Middas, 21st of Sun's Dawn, 4E 01 12:45am
I woke up in the floor of Kirine's house, wondering where I was before the memories of last night flooded back into my mind. I looked over to where Kirine's body was, her beautiful face filled with such terror that I couldn't stand to look at her. I murdered her. Even worse, I drank her blood after ripping her throat open. I was a monster.
I went to the mirror hanging on the wall next to the door and inspected myself: I had the same short-cropped brown hair, ice blue eyes, short and well-trimmed beard and mustache, same face. It all looked the same but something was different. I just couldn't place my finger on it. Then I opened my mouth and figured it out. I had fangs, long, pointy, deadly fangs that I used last night to rip her throat out.
That's when it hit me: the nightmares and hallucinations. The vampire that hit me with her claws was there, laughing over me as I struggled. She infected me with Porphyric Hemophilia when she hit me. That was why I was so weak the past few days, why I murdered Kirine.
Thinking of her pained me, she was so beautiful, I nearly fell for her in the first five seconds of seeing her, but none of that would happen now because I'd murdered her. I walked over to her body and picked her small corpse up, realizing how perfect she felt in my hands.
Sighing, I slung her body over my shoulder and took her outside. Looking around, I found we were in the middle of the woods, the house in the middle of a small farm near Bleaker's Way Goodwill Inn, which I could see from a distance. I went behind the house and found a woodcutting block. Perfect.
Middas, 21st of Sun's Dawn, 4E 01 1:45am
An hour later, I was on my way, with all my gear on and a new bag slung over my shoulder. I skirted around the town and kept going toward Bruma, hoping I wouldn't run into anyone I knew on the way there.
Once I was out of sight from anyone from Bleaker's, I looked around to see if anyone was following me, traveling the same way and didn't see anyone. I diverted off the path to the right, headed toward an Ayleid ruin named Anga.
It was basically just a bunch of ruined pillars and then a door leading to under chambers but what was guarding it was what I wanted. This place almost always had some creature guarding it; creatures that would be happy for what was in my bag.
When I reached the door, I heard growling. Turning around, I found what I was looking for: A troll. The big, hairy beast was glaring at me with hate in its three eyes. That was, until I swung the bag in front of his face. Then that turned to curiosity.
I threw the bag to him and he caught it, ripping it to shreds and finding a meal within it. While it was busy devouring the remains of one of the most beautiful women I'd ever met, I made my getaway, running back to the road. I kept walking once I got to it like nothing had ever happened.
"Who was in that bag?" Said a voice behind me.
I nearly jumped out of my skin hearing a voice, especially that voice. I turned around and found Jarow standing there, Umbra out and pointed at the ground, glaring at me.
"What? What're you… What're you talking about?" I stuttered, starting to sweat nervously.
"Who. Was in. That bag?" He asked again slowly, taking a few steps closer to me, Umbra coming up from the ground a few inches.
"No one…" I said, before realizing it was useless. He'd seen it. He'd seen her remains in the bag. He'd seen me throw it to the troll. He saw. "Her name was Kitrine. She was beautiful. Perhaps the most beautiful woman in the world..."
"Then why was she in that bag?" He questioned, Umbra dropping back down once he heard the sorrow in my voice.
"Remember, when we were fighting those vampires, and that one, she scratched me? Well, I didn't realize it at the time but she infected me… With Porphyric Hemophilia. I'm vampire, Jarow. I'm a monster. I murdered… I drained that beautiful woman. I'm… I'm a monster," I forced out, falling to my knees, tears streaming down my face.
Jarow sheathed Umbra and came to my side, putting his arms around me. I pushed him away as soon as I smelled his blood. "No! Stay away, I might… I might attack you too, like I did her…"
Jarow looked at me and sighed. "There's no known cure for vampirism. The only known way is death, Kasuld. What're we going to do?"
"We? What do you mean, we?" I asked, genuinely confused.
"Well, you're my best friend; I'm not abandoning you just you became a bloodsucker without knowing it. I'm going to help you in any way I can. But I'm not going to let you murder anyone. No way, not after you helped me achieve my dream," He said, looking at me.
"She made you her champion?" I asked, astounded.
"After giving her some Glow Dust, which I found on some Will-O-Wisps nearby, yes, she did. She gave me her artifact: Azura's Star," He boasted proudly, pulling a circular disk with designs covering it and wavy extensions coming out from every side.
"Wow…" I said in awe, "Are the stories true? You can capture a soul in it and it won't be used up like a regular Soul Gem?"
"Yes, sir," He bragged, putting the Star away. His face went from happy to sad as he remembered my predicament again. "We have to figure out what we're going to do with you. I'm not letting you kill yourself, and I'm not killing you so what're we going to do?"
"Hmm…" I pondered my situation, pacing back and forth upon the road. Then an idea came to me, one that might work. "You're a master blacksmith, right?"
"Yes I am, why?"
"Could you make me a metal coffin?" I asked, my idea starting to form.
A light of understanding came to his eyes. "Yes, I could. What are you thinking?" He questioned curiously.
"I'm thinking that, if you make one, we could go to some place no one would go to, some place remote, and bury me in there after you cover it with multiple locks and chains so that I won't have second thoughts and be able to get out if I freak out. That way, I can't harm anyone, you don't have to kill me, and no one else gets hurt!" I completed excitedly, even though it meant me being locked in a metal coffin forever.
"But… You'll be in the darkness, awake, forever, Kasuld. Are you sure you want to do that? It'll be awful lonely and depressing," Jarow reminded me.
"Yes, but it'll be worth it to spare the lives of innocents," I said, determined to do this. I couldn't let anything like what happened with Kirine happen again.
Fredas, 24th of Sun's Dawn, 4E 01 5:00am
I stood next to my grave with the metal case within, the locks and bolts undone, lid open for me to get into it, in a valley on the border of Cyrodiil and Skyrim, between to mountains, as remote an area you could get. The field in which I stood looked so beautiful, the flowers just coming into bloom, even with the snow that trickled down on the ground, they bloomed. It showed that you had to adapt to survive and to grow. I smiled when I saw a spot of black coming closer, Jarow with his Ebony Armor standing out against the flowers.
He spoke once he finally reached me, telling me of the news that had happened: "Alright, I told the Blades you had to go somewhere across the sea. That if anyone in the distant future comes back, claiming to be you that have to answer this question: 'Where doth the metal case lie?' And the answer is: 'Between the two peaks between the warm and cold.' Got it?"
"Yes. I'll try to set myself into a self-induced coma with a few potions I made… If that doesn't work, I guess I'll be alone with my thoughts. What did you do with my armor and katana?" I asked, curious. I don't really know his reason for taking them; I guess he put my sword in the Great Hall in Cloud Ruler Temple, where fallen soldiers usually go.
"I put your sword in the Temple," He said, confirming my thoughts, "And I put your armor in a chest under the floorboards in my room, so that if anything ever happens to me, it'll always be there. Okay?"
"Okay," I replied, holding out my arm. He took it and we grasped each other's forearms, before it turning into a hug. "I'm going to miss you; you're like a brother to me. I really appreciate all you've done for me. Thank you."
"Right back at you, good-bye, Kasuld. I'll see you in the next life, brother," He said, smiling at me with teary eyes.
I lowered myself into the coffin and looked up at him one last time. "Good-bye, brother."
Then he closed the lid and the darkness returned once more.