Sorry for being gone. I started watching Being Human, it's filling the void where Doctor Who used to be. :*( Anyways, enjoy!
"I can't believe he just passed out like that," Baldur said, looking over at the sleeping Othin.
"Do you think that can happen to me?" Thonnir asked quietly.
"I've no idea. If it does, I'd rather not see it happen. You're fine the way you are."
"Well, thanks I guess..."
It had been three days since Othin had changed, and he was sleeping away. Baldur got to his feet and looked over at Thonnir.
"Coming?" he asked.
"Where?"
Baldur gave him a smile with lots of fang in it. "Hunting of course. We can't starve for him, and when he wakes he's going to need blood."
Thonnir looked over at Othin." Is it safe to leave him alone? I mean he's still sleeping..."
"Of course it is. Now come on!" In a flash he was gone. Thonnir gave the sleeping Othin one more glance then followed Thonnir.
It took two farmers to fill his hunger, but Thonnir was finally full. Baldur went for some higher blood and took out two Whiterun soldiers.
"Now that we're full, we should get some for Othin. Or someone," Baldur said with an evil smile.
Two more farmers were walking down the road, probably to sell wares at the market.
"We need to separate them. I don't want to kill them either, we need the blood fresh and alive." Baldur threw some Guard's Armor at Thonnir. In a flash he was in it, with his armor on the ground. Baldur picked it up and nodded to the farmers. Thonnir approached the farmers slowly, the encounter with the Dawnguard still fresh in his mind.
"Evening gentlemen," Thonnir said.
"Evening," the farmers replied.
"What are you doing so late at night?" he asked.
"Just heading to the market to sell some stuff we don't need anymore. We wanted to get there before dawn," one farmer replied.
Thonnir decided that the farmer that kept quiet would live. More likely to keep, well, quiet.
"Well, I need to see a merchant permit approved by the Empire I'm afraid," Thonnir said.
"Oh, we don't have one..." the farmer replied.
"Oh, that's fine. You can buy one right here and now, I have some with me," Thonnir said.
"That's great! How much?" the farmer asked.
"It might take a while, so your friend should continue to Whiterun so that way you can reserve your stall," Thonnir said.
"That's a good idea. Jothin, keep going. We do need that stall."
The quiet farmer, who was Jothin, Thonnir guessed, nodded and kept walking. The other farmer turned to Thonnir.
"My name's Bjorn by the way. I assume your going to need that for the paperwork."
"Not quiet," Thonnir said, growing his fangs.
With Bjorn tied up and gagged, Thonnir changed back into his armor and returned the cave with Baldur. The put Bjorn into the side cave and returned to Othin. It seemed they arrived just in time, because Othin was beginning to stir from his hibernation. Finally he opened his eyes and smiled.
"Why hello Thonnir. How long was I out?" Othin asked.
"Three days sleepyhead," Thonnir said smiling.
"Well that's great. But there's a yawning pit in my stomach that wants something warm and red. What is it? Oh yeah. Blood," he pleaded.
Baldur smiled and retrieved Bjorn from the side cave. Bjorn started screaming through his gag when he saw Othin grow his fangs. Othin sank his fangs into Bjorn's neck. Bjorn started screaming even louder until his slipped from consciousness. Othin pulled his fangs out and looked at Bjorn sadly. Thonnir could still hear a faint heartbeat.
"You didn't kill him," Thonnir stated.
Othin looked at him sadly. "It just didn't seem right."
"BJORN!" Jothin yelled from the front of the cave. Baldur and Thonnir whipped around. Jothin ran to Bjorn and grabbed his almost lifeless body, crying.
"What did you do him?"
Othin stepped up. "I drank most of his blood. He will die."
"Why? Why would you do that?" Jothin cried.
"Unimportant right now. You can save him though."
"How? Name it."
"We can turn him. We're vampires."
"So I have to choose between unlife and death for my love?" Jothin sobbed.
"Oh my god, you're married..." Thonnir gasped.
Jothin looked at the almost dead Bjorn for a while. "I choose... Unlife."
Othin nodded at Thonnir. Thonnir stepped back. "Why me?"
"You took him against his will. You must repay him for that with our gift. Hurry, he only has about a minute left."
Thonnir slit his wrist and held it to Jothin's mouth. A moan escaped his mouth, and he rolled over. The pain left his face and sleep fell in it's place.
"Only a couple hours now," Othin said quietly.
