I opened my eyes, pain shooting through my head, causing me to close them quickly once again. I tried again, realizing I was in a carriage, with three other guys, my hands bound and in rags. I looked around, finding snow everywhere. Skyrim!

"You're up." The blonde in front of me stated. "You took a nasty knock to the head."

"Where am I?" I asked him. "What happened?"

"You got caught up in the Imperial ambush, the same as this fella." He said, motioning with his head to the man next to him.

"I wouldn't have been caught if you Stormcloaks hadn't started the war." He grumbled, more to himself then to us.

"Watch your tongue! Do you know who you're talking to? That's Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak, the TRUE HighKing of Skyrim." The blonde growled. Then looked at me again. "I'm Rolaf."

"I'm Vincent."

"Be quiet back there!" The driver snarled.

FLASHBACK

I was close, I could feel it, and excitement coursed through my veins. Midnight felt my excitement and was getting edgy. He's never been here before.

Then there was a swooshing sound, the sound of an arrow gliding through the air, a dull "thock" and a whine followed by a thump. I looked down, horrified, at a wounded Midnight. Then a battle erupted around me, shouts of fury rang through the air. I had to get away! It wasn't my fight. But Midnight…I couldn't carry him, and he panted one last breath before his side stopped completely. Anguish flooded my veins, tearing at my heart.

I didn't feel the pain of someone smashing the hilt of a sword on the back of my head…

FLASHBACK END

Tears flooded my eyes as I looked away from Rolaf, I blinked them out of my eyes. I ignored the bickering of the carriage, something isn't right, where are we going? Why did they take me? I wasn't part of what ever's going on. We entered a fort that Rolaf called Helegen, and we exited the carriage. They called out names, the thief tried to run and was shot down by archers. Then the list-holder looked at me. I stepped forward, not knowing what to do.

"Who, are you?" He asked me, looking down at the list.

"Vincent GoldenHilt." I said in a monotone.

The man looked at the woman next to him, "Captain, what are we going to do? He's not on the list."

"Forget the list, this ones going to the block." She growled before turning away.

"I'm sorry. But at least you'll die here, in your homeland, kinsman." He said with a soft smile. I walked forward to where everyone else in chains were.

I watched a guy get his head chopped off. Then it was my turn. But before I could take a step forward, there was a loud roar in the distance.

"I said next prisoner!" The commander snapped. I walked forward, laying down on the chopping block. I looked up at the tower, seeing something black behind it. The executioner raised his axe. Then an enormous black dragon landed on the tower, the ground rumbled, causing the executioner to fall over, saving my head.

I locked eyes with the black dragon's blood red ones. Whatever the winged man was breaking inside me broke, and whatever he was building to fully click in place.

I rolled off the block, as blood skies rained down fire. I slid in the fort with the "Stormcloaks."

They talked for a minute before one said, "Let's head up the tower!" I ran ahead of them, when the dragon rammed it's large head through the stone. I fell back, avoiding the crumbling stonewall, the large piles of ruble blocked the way up. I looked down, seeing the house below. I back up and jumped out. But I never landed. Back talons curled around my torso, catching me and taking me to the sky.

The dragon had finished tormenting the fort before he flew off…with me still in his claws.

I don't know how much time passed, but I think I passed out, when I opened my eyes it was dark out. Then I was falling, that's what woke me all the way up, the air whistling past my form. My heart accelerated, for I couldn't see the ground, how high up I was. Then I landed on something soft. I looked up and saw two glowing red orbs falling towards me.

I braced to be crushed by the massive dragon, but instead, a body fell on mine, bigger and cold.

"You came." The deep voice rumbled, pressing his body more forcefully to mine. My breath hitched in my throat, he was the winged man from my dreams! He wasn't just a dream!

Lips met mine, a low possessive growl rumbling through his chest. He forced my still bound arms over my head, a dagger in his hand once more.

As he worked over ridding the rags I was somehow placed in, my eyes adjusted enough to see that we were in a room, a massive room. I was on a huge pile of soft furs.

My mind shut down as he bit on my neck and caused a pleasure ten times better than in the dreams. That was like I was numb feeling those sensations, but now my body was on fire, every touch causing an electric shock to run through my body. I closed my eyes and allowed him to take full control of my body, finding myself helping him cause pleasure, raising my hips to his, then rocking against him.

TIMESKIP

I opened my eyes to utter darkness. Panic kick-started my heart and I tried to get up, but two constricting somethings kept me in place. I struggled until a growl erupted from behind me, causing me to stop.

"Where do you think you're going?" A voice followed the growl questioned.

The panic flared even higher than before. Who was he? My heart pounded in my ears. Loud enough I'm sure he heard it.

Lips brushed against my throat as I slowly started to remember what happened yesterday. I was about to be executed, then a dragon attacked, after snatching me up in it's claws, then flew away. Me being dropped down, then landing on a pile of furs, the man…

My heart slowed and I laid back down in his arms, hearing shuffling of movement. Then another layer of darkness covered my eyes. His wings. A face pressed against my neck, he was nuzzling me! I let the gesture sooth me even more, relaxing back against him, closing my eyes…

Diff. P.O.V.

He came. That alone surprised me. I thought he would've rejected me, but, this is good. He doesn't respond to Dovakiin, he doesn't know. That makes it easier yet harder. He won't be under the assumption that all dragons had to die, or that he had to kill them to fulfill his destiny, or to kill ME to fulfill it. But then he would have to learn our language, and the shouts. I will unleash the dova inside him. He will be the first Dragon Priest in a millennia. He will be one of the most powerful foes Tamerial has ever seen in ages. And, most of all, he will be MINE.

His body was so warm against mine. I tightened my wing around him, molding it to his form, pulling closer still to me.

I stroked his soft hair, nearly purring out loud. I don't know how I could have feelings toward him, much less a human, or even that I had feelings at all, but I wasn't about to let him go, not now.

Yes, i killed off midnight, not really proud about that…he was a last minute decision then i realized too late that i didn't know what i was gonna do wit him. ANYWAY Ima gonna try to make my updates AT LEAST 1,000 words long. I have a cool little word count now XD i hope u all like ma stories, and plz review :P