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"That's two down..." = Normal speech.

Chapter 1

From the pits of despair

Rated-M

M rating for mature themes, nudity, romance, violence.

Music of the day

Skyrim - Tundra

All she'd known for the past thousand years, if not more, was darkness.

She'd been sealed away, locked in an eternal tomb where she would likely spend the rest of her immortal life in chains. The only way she'd ever escape would be through other servants of her damned father, but it was his orders that she be sealed away in the first place.

For the millionth time she cursed her luck.

She'd been foolish, thinking the man was actually a caring father that only sought the best for her.

Of course he'd try and get her out of the way the moment he learned that she was against his plans.

So what, she didn't want to help him turn the world into eternal darkness and because of that she was to be cast aside?

Damn him!

Damn him all to hell!

She should have known, should have known that he was tricking her. When she finally realized it, it was far too late to stop him.

She remembered the first day she was locked away, waking up in the tomb with no chance of escape. She'd screamed for hours on end, begging him to let her go, to let her out.

That screaming eventually devolved into begging, which collapsed into bitter sobbing.

That night she promised that she'd change everything if it meant that she could be freed again, if it meant that she didn't have to spend the rest of her life in this eternal darkness. She didn't care about blood, about her vampire lineage, about her place on the throne or the hierarchy.

She didn't care about any of that…

She just wanted freedom, and she'd do anything for that.

If someone were to free her, to give her that freedom that she oh so desperately wanted, she'd pledge her eternal loyalty to them. It didn't matter who they were, what they'd done, where they were from…

To her, becoming free from this hellish tomb would be enough of a reason for her to owe them everything she had.

But after thousands of years, she'd come to the conclusion that rescue was not coming her way. No one knew she was down here, no one knew that she was even alive.

No help was coming, no savior would be heading her way.

And that lack of a lifeline to hold onto, that emptiness of hope in her pit of despair, made her give up entirely.

There was no point in holding on if no one was coming for her.

So she slept, giving way to darkness. She resigned herself to her fate, hope fleeting in her body…

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Then it changed.

She didn't know how long she'd been asleep, months, even years now probably. But she was torn from her eternal slumber by a strange sound just outside of her tomb, a crashing sound.

Her bright golden red eyes snapped open, a sharp gasp sucked in past her puffy black lips.

Darkness met her gaze, just as it always had. This time, however, it was different.

She could sense it, the pressure, the killing intensity filling the air.

Someone was there, outside of her tomb.

And they were there to murder, mercilessly.

She pressed herself to the back of her tomb, eyes widening in fear. For all the years she'd been alive, she'd never felt that level of anger, that intense of hatred.

It made her knees weak, her heartbeat speed up, breathe short.

Was this it?

Was this about to be her end?

The only person she'd even been aware of outside of her tomb in a thousand years and they were there to kill her?

She cursed her luck…

Then she heard it, a voice. It was deep and gruff, cold and lacking in empathy or mercy. And it…

A-And he was…

Counting?

"Seventy two…" The voice muttered lowly, as if counting upwards.

Counting what?

She couldn't be sure.

She licked her lips nervously, leaning forward as she pressed her ear to the cool panel of the tomb. She calmed her breathing, closing her eyes as she tried to listen closely.

She heard shouting, but not in any language she knew of. It sounded like creatures, monsters grumbling and hissing. Then she heard him, his footsteps coming closer.

He sounded as if he was clad in metal, the clinking of his armor sounding out with every step he too towards her.

There was a sick penetrating sound followed by wet gurgling, this time way closer to her. Then the stranger spoke again, voice closer.

"Seventy three…" He muttered, sounding as if he had ripped his weapon free of whatever it was he'd just slain. "That's all of them."

Then silence fell over the outside.

That's when she realized that he, whoever he was, likely hadn't been there for her.

He was there to kill whatever was outside of her tomb, and they weren't vampires.

So, swallowing her fears, she decided that any fate was better than being locked away in this moldy rotting cave dungeon.

So she called out to him.

"H-H-" She tried, voice dry and croaky. Her throat felt dry, like she hadn't had water for centuries. "H-Help… He-Help me…!" She wheezed, trying to force her dry throat to produce words. She banged on the walls of the coffin, using what little space she had to try and make as much noise as possible.

She heard him shift outside of her coffin, clearly having heard something.

Footsteps slowly echoed towards her coffin, then silence.

Her breath hitched in her throat, eyes wide and trembling as she waited, waited to see what would happen.

Then she heard him grab onto the side of the stone slab, and pull.

It didn't budge at first, but he tried again, and this time…

This time it did.

In a flash of motion, the door to her cage was torn from its hinges and tossed to the side, crashing atop the corpse of a short green monster.

Her eyes closed as the light of a torch temporarily blinded her, the warmth of it licking at her skin.

This was it.

If he was here to kill her, this was it.

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"Oh, you're not a goblin…" The man muttered in surprise, bending down to take a knee before her. "Why were you in that coffin…?" He murmured lowly, reaching out to grasp her chin, black leather gloves fingers softly caressing her chin.

She blinked up at him, face blank as she allowed him to look her over for injuries. Like her life was flashing before her eyes, tears began welling up in the corners of her golden orbs. She held in one sob, before the damn broke and she collapsed into him as she began sobbing her heart out.

After over one thousand years locked away, she'd finally been freed from her prison cell. It felt too good to be true, like she was still dreaming in a horrible nightmare.

She was so distraught, so caught up in her own emotions that she didn't even notice him pick her up, holding her like some sort of princess as he made his way out of the tomb.

"I've got you…" He murmured lowly as he walked, attempting to reassure her.

The freezing winter storm winds of Skyrim met her gaze when he finally took his first step out of the cave that held her tomb. She hadn't let go of him from the moment he picked her up, arms wrapped around his neck, getting lost in the thick white fur collar that wrapped around him.

She hadn't noticed before, lost in her tears. But now that she'd calmed down some, she took a moment to look her savior over.

He was covered from head to toe in armor, steel grey in color, with a horned helmet unlike anything she'd ever seen before. A shredded red ponytail extended out from the back of the helmet, blending into a tattered red cape draped over his back.

But what seemed to draw the most of her attention was his eyes, blazing red in color. They were dark, mysterious, dangerous. They held a deep pain she couldn't even begin to understand, but she wanted to know.

He was her savior, the man she was going to dedicate herself to forever, the man that now unknowingly held her eternal loyalty and undying love.

"W-Where are you taking me…?" She asked quietly, staring right through the slits in his steel visor.

"To the inn down the mountain. They have food and water, and a bed. They'll take care of you." He stated flatly, eyes gazing beyond her and to his path down the mountain.

Her eyes widened slightly in panic.

He was leaving her?

H-He was going to leave her behind?

B-But…

What if he found her?

W-What if her father locked her up again?

What if she was captured?

She couldn't go back to the coffin! She couldn't!

"What are you doing?" He asked lowly, slowing to a halt as her arms tightened around his neck. She didn't say anything for a moment, pulling him closer so that he couldn't let her go.

"I don't want-…" She murmured, voice muffled by his fur collar. "Please don't leave me. I-I…" She begged quietly. She finally raised her head, tear stained golden eyes staring right into his own. "I need you… I can't-" She struggled for words.

He stared blankly at her, not saying anything. He stood there for a long, long while, only the sounds of the whipping winds surrounding them.

Then he finally started walking again. "Okay." He muttered plainly, continuing down the mountain.

Her eyes widened, as if not expecting it to be so easy. "Y-You mean…? I can stay with you?" She asked quietly in surprise.

"Yeah." He stated. "You said you need me, so you need me. I clearly can not send you away." He stated simply, as if announcing an obvious fact.

He stayed quiet for a while after that, not even attempting to engage in small talk to break the tension. She found herself instead enjoying the feeling of being carried around like the most important thing in the world in that moment, his grip on her comfortable and firm.

Yet…

They neared a human settlement, the light of an inn a short distance away shining through the winter storm.

He promised to keep her by his side, but he didn't even seem to know what she was.

If he was going to be her one, the one she stuck by with forevermore, then…

Then he needed to know.

"I'm a… vampire." She spoke up, the first words out of her mouth in over ten minutes. She kept her gaze downwards, afraid to meet his eyes.

He stopped walking for a second time during the trek back, armor shifting slightly as he glanced down to her. She met his gaze meekly, afraid of what she might see.

"I see." He muttered after a long pause, head tilted to the side as he seemed to truly look her over.

And then…?

He resumed walking.

Her eyes widened. "Aren't you afraid? W-Worried about what other humans will say?" She asked quietly.

"No." He stated simply, not stopping to talk.

"But… I suck blood, I drink from people…" She trailed off.

"I see." He muttered.

"And humans fear vampires…" She added.

"I see." He muttered.

"A-And they hunt us down, kill us and our kind." She whispered.

"I see." He muttered.

She opened her mouth to speak again, but stopped. She'd warned him of what was in store for him if he kept her around, yet he didn't pull away.

If he'd been off put by her or the understanding of what she was, he didn't display it. Instead he just continued forward, carrying that same quiet expression in him.

For some reason, she found his rather odd stoicism comforting. Within the freezing winds of the winter air, and with her rather strange garments from centuries past covering her, she was terribly cold. So she found comfort in his presence as she cuddled up to him, shoving her face in his fur lined collar.

She only hoped that wherever he was taking her was warm…

The inn was alight with song, bards singing, chefs cooking, and patrons dancing. The central fireplace lit up the building, creating a warm and comfortable atmosphere that was at complete odds with the world right outside.

And it was that environment that was shattered when the inn doors were kicked open, the freezing winds flying in.

Everything stopped at the sudden interference, gazes drawn to the door as an armored warrior strutted into the inn, the door slamming shut behind him. People moved to get out of the silent warrior's way as he approached the front desk, in his arms a sleeping maiden of mysterious origins.

The old Nord man running the inn swallowed thickly as the knight walked up to him, carefully holding an unconscious woman.

"We need one room." He said flatly, gazing down at the blond man sitting behind the counter.

The Nord blinked in surprise, looking the man up and down.

He didn't look like a bandit, but the woman in his arms looked suspicious. But he wasn't one to turn down paying customers.

"One gold for a room. It's to the right." He grumbled, motioning to his side. "There's a big bed for you both, dresser too." He added with a lecherous laugh. A couple of the other men laughed at the joke as well, but the silent warrior didn't pay them any mind.

Instead he moved into the room, shutting the door behind him with his foot. He bent down by the bed, laying her gently atop the woolen blankets. He glanced up to her face, finding her sound asleep.

"Hmm…" He hummed quietly to himself, standing back up to return to the front desk. He walked up to the aged Nord, reaching into his back pouch to pull out a gold coin. He placed it down on the counter, not saying a word to the old man, before moving to return to his room.

He opened the old wooden frame, only to find the vampire he'd lay on the bed currently wide awake, staring at him with her hawklike eyes. "Where did you go? I woke up and you were gone…" She asked quietly, a panic filling her voice.

He stepped forward, shutting the door behind him. "I went to pay the inn owner." He stated simply as he moved to sit on the edge of the bed.

He wasn't ready for her to suddenly throw herself upon him from behind, her large bosom pressed tightly against his armored back as she enveloped him in a tight desperate hug. Tears stained his fur lined collar, the woman biting her lips as she tried to hold in her cries.

"I-I thought you'd left me behind…" She whispered bitterly, voice shaking. "I-I thought you were going to abandon me." She murmured. "I-I don't… I don't want to go back there… Please don't make me go back there…" She begged bitterly.

He didn't say anything, but he did reach up, intertwining his gloved fingers with her dainty supple ones. His grip was firm, yet comforting.

"I-I-I was locked away for hundreds of years, m-maybe more. I-I thought I'd never escape." She whispered in quiet despair. "I promised… promised to give myself to whoever rescued me. T-That serving them for the rest of my life was worth being free." She muttered into his neckline.

He didn't say anything, yet she could tell he was surprised by the slightest shifting in his shoulders. "I… see." He said, speaking slowly.

"So, I dedicate myself to you forever. I-I am yours to do with however you see fit." She said quietly, her hold on him softening slightly.

He didn't seem to know what to say, staring blankly at the wall across from them. It seemed like a bit much to take in, but he'd taken everything in life in stride, this would be no different…

At least, that's what he told himself…

"Okay." He muttered decidedly.

Eventually she managed to coheres him to lay with her, still completely equipped in his armor. She thought that she'd be upset about it, but she didn't seem to mind. Just having him by her side was enough for her.

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"What is your name… Master?" She asked quietly some time later, the man in her arms, her newly acquired master nearly asleep.

"Goblin Slayer." He said simply, voice humming out from behind his visor.

She blinked in question, but eventually decided not to question him on it.

"Master Goblin Slayer…?" She asked quietly, lips hovering an inch from his neckline. She sucked in his scent, his sweaty musk making her heart race beneath her breasts.

"Hmm?" He asked quietly.

"I-I'm… I'm starving…" She whispered breathily, nearly drooling now. "W-Would…? W-Would you mind if I-?" She licked her lips, fangs shining in the dim light of the room. "I-If I fed?" She asked, lips quivering in barely withheld restraint.

Goblin Slayer, either too tired to notice, or he simply didn't care, hummed in affirmation.

She grinned, leaning up into his neckline.

Then she bit him, her fangs sinking into his neck.

The moan that escaped her lips upon tasting his blood had woken the entire inn.

"Hahah! I knew it!" A loud voice shouted from the other side of the building.

"Oi! Keep it down in there!"

Goblin Slayer sighed, resigning himself to his fate.

What had he gotten himself into?

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