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Fiiiiiiiiiiiinally I got back to this story! I am so sorry for how long it has been, as I now worked and fixed this story and woof what a tearjerker this has been. And I also noticed that the story is almost at the end, which is good because this I would gladly have as my first completed fanfic.
12.4.2020 previous chapters have gone through small changes and grammar checking.
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Carefully Gyvas kept looking around for long time, until finally she noticed something.
The pillar that Aaro was bound against, had three chains. Yet only two of them hold his arms with shackles, as the third one disappeared behind the Nord man. Focusing onto that, the child crouched, looking at the floor and at the pillar behind the man's legs.
The third chain didn't show up there. And there was no more iron covering him except his wrists.
Standing up the little girl looked at Aaro, who had fallen asleep again.
How long had he been here? That position must not be comfortable at all and Gyvas looked at the man's hands. Seeing their worrisome color...
"Ex- Excuse me, Aaro?"
He let out a grunt.
"Where does the third chain behind you go?"
"What third chain?" he rose his face and tried to see what the girl was talking about.
"That third chain that disappears behind you. Do you know?"
"Hrmp, no, no I don't", he moved around, the chain's making noises. "But it stops behind my back."
"What do you think it is?"
"How the Oblivion would I know", he snarled. "Just some chain, maybe a shackle for putting around my throat or something."
The girl pondered, hesitating and being scared.
But she couldn't keep on being scared and do nothing. She needed to do something.
"Aaro?"
The Nord man sighed, irritated: "What?"
"...I want to see behind your back."
There was a long silence, before the man stated: "I will bite you, if you come closer. I will eat you."
The way the man said it, chilled Gyvas to the core. Aaro wasn't warning her or hesitating with himself. He said it like he knew he would do that.
"B- But don't you want us to get out?" the child asked, confused by the man who emotionally snapped from one end to another without any warnings.
"I get out, and I will keep on killing innocent ones", he whispered in grave voice. "I'm no longer a man. I'm just Mutt."
"Aaro, you can't give up!" the child suddenly barked. The Nord lift his face, startled by the little girl. "You don't have to be a monster, if you don't want to."
Smile of pity crept onto Aaro's lips.
"I'm a werecreature. I am a monster."
"No you're not", Gyvas kept insisting.
"And why do you think that?"
"Because some of my friends are werecreatures. My uncle is one too", the child revealed, forgetting her promise to Aela at the moment, continuing: "And none of them is a monster!"
Not even uncle, even if he had been horrible to dad and mom. Gyvas was still mad about that... But...
But if Aela said... And father had kept on reaching for his brother... And how uncle treated Gyvas...
Then uncle couldn't be an evil person, not a monster.
Just like that thief has said, there isn't complete right or wrong, the life isn't fair. And Gyvas wanted to know uncle's side of things, how he felt about her parents and about her. Gyvas wanted them to be a family!
"Despite your size you are a loud one!"
The girl spun around, seeing the High Elf vampire with some other of his kin with him.
"Must be because of the Nord blood... You imps do love to shout for no reason."
Remembering the weird trick he had used on her before, shaking Gyvas closed her eyes tight, not moving.
"Oh? Not looking at your host? How rude", Lord Vingalmo scolded, walking to the stone table at the middle of the room.
The girl slightly opened her eyes, then opened them completely as she saw the vampire lifting her crossbow from the table. The mer looked at the loaded weapon with thoughtfulness, then chuckled, discarding the weapon.
It clattered against the stone floor, towards the cell where Gyvas and Aaro were.
Lord Vingalmo looked at the child.
"Did your mother ever tell of the Volkihar Clan?"
Without waiting for an answer, the Altmer kept on: "We had almost everything: a nice castle at a beach, true superiority with immortality, a dear leader... All gone because of the Dawnguard."
The mer sighed, dreaming.
"I was so close becoming the vampire lord... Oh what changes I would have done to this awful, primitive country and to its people."
Gyvas kept being silent, shaking and sensing this was going into a bad direction...
Especially when the vampire looked at her with such coldness, smile slowly forming onto his face.
"And it all is gone because of your mother. Because of her, I am the last of the true vampires, heir of the Lord Harkon's blood."
Gyvas whimpered as the mer started approaching, the girl taking a step back but then forward as Mutt growled behind her.
"I think it would be a fitting punishment, if her daughter would be turned into the creature that her and the Dawnguard strive to wipe out."
"No!" the girl shrieked, trapped and watched in horror as the other vampire opened the gate in front of her, while the High Elf came for her.
"Let the girl be", Aaro growled, panting. "That's too much, vampire."
"Oh, the dog barks at the hand that feeds it?" the Altmer chuckled, going to grab the girl as the gate lifted.
Gyvas started screaming, trying to hit but the vampire wrenched and threw the child, letting her fall down the stairs, rolling onto the floor.
She cried, curled up into a shaking ball as the vampires silently laughed.
"Mortals..."
"Enough!" the werebear Nord shouted, his skin moving as the transformation started to take a hold.
A thundering howl suddenly carried from one of the hallways leading to the room. The vampires jumped, turning to stare.
"What was that?" Lord Vingalmo demanded, telling his servant to go and see.
But before the vampire servant even got into the tunnel, a large werewolf jumped in to tear the screaming one apart.
The werewolf was grey and black, with long pointy ears.
Its eyes, red as blood, turned next onto Lord Vingalmo who started retreating into another hallway.
The Altmer then immediately went running as a mist, as the roaring beast came after him.
On the floor Gyvas was huffing and panting, panicking.
"Gyvas!"
She flinched.
"Gyvas you need to move!" Aaro screamed, the Nord's bones chancing, fur growing and his humanity quickly stooping.
"N- NOW! I can't- Hungry, so hunGRY!"
The man transformed into a werebear, growling and roaring, fighting against its chains. Like it always did. But this time, the metal had no more strength to keep hold on the beast.
At the meantime Gyvas' gaze sharpened onto her crossbow on the floor, near to her. The child was still terrified by everything, but her attention sharpened onto the weapon. She started crawling towards it, hearing the werebear fighting against shackles in his open cell. Trembling hand the child grasped onto the crossbow, pulling it against her chest, as she sat up.
The weapon was loaded, with one bolt.
The werebear got free, snapping its chains and stormed out of its cell into the room.
It halted to look at staring girl.
"A-Aaro?" Gyvas whimpered, trembling with the weapon in her unsteady hands. She didn't want to-
"Aaro?" she repeated, watching the gasping beast in front as it stared at her.
But the beast no more saw the little child, Gyvas, but just an easy prey.
And as the werebear took the first step to lunge, petrified Gyvas saw in her mind everyone's faces. Saying goodbye to everyone in Whiterun and at in Jorrvaskr.
Asking for forgiveness from uncle, for being angry at him.
And saying to her parents that she loved them.
Sometime before...
Dawnguard and all the three Companions circled one vampire, that Athis had caught alive. Telling the rest that two of these had been snooping around Gyvas' home.
Vilkas stepped forward, crouching in front of the badly hurt blood sucker. He glared hard at the woman.
"...What, imp?" she spat, and was struck by the Harbinger.
"Where is the girl and your master?"
"I won't-"
She was hit again.
"I would tell him if I was you", Serana advised, standing with the others. "It was his niece that you took. He's a bit cranky about it."
The beaten vampire woman smirked, opening her mouth.
But a Nord, blond haired, man stepped forward: "As the leader of the Dawnguard, I will promise you quick death, if you tell us what we need to know to find your master and the girl you took."
"I won't tell youGYAAAH!"
"Well", Serana said, leaning to whisper to Aela: "Vilkas might want to hold back a bit, if wanting answers."
"I guess", the Huntress wondered, stepping lazily to tap the Nord. Vilkas glanced at her from the wiggling vampire.
"Vilkas, we need to keep her alive for now. So let Agmaer and his hunters question her."
"We are wasting time", he growled, getting up and letting others have their turn on the hurting vampire.
"I know",Aela nodded.
But they both know they couldn't just go following the vampires scent to their nest and attack without a plan and some information. Otherwise they could risk Gyvas' safety. But they also couldn't keep on waiting!
Vilkas was trembling constantly, trying to keep himself in control and not let his beast dominate him. Both sides of him wanted to safe the pup.
And they would, they had to.
They would find her and take her back home.
...If she will be de-
With shaky breath Vilkas rubbed his teary eyes, ignoring the screaming vampire and tried to pray for all the gods.
The good and the bad, that someone, anyone of them, will keep Gyvas safe until he would get to her.
He would give his soul, life, anything he had, so the girl could return Jorrvaskr unharmed.
"We know where to go", the leader of the Dawnguard informed.
It was Shriekwind Bastion, where the vampire den was. Close to Falkreath city, close to Drust's and Farkas' home.
It was an big, ancient Nordic tomb. Very large place...
But with the information they got from the now dead vampire, they were ready to attack and trap all the remaining vampires and their minions there.
And to rescue Gyvas.
Every escape route was blocked by Dawnguard, Serana creating couple of Frost Atronachs to help. Aela, Vilkas and Athis were to be the force pummeling through the enemy groups and sent them into disarray. Make them trying to escape, but just get screwed by the Dawnguard's attack. Between the werewolves and the hunters.
Though Vilkas only wanted first to find Gyvas. The pup was in there, that was sure and she could be hurt.
"Ready?" Agmaer asked next to the werewolf, Vilkas nodding. The leader of the Dawnguard turned to wave his torch, signaling others, and soon around the tomb torches were waved, signaling that the attack was on.
Each werewolf at their entrance rushed into the tomb, attacking and chasing any undead or otherwise on the vampires' side. As Aela enjoyed the hunt, ripping through her enemies, and Athis run around sending enemies scattering, Vilkas was searching.
The Nord killed anyone coming in front of him, trying to smell and listen for any hints of Gyvas. The interrogated vampire had said, that the child was at the lowest level. So down the grey haired beast went, searching.
And heard it: ""Gyvas you need to move!"
He jumped the last level down to the bottom of the tomb, furiously scenting the air and listening.
"N- NOW! I can't- Hungry, so hunGRY!"
THERE!
Vilkas arrived just in time, colliding with the strange, charging werebear immediately when seeing it. The two werecreatures tangled into a vicious fight, ripping and biting into each other. Getting hold of throat, Vilkas ended the other's life quickly.
The Nord panted, slightly wounded and crouched over the other werecreature.
Then looking around saw finally the girl.
And she seemed mostly unharmed, physically, though trembling all over and crying while looking at him.
The werewolf huffed, feeling pure relief.
Gyvas was alive. His pup was alive.
Thank the gods...
Forgetting everything for a second, Vilkas took a step forward. And too late noticed the crossbow which Gyvas fired, the Nord feeling bolt piercing him.
