Part 2: Moonlight

Chapter 11: Not that Kind of Girl

A/N: So, I know I said that I wasn't going to post a new chapter until next week, but I really couldn't help myself! Besides, it's my birthday week and I'll do as much work as I want! So there! HA! Actually, it's because I don't want people to get bored and leave this story, so I truly hope that you guys who read this are liking it! Thank you!

Review if you want more (and clearly faster!) updates!

Now for the shout outs!

MissFabulous09 - Thank you so very much, my dear! You are so incredibly fabulous, and I'm glad that you love their chemistry so much because this is the chapter where I tearing to shreds. Sorry. But, enjoy anyways! Thanks so much for reviewing!

DeLyse - Oh my! Thank you so very much! So nice of you to say that! I have begun so many stories in that way, but the problem is that I find them just so painfully slow to both read and write. Since it's much more interesting to just jump into the story, I had to find a different way to talk about Helgen and the beginning of the game. I'm so glad you liked it! Thank you, again, so much for reviewing! Hope you continue to enjoy the rest of these chapters!

DarkestCloud - First of all, thank you very much! So glad to hear that my story isn't Twilight (talk about unrealistic!) And I know I kinda dropped the ball on Skjor's character, but he's actually really tough to write considering he's only there for a little bit. And I, unfortunately, kinda tried to power through that chapter so as not to make it too painfully long and sucky. But I see your point, and I'll try harder in the future to make characters like they really are (Aela, though, is going to be tough, I'll tell you that right now!) Anyways, thank you again so very very much for your wonderful review and I hope you enjoy this chapter just as much!

mia - Indeed, the lack of physical contact will lead to some fireworks (and some rough water, perhaps). This chapter shows just how much Veri can take, and I hope you find it interesting! Enjoy! Thank you so very much for your kind words!

Niwen - Yes and no. I'm going to write the Companions quest line, but I really hate just restating what happens in the game, so I'm going to skip over some dungeon-crawling and skip right to the action on several occasions and, well, I enjoy changing a few things here and there...But still! Enjoy! Thank you so very much for reviewing!

"Behind you!" Aela cried. Veri twirled around and ducked just in time to avoid getting her head cut off by a man they called "the Skinner." She sliced at his leg, but he stepped back to avoid it. As one of the Silver Hand went to attack her from behind, she caught his hand and threw him over her shoulder into the leader, buying herself time. As she bent down to pick up an axe, a sharp pain exploded in her side. She screamed. Her head snapped up to the archer. Gritting her teeth and willing herself to ignore the agony in her side, she threw the axe. It spiraled through the air until it made contact with the archer's head. He fell the the ground.

"Are you okay?" Aela called as she sliced open the throat of a woman.

"I'll let you know," Veri replied and again blocked the axe of the Skinner. Holding back the axe with her sword, Veri tossed a dagger into the man's gut. He howled in pain and broke the hold they had, tearing Vilkas' sword from her hands as he did.

"Of course," Veri muttered. Ripping the arrow from her side, Veri pushed of the wall, using the force to tackle the large man to the ground. He was stunned for a moment, and Veri took that moment to stab the bloodied arrow through the man's eye socket. He flailed about and hollered as she did so, but she did not stop. When she knew she couldn't push it through anymore, Veri allowed her mouth to become a hideous sight of razor sharp fangs, and she ripped his throat out. Almost immediately, he stopped moving.

Veri helped herself to her feet and spit out some of the blood in her mouth. The rest were dead now. As Veri wiped her chin, she spotted Aela. Her initial thought was that her friend had been wounded. She was slumped over and shivering. But then she realized she was leaning over something.

"Aela?" as she got closer, she gasped. "Oh...oh, no," she covered her gaping mouth with her hand.

In front of her, Skjor was lying bloodied and beaten. His skin had been partially removed, but they at least had the decency to leave his armor on.

"Dammit!" Aela howled, "Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!"

"Aela..." there was nothing Veri could say to make things better.

As Aela wiped away tears, Veri suddenly pictured this happening to Vilkas. The very thought sickened her. She couldn't imagine how Aela felt. Whether she was involved with Skjor or not, he certainly was her friend.

"Go back to Jorvaskr," Aela ordered, "tell the others. Skjor has fallen to the Silver Hand."

A Journal Entry

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3 Rain's Hand

Now I know my life is messed up. I can't even begin to believe what just happened today. I was riding far put into the hot springs of Eastmarch when I look up to see what appears to be a soldier standing at the top of the hill and watching me. Although this should have been a sign for me to run, I didn't. Instead, I went up to the top of the hill to give this pervert a piece of my mind.

And now, to my complete shock, I find that not only do I know this young soldier, but it's Ulfric! I hardly recognized him at first. His hair had grown longer and darker, his face was no longer shaven and smooth, but a small beard had formed, and he was covered in scars. His eyes were older. I couldn't explain it, but he just looked older. Tired. Hungry.

"By the gods! You're alive!" I exclaimed. I couldn't believe it. I just couldn't believe it!

"Had you given up hope on me?" he asked.

"In all honesty, yes. I assumed you were dead," I replied, "You've change."

"You haven't. Not a single day. Not a single moment since I last saw you."

"When did you...get out?"

"After the so called treaty was signed. And escaped is a better term to use."

"Oh, my. I can't even imagine..." I couldn't finish my thought. When we returned back, it was clear that Ulfric and his father were very much alike. They talked about how shameful the treaty was and how they could never outlaw the worship of Talos. I was suddenly very uncomfortable.

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Veri was sobbing into her pillow when Vilkas came to see her. At dawn, she had stumbled into Jorvasker, her clothing covered in blood, a wound at her side that hadn't healed fully due to some sort of poison, and her entire body soaking wet from the rain. She simply looked at the few people who were awake and said, "Skjor has fallen to the Silver Hand." Then, she dashed to her room and began to sob into a pillow so as not to wake anyone up.

Vilkas was one of the few who was awake at that time. He knew that he couldn't leave her like that, so he went to look for her and found her in this miserable state. She hadn't changed out of her wet armor and didn't seem to care. Vilkas sat down on the edge of her bed ran a hand through her slicked back hair.

"Come, love. You'll wake everyone up," he said. He grabbed a dress of hers that was folded up under her bed and led her into his room. She sat in a chair by a small table and looked around his room. There were books and strange ingredients everywhere. Behind a screen was his bed. It looked like it had been touched which meant that he had been waiting for her.

Vilkas knelt down next to her and helped her take of her gloves and boots. Then he took a linen and a potion. He soaked the linen in the potion. "This may hurt," he raised the lined to her wound that was now black and purple in color. She cringed as the healing potion stung the infection. But the pain went away. When he removed the linen, the wound was a faint pink. "See? Not so bad," he smiled, "Now stand up."

After unlacing the back of her armor, he handed her the dress and gestured for her to go behind the screen. She changed into the dress. It was a deep maroon in color with gold trim. The sleeves were long and the skirt fell to the floor. The wide neck scooped above her breast and hugged her shoulders. It wasn't really a dress for nighttime.

Stepping out from behind the screen, she saw him leaning against the door.

Seeing her, his eyes widen, "You look...fantastic."

"Thanks," she said, but her mind was someplace else. Vilkas stepped toward her and watched her wipe a tear. "It's all my fault."

"No, it's not. You've done nothing wrong, my sweet," Vilkas said. They both sat down oh the bed.

"It's too late to fix it. Skjor's dead."

"I know. He was a good warrior. He fought hard. And he finally met his match. It has nothing to do with you."

"Had it not been for me, the Silver Hand would never have existed."

"Don't say that. You were not the founder of the organization."

"But I helped him. I saved his life. I trained countless members and worked to fund the project. Now, Skjor is dead."

"I'm sorry. But you are a good person. Always remember that."

"Kiss me."

"Why?"

"Do you love me?"

"Of course."

"Then kiss me!"

"I...I just don't think we should do that right now."

"Because I'm a vampire?"

"What? No. Of course not-"

"Then it's because you don't like me."

"Veri, come on, now. You know I love you."

"I know you won't kiss me. I know you won't touch me."

"Yes, but it's not because I don't like you. I love you, my star. I just...don't want to kiss anyone right now."

She looked at him for the longest moment. Then, suddenly, she pushed him down onto the bed and straddled him, holding his arms down. She was incredibly strong.

"Now, tell me you don't want me," she said.

"Veri, my dearest, please-"

"Let's just say I wasn't a vampire right now. What would you do then?"

He knew exactly what he would do. "I don't know, my love."

"Well then, lover, let's just pretend. Don't you trust me?"

"Of course."

"Then kiss me."

"And if you bite me?"

"I won't."

"How do you know?"

"I'm not that kind of girl," then she leaned into him and pressed her lips against his. His entire body tensed up, but then he relaxed as he forgot that she was a vampire. He knew what he wanted. His hands slid up her thighs to her waist. He wanted to rip off that maroon dress and feel her flesh against his. He wanted to kiss ever inch of her body. He wanted her, heart and soul.

But instead, he rolled her right off of him, rather forcefully at that. She landed with a thud on the ground, but, at the very least, in a sitting position. Her jaw dropped with surprise and her hands fell into her lap. She just sat there for a moment, shocked and confused, but mostly angry. When she turned to look up at him, his face was bright red and his eyes were bulging out of his skull.

"Oh..." was all he could croak out. She raised her hand and slapped him across the face. He recoiled and his hand shot up to his cheek. "Yeah...I probably deserved that," he groaned.

"I can't believe you!" she growled and picked herself up.

"Veri!"

She turned to head for the door.

"Veri, I'm sorry."

"You should be."

"Veri."

"Bye!" she slammed his door and stormed off.

The next night, nothing had changed. Vilkas felt awful. She was a vampire, but (judging by the force of her slap) he was able to hurt her in a way he never wanted to.

"Veri, if we could just talk about this," he said at dinner.

"Fine. Start talking," was her cold reply.

"I'm truly, truly sorry. But you tried to kiss me."

"You threw me on the ground!"

"Can we call it even?"

"You threw me on the ground!"

"You slapped me."

"Yeah, I did."

"You left a mark."

"Good."

"Star of my life?"

She sighed. When he called her that, she couldn't help but love him. Even though she didn't want to. She turned to him, "You're right. I shouldn't have kissed you. And I'm sorry for that. But maybe we should, I don't know, put this relationship on hold until we find a cure? Then, maybe, we can try again."

"Oh, love, please, don't do that to me."

"Vilkas, you can't give me a hug without cringing. Let's just get back to our lives as friends, alright?"

He opened his mouth to say something, but apparently changed his mind. He gave a sorrowful sigh, "If that would make you happy."

"Thank you, Vilkas."

He nodded and walked away. She would not allow him to see the tears she shed for him.