A/N:
It's Mondy, so you get the next Cahpter. Thank you for the reviews and the many views, you are abolutly awsome.
This week and the next, ther will be just tree chapters per week intead of six. Assasins Creed Unity and Dragon Age Inquisition will take a lot of time, so I hope you can forgive me. In December ther will come six a week again.
Now hope you have fun with this Chapter.
Chapter 8:
"Did you see that?" Aurora asked incredulously, looking at the now quiet wall.
"What do you mean?" Onmund replied.
He hadn't seen and heard anything. Did she imagine the whole thing?
"Nothing, forget I asked," she said quickly to not raise suspicion, but Onmund seemed to be very absorbed by his staff, so he didn't seem to be suspicious anyway.
"Let's go, I want to get out this scary cave," she ended.
"I thought vampires would feel comfortable in such places," he quipped.
"As you've probably noticed, I'm not a normal vampire," she answered him, perhaps a little too bitter, but she had meant what she had said before. She didn't know what this wall was and didn't want to risk another encounter with a deadric prince.
"All right, let's go," he replied, and made his way back to the spiral staircase.
When they were back at the intersection, where they had left the road between Falkreath and Helgen, they stopped and Aurora looked up in to Onmunds face.
"From here on, we will part our ways, I will go further towards Helgen and you will disappear in the other direction," she said curtly and turned to leave.
A sudden touch on her shoulder made her turn around and a moment later she had a hand around the North mage's throat.
"Woh, slow down. I'm sorry. I did not mean to offend you, "he said carefully.
He was lucky that she hadn't exerted any pressure to his neck, she thought, and let go of him. She suddenly realized that he was the first man who had touched her, out of combat, since her experience with Molag Bal. A painful memory flashed through her mind.
Clawson her skin.
"Sorry," she said and looked down to hide her emotions in front of him, "What do you want?".
"I wanted to thank you. Without your help I wouldn't have managed to salvage the staff ".
Aurora nodded at him and turned to walk up the hill towards Helgen. She half expected Onmund to say something more, but then she felt how his heartbeat distanced itself faster and faster away from her.
In the evening, Aurora paused, she was exhausted from her traveling in the daylight. She had put half the distance to Helgen behind her and wanted to leave Skyrim before the end of the next day. She was hopeful to reach Helgen this night.
She sat down under a large pine tree and leaned her back against the trunk. Now she had the time to look at the book she had found.
The cover was plain and chamfered in leather. A narrow gold stripe edged the book cover. Carefully she opened the book and opened the first page.
Opusculus Lamae Bal ta Mezzamortie
by Mabei Aywenil, Scribe
A brief account of Lamae Bal and the Restless Death
Translation by University of Gwylim Press; 3E 105
As brighter grows light, darker becomes shadow. So it passed that the Daedra Molag Bal looked on Arkay and thought the Aedra prideful of his dominion o'er the death of man and mer, and it was sooth.
Bal, whose sphere is the wanton oppression and entrapment of mortal souls, sought to thwart Arkay, who knew that not man, nor mer, nor beastfolk of all Nirn could escape eventual death. The Aedra was doubtless of his sphere, and so Molag Bal set upon Nirn to best death.
Tamriel was still young, and filled with danger and wondrous magick when Bal walked in the aspect of a man and took a virgin, Lamae Beolfag, from the Nedic Peoples. Savage and loveless, Bal profaned her body, and her screams became the Shrieking Winds, which still haunt certain winding fjords of Skyrim. Shedding a lone droplet of blood on her brow, Bal left Nirn, having sown his wrath.
Violated and comatose, Lamae was found by nomads, and cared for. A fortnight hence, the nomad wyrd-woman enshrouded Lamae in pall for she had passed into death. In their way, the nomads built a bonfire to immolate the husk. That night, Lamae rose from her funeral pyre, and set upon the coven, still aflame. She ripped the throats of the women, ate the eyes of the children, and raped their men as cruelly as Bal had ravished her.
And so; Lamae, (who is known to us as blood-matron) imprecated her foul aspect upon the folk of Tamriel, and begat a brood of countless abominations, from which came the vampires, most cunning of the night-horrors. And so was the scourge of undeath wrought upon Tamriel, cruelly mocking Arkay's rhythm of life and death through all the coming eras of the et'Ada, and for all his sadness, Arkay knew this could not be undone.
With a shiver Aurora put the book aside. Lamae Beoflag had also been raped by Molag Bal. If, as it was shown in the stories of her mother and the book actually, she had been the first vampire, then Molag Bal had therefore not performed this ritual for the first time. At Lamae a single drop of his blood was enough to turn her. Or put it another way, why had he treated herself so much worse. The only answer she knew it had given him pleasure.
Shuddering, she pulled her knees to her chest and just sat there. It took her a few moments to capture what she had learned from that book.
Her thoughts began to wander again. The Blood Matron. She had heard that name before. After all she knew, she was a vampire lord who lived well into the second era. She had never had the thought that she would be identical to Lamae Beoflag. In addition, she never thought that she would learn it from a book of the Imperial University. However, the fact that there were vampires in Skyrim, was steadily pushed into the background and replaced by the daily worries of everyday life.
Aurora felt her colder as normal and began to tremble. She had to continue and find something to "eat". The day in the sun had weakened her, although she had satisfied her thirst this morning.
Slowly she got up and walked the ten meters back to the road. The night was beautiful again and on the sky was a weak aurora to be seen. The twin moons gave her the light to see everything just as good as in daylight.
It was as she had expected, after only a few more hours of traveling, she reached Helgen.
So far she hadn't come across someone to feed on. She stood in front of the locked gates and wondered if she should risk it to go inside.
After briefly weighing, she decided to walk around the outside and to travel directly towards the Pale Pass. She certainly would meet a caravan on her way.
A/N:
The book is the same you can find in Skyrim. It belongs to Bethesda, not me.
See you guys in two days :)