she could just imagine what Vilkas would say: "Going through my room again?" Emalia smiled and sat down at the foot of his empty bed. She grabbed a fistful of the blanket and held it close. She inhaled his scent, the smell of metal and sweat. Emalia wrapped the blanket around her and curled up on the bed. She was tired and worried about Vilkas, but she soon drifted off.

She woke up to someone gently shaking her. "Emalia, wake up." Someone whispered.

Emalia moaned and covered her head with the blanket. "Go away..."

There was a tired sigh. "This is my room."

She half opened her eyes to see Vilkas kneeling by the bed, "Oh... Hi..."

He smiled. "Hi, now do I have to carry you back to your room?"

Emalia nodded, Vilkas sighed and slid his arms under her. He picked her up and held her close to his chest and turned to the door, Emalia exhaled contently and shifted closer to him. There was the creak of a door opening and Emalia was eased back onto her own bed. "Okay, now you're back into your own bed and I can sleep... Most likely without that blanket."

Emalia nodded. "I like it... It smells like you."

Vilkas chuckled softly. "Ah, fine... Well I'm incredibly tired, so I will see you in the morning."

He held her fingers and kissed them. Emalia brought her fingers to her lips and smiled. "Good night, Vilkas."

Yeahhhh... I tried! Please give me feedback! Okay, I don't want to spoil anything for the next chapter, because it's gonna be really epic XD Keep an eye out for the next chapter! And one last thing, Ria is never going to say she killed a bear yesterday... Ever. She's just one of those annoying friends who bug you whenever you're hanging around the guy you like, not a bear murderer. 'kay, I'm done ranting! Stay tuned for the next chapter!