skyrim fanfiction

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It smelled like something had died in there. Wherever ‘there’ was. Even Elayne couldn’t tell. She couldn’t even remember what happened. All she could remember was that she had been shoved in some sort of cell, and even that was fuzzy. The female felt around her, fingers grazing over dirt, rocks, and something smooth. She grabbed it, and lifted it to her face to see, as it was pitch black. Elayne still couldn’t see. Faintly remembering her Candlelight spell, she sparked a small light in her left hand, bringing it closer to the object she had picked up. It was a bone. The smooth, yellow-white surface was completely clean of any meat or blood, so she figured it had been there a while. But that still didn’t explain what that horrendous smell was, although Elayne had an idea of what it might be.

Hesitant although still willing, she brightened the spell and held out the palm of her had so the light would reflect around her, giving her a full view of what was there with her. She wished she wouldn’t have done that.

About three clean skeletal remains littered the area, one a nearly complete decomposed corpse. She stood up and examined the body, her ragged tunic against her nose doing nothing to stop the horrid smell. Picking up a small stick, she gently nudged the arm of the dead person. It bent at a weird angle to reveal puncture wounds on the wrist, and after some analysis, more on the neck and inner thigh, where some of the main arteries were. What would do that in this dank little cave?

Vampire.

Her head rang with that word, over and over and over again. What had she gotten herself into? Now, she could recall that she had been drinking with a particularly handsome Nord that went by the name of Kordi. And, that, after she’d had a few, Kordi insisted on pouring something in her drink that would make her senses go wild. Too drunk to understand the danger, she accepted and chugged down the mug’s contents. It took a bit for the elixir to kick in, but when it did, Kordi had dragged her outside and thrown her over his shoulder. After that, Elayne’s memory was blurred.

She recalled a few lucid moments where she saw a horse, two other people, and the musky scent of a cave. Elayne also remembered being tossed into a cell, the loud clang of a metal door slamming shut behind her.

The Breton’s small body ached and throbbed, and she just realized how cold it was sitting there in that damp little cell. Drawing her knees up to her chest, she leaned back against the slippery cave wall, her dark hair tickling her cheek. She had to think of a way out of this hell hole, even if it meant dying while trying.

She chuckled dryly, her lips sticking together. “Heh, that rhymed.” Elayne’s voice bounced quietly off the dark stone. “Shut your mouth, bloodbag”, a rough voice screeched at her from the darkness outside the bars. She flinched as she heard shuffling footsteps running up to the door. A loud clanging sound erupted, as if the guard was hitting the bars with another piece of metal. She recoiled, scampering deeper into the cell. The Breton bumped into something squishy and soft, and suppressed the urge to vomit. She casted a soft glow in her palm, sweeping it over the obstruction on the floor. It was a person, much to the girl’s disgust. More specifically, it was a large Nord male, his pale skin glittering with a sheen of sweat. Blood was crusted against a wound on his shoulder, along with a small gash on his head, staining his wheat-blonde hair red. The man was in rags just as she was, but looked as if he had been here longer. The usual porcelain, almost majestic, pale skin of the Nordic race was an unhealthy gray, but still retained some of its pink.

Rolling the man on his back, Elayne pressed her middle and forefinger on his neck, checking for a pulse. There it was, faint and soft. She inspected the deep cut on his head, brushing back strands of hair. It wasn’t fatal, or else he would have been dead. His shoulder, on the other hand, looked to be infected.

Gathering up her Magicka, she conjured a weak healing spell; just enough to pull away infection and whatever nastiness was there. All the while, the man sat as still as a rock, eyes fluttering occasionally. Exhausted, she fell back against the wall. “Thank….you…” a soft, raspy voice murmured. Elayne’s head snapped to the man beside her, nothing off besides his cracked lips partially open. Feeling as if she was invading his personal space, she stood, stretching her legs and walking quietly over to the bars.

They were ice cold, and the girl could have swore her hand nearly froze to the metal. An eerie feeling floated about, along with the tingling sensation of being watch. She turned away from the bars, her eyes fully adjusted to the dark now. Just the sight of all the skeletons turned her stomach inside out, not to mention the recollection of the the vampire bites. Even so, looking over at the unconscious man, she felt less alone, but more afraid. If someone can apprehend a man of that size, then what else are they capable of? How many are there? As she was taught, vampires were myths, only real in the figment of a person’s imaginations. And they were like a nest of vermin, breeding like rabbits, gaining more and more of their kind with each person that they lured near. It was disgusting, and she was trapped right in the middle.

Suddenly, she felt exhausted, as if something had pulled away her remaining strength while she stood there. Turning her back to the bars, she slowly slid down them, drawing her knees to her chest. Elayne stared at the back of her fellow prisoner, watching his slow, ragged breaths. He was asleep. She could tell by the soft snores he expelled every few minutes. Elayne figured she should probably follow his lead, conserving energy.

She leaned her head back against the bar, the cold biting into her scalp. She closed her lids, and slowly, her consciousness started to drift away. A scream sounded deeper into the cave, but the Breton was already sound asleep.

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Glergggg! The man gripped at his abdomen, brows furrowing in pain. Gllllarrrgg urbbble! His stomach was empty, and it was growling angrily at him, demanding to be fed. He sat up, pain arcing throughout his entire body. The vampires had beat him bad, leaving bruises all over his body, even whipping him until he became unconscious. After they had discovered he was not able to answer their questions, they tossed him into the freezing cell to later be disposed of, if not proven handy.

The Nord shuffled backwards on his bum until his back hit the wall, hissing through his teeth in pain as the rough sack shirt he was wearing came into contact with his wounds. Still, despite the pain, he leaned back, taking tension off of his sore stomach. He sighed and brushed back his blonde hair, wincing as he stretched a slash on his shoulder blade. His body felt weird, not from the wounds, but from the lack of energy and armor. It wouldn’t matter now anyway. He was going to die in here, devoured by vampires, all the while keeping the secret of where the Dawnguard’s headquarters was. He may go mad from despair and loneliness, but not mad enough to spill.

Something stirred to his right, and the Nord’s head snapped over to look, eyes narrowing to see in the dark. He could make out the outline of a person sitting against the bars, long hair falling over the figure’s shoulders. The frame was small, so he figured it was a female. Carefully, not to disturb the lady, the Nord stood. His whole body screamed and groaned in protest, but he persisted, stubbornly stretching his muscles until they tensed, then released. It hurt to stretch, but it also felt good at the same time. However, less could be said for the stretching table in the torture room. He shuddered, bile rising in his throat as he recalled the way his fellow Dawnguard had been pulled apart, flesh ripping from tension and the sickening snap of bones breaking. The blonde had seen many gruesome things in his time, but nothing beat the sight of his brother-in-arms torn into literal pieces while monsters grinned in excitement.

He shook his head, forcing the nausea and thoughts away. With his mind unoccupied, and despite the peril he was in, he succumbed to boredom. The Nord, Jorin, picked up a pebble and, ignoring the grime that he assumed was dried blood, carelessly tossed it at the cave wall. It bounced off and hit a pile of bones to the left, rattling them some. The sound sent chills down Jorin’s spine. It was hard to imagine that was once a person. He picked up another pebble and chunked it a little more to the right, the stone ricocheting back and, much to Jorin’s horror, hitting the girl on the head. He visibly winced when he heard the hollow thwack! She stirred, hand instantly flying to ease the pain from her head.

The woman groaned, sitting up straight after leaning on the bars, rolling her neck and shoulders. Jorin saw her head lift up, and her body tense when she saw him. “Um...hi?” She said weakly. The Nord chuckled. It was more of a cough really, but it was close enough. “Hell of a way to meet, eh?” Her answering laugh made Jorin crack a smirk. At least his companion had wry humor. But his grin quickly faded with her next words. “What’s going to happen?” It was weak, full of terror and despair. She knew where she was. She knew what was here. Surely she knew what was going to happen? “We’re more than likely going to die here, lass.” Secretly, Jorin was hoping for some sort of escape plan, but he doubt that was going to happen with that young whelp. Unless…

She was quiet. If it was any darker, he wouldn’t have been able to see her shoulders shaking with silent sobs. “Lass?” The young woman wiped snot from her nose and looked up. “Yeah?” Jorin shuffled over to sit cross-legged in front of her, leaning close to her as if someone else was in the cell and could possibly hear him. “I’ve got a plan, and we’re going to get out of here.”

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Jorin swung at Elayne, fury shining in his eyes. Terror shone in her’s. This huge mass of meat and muscle was barreling toward her like a bull, and you could almost smell the anger and maliciousness emanating from the large blonde. It was even worse that she was in a tiny cell littered with corpses and stone and--- Stone!

Quickly, the Breton lunged for a large rock, spinning around to chunk it at Jorin. It connected with his injured shoulder and all was quiet for a split second before he let out a beastly roar, charging at the woman with renewed vigor. Before she could react, he grabbed her by the throat and hauled her up and pushed her against the cave wall, lips peeled back in a feral smile. “Next time don’t hit me with a large a*s rock, please”, the Nord whispered, his act dropping for a moment. “Now, scream.”

Elayne sucked in a large breath, and let out the loudest scream she’d ever managed in her entire life, praying that the vampires could hear her. That’s if they hadn’t heard the crashing and yelling already. “Alright, remember the plan right as they can see us, I’ll throw you, and then you’ll act uncons--” Jorin was interrupted by voices, and when both prisoners looked, they could see torch light. Suddenly Jorin’s hands tightened around her neck, and she realized he was back to acting. Elayne started clawing at his hands and kicking weakly just as the vampires turned the corner. Fear grabbed at her, though not because if the man strangling her, but because of the possibility they might fail. Just the mere thought sent ice trickling down her spine. “Get ready”, Jorin murmured, just barely enough for her to hear. The beastly man pulled her away from the wall threw her to the side, although he misjudged and tossed her right into one of the many large rocks in the cell, her head connecting with a sickening crack. Just as her consciousness slipped, she caught a glimpse of Jorin and their captors, knowing they had surely failed. Then darkness claimed her.

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It was hours later when Elayne woke up again. Her head throbbed, her body ached, and she was being jostled around. Who was messing with her? Couldn’t they tell she was in pain? Slowly, she opened her green hues and looked around, realizing with a jolt that she was laying on a horse, her body fitting perfectly between the horn of the saddle and--Jorin? The Breton jerked, attempting to slide off the animal. A hand caught her by the arm and eased her to the ground, the girl’s legs giving out. The horse danced to the side, but Jorin managed to keep it under control enough to jump off. “Take it easy. We’re a long ways from that hell-hole now. How’re you holding up?” He sounded like an older brother. Elayne brushed back her brunette hair, grimacing as she felt the blood crusted in it. When she pulled her hand away, she shot a glare at Jorin, which he returned with a sheepish grin. “I’m doing peachy, other than being slammed against a rock the size of giant’s dungpile. How did you manage to throw me that far?” Jorin shrugged, then clapped Elayne on the shoulder. “You can ride in the saddle behind me. I’m not sure your coordination skills have regained their stability yet.” Elayne noticed that he had completely deflected the question and hadn’t apologized for nearly caving her skull in. She made a mental note to remember that.

When they arrived in Riften, Elayne was never so grateful that she was able to step foot into a city. That was until the reputation of Riften came to fruition at the gate. “I’ll let you in after you pay the visitor’s tax”, the right guard said, his fellow comrade completely ignoring the two arrivals. Jorin crossed his arms and stared down at the guard with hard, ice blue eyes. “This is obviously a shakedown. You wouldn’t want me to tell Maven, would you? I’m sure she didn’t put you up to this.” Elayne couldn’t see the guard’s face because of the helm, but she was rather sure that he had turned pale. “K-keep your voice down. Don’t let everyone hear you! I’ll let you in. Just let me unlock the gate.” The guard hurried over to the wooden gate, and no sooner than the lock clicked, Jorin was shoving his way past the man and into the city, Elayne hot on his heels.

The city looked sick. Even though the sun was shining, the entire place looked dull and grey. The trees had lost their leaves, their bark black, and their limbs crooked and broken. It was if the settlement had been poisoned. Outside of Riften’s gates, the leaves were just starting to turn colors and fall, the warm sun beating down while a cool breeze blew, and it was normal. However, Riften was just...ghastly. “It’s sad, isn’t it?” Jorin suddenly blurted, startling Elayne. “I remember, when I was just a lad, this place was gorgeous, especially during the spring. Plants bloomed here in color that was so bright, you’d think it was glowing. Then, it just...started to die. The Thieves Guild rose, Maven took over this place, and everything turned to gloom. My father would take me here every five years, as a treat. One year this place was covered in innumerable shades of green and color, and five years later… It’s a trash pit”, the blonde Nord said, his voice growing hard.  Elayne didn’t know how to react. Jorin obviously had strong feelings about this place, however the Nord did not elaborate any more on the subject, as he pressed on towards the center of town.

Elayne jogged after him, her tiny Breton legs having a hard time keeping up with the larger man’s stride. He didn’t acknowledge her words of conversation, or her comments on the city as they made their way to a large keep. From Elayne’s knowledge of Skyrim, she assumed this was the Jarl’s keep, however she hadn’t remembered the name of the Jarl of the Rift, nor had she cared to. Now, she deeply regretted not paying more attention to her classes in High Rock.

“Stay here. Don’t wander off”, Jorin said, his voice clipped. Elayne obeyed, and waited by the rock wall. Thank the Nine she wouldn’t have to deal with a Jarl. They were often scrutinizing and hard-headed. However, after about fifteen minutes without hide nor hair of Jorin, Elayne figured it would take a while yet. Her curiosity of this place had been itching at her insides since she entered Riften.

Author's Note

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