AN:

So like I said, here we go, Chapter 3.

Since I make good process I probably will publish the next chapters on Friday. I hope you enjoyed the story until now.

If you have Ideas what Aurora may face trough her journey, just comment and I will think of it.

And of course reviews are always welcome.

Thanks for the Alert.

Have fun.

Chapter 3:

Aurora slowly opened her eyes, she felt thirsty, endless thirst. The pain that emanated from her chest almost faded into the background. She was back in the altar chamber of Molag Bal. The Vigilant of Stendar examined the altar. He seemed like he hadn't noticed her absence at all. To her surprise, she stood on the spot where she had faded from Nirn. She looked down at herself, she was completely naked and covered in blood. The hole gaped in her chest, was there as she remembered, accompanied by countless scratches and cuts that covered her body.

Thirst.

Thirst was the only thing she could think of, but her mind told her that she should take care of the hole in her chest. It was a miracle she was still alive. She took a step further into the room and suddenly was overflowed the pleasant feeling of warmth, it radiated from the body of the Vigilant. She took a step in his direction. She could hear his heartbeat, felt the blood flowing under his skin. It sounded tempting.

Thirst.

No, blood.

Blood.

She gave in to the instinct and jumped in front of the Vigilant. He was completely unprepared, before he knew what was happening, Aurora had dug her fangs into his neck and drank his blood in greedy gulps. With each sip she felt the pain lessen. She felt better and stronger. After she drained him, she let his dead body drop to the ground and looked at him. Her mind was clear.

Her clear mind remembered what had happened. Pain shot through her at the memory. When it ceased, she was surprised that she was as painless as never before. Aurora looked down on herself and found all cuts and scratches gone and the hole in her chest was only a surface wound that healed completely while watching. After about ten seconds, she looked at the spot where Molag Bal had hurt her and saw only red, tender skin.

She ran her tongue over her lips and felt that still was blood on them. It tasted just as it should. Neither good nor bad. Right. Your tongue collided with one of her fangs and she winced. That was what he had made her to, a vampire? Why would he do that?

Aurora had the feeling that the mere proximity to the altar clouded her thoughts. She had to get out of here. She carefully pulled the Vigilante's robes off and slipped into the much too big clothes. She had to get out of here. When she came to the exit of the chamber, a kind of cage emerged from the ground and locked her. A moment later she was listening to the obnoxious voice of Molag Bal, Aurora was happy to have the robe she was wearing now.

"You survived, gratifying," he said and paused. Aurora crouched on the floor and tried to be as small as possible.

"What more do you want?" She asked, sobbing and trembling with fear.

"Nothing, I wanted to see if you would accept my gift. You are now a pureblood vampire, a lord among your kind. The curse of Hircine that had imposed on you is wiped out. Stay alive you have potential ".

The cage disappeared and Aurora began to run, she ran as fast as she could and felt the world blur around her. When she came into the streets of Markarth, she found that it was already day, something was wrong with the time in that cursed house, she was convinced it would still be night. Afraid Aurora looked up, a cloud covered the sun. She did not know much about vampires, but the sun was not good, about that she was sure.

Now slowly, to not attract attention, she made her way to the tavern. Without warning, a gust of wind swept the cloud over the sky and the sun beamed directly down onto the city. Startled Aurora lifted a hand to protect herself, just to notice she felt a slight pain and not inflamed herself. She moved the last few meters to the tavern and walked inside, head bowed. Without to greet bartender, she made way into her room and searched her belongings that were still there for new clothes and a coat with a hood, so she could protect herself of the sun. From her backpack a disgusting stench went into the air, which made her fangs grow slightly. She felt her instinct telling her that she should attack. Finally, she had found her spare clothes and dressed. Her backpack stank so much that she decided to leave it and break up immediately, to go as far away as possible of this house, of Molags altar.

Without a look back, she left Markarth undetected and went on her way, although shen't not know where. Back to Whithrun was no option, the companions would hunt her down for what she was now, she also didn't wanted to drag her family to the danger of hosting her.

She was gone half an hour when she came to a bridge, she felt the immense need to wash and get rid of Molag Bals smell that still clung to her.

On one of the riverbanks she could see a cave. She quickly jumped off the road and ran with her new vampire speed to the cave.