Skryim III: The Dawnguard Wars.

Part Seven: Vampire.

I have never felt so thirsty my whole life....or empty. I opened my eyes and saw thin light shining down from a window above in the rafters. If I hadn't known better, I thought I was locked away in a dungeon somewhere. Maybe I was.  Suddenly, a strong scent filled my nostrils and my thirst pulsed hard in my chest. 
"Ah, look at you. You are beautiful." 
I slowly turn my head to see Harkon standing before me. Beside him, was a fountain that was carved in the likeness of Molag Bal, the Daedric Prince of all things evil. Blood ran down it's mouth instead of water, and my mouth yearned for the taste of it. Never during my time as a werewolf, did I want to taste blood so much as I did now.  Harkon smiled. "Rise, my child. I have given you a gift. You are no mere vampire, but one blessed with the blood of Molag Bal...from the Daughters of Coldharbour. Come, look into the fountain at your reflection, and behold, your beauty."   Harkon gestured to the well of blood. I slowly stand to my feet, but fall before I could steady myself. "What did you do to me?" I whisper. 
Harkon nodded, "You are weak, my child. You need to drink to live. Come. Satisfy your thirst." I slowly look up as the door opens. One of the Nordic Vampires, a big man, with a pale face and black hair walks in, leading a prisoner. The prisoner is incoherent and only moans in protest. 
"This is our newest thrall, sire." The nord said, "I figured that fresh blood would be good for our newest family member." 
Harkon nodded, "Thank you Rargal. You may leave him with me."  The man named Rargal bows and leaves us. I look at the thrall. He looked like a Breton, like me. He seemed young.....only a little older than myself.  He looked so pitiful.......
  I slowly get to my feet and stumble over to the fountain. I try to ignore the thrall beside me. I was going to fight the desire. I wasn't going to feed. Instead I look at my reflection and gasp. 
My face was a whole shade paler, and more sharp now. My war paint was completely gone. My hair was no longer in it's small hair buns, but was all laid about my ears and shoulder, but the thing that scared me the most...was my eyes. 
They were no longer blue. Instead, I was staring at golden orbs. I stifle back a sob. "What did you do to me?" I whisper. 
My hands grip the side of the basin and I hear a crack. Harkon laughs. "You are strong my dear, and you are still delirious from the transformation. I will admit, you were the hardest I have ever encountered...other than my own Serana and her bitch of a mother. But the process ended beautifully. " He pulled the chains of the thrall and moved him closer to me. "You are famished. Please, take a bite. These thralls do not die when you drink from them. Unless you suck them dry, which I plan to stop you before you gorge yourself too far." 
I shake my head. "I don't want to." I whisper.
Harkon gave me a compassionate smile. "I know, but you will die if don't drink.....you have a family...don't you?"
I whip my head up to stare at him in horror. Anger filled my body. "Don't you touch them!" I hiss. 
Harkon smiles. "Do not fear. They are no threat to me, but if you don't feed, what would happen if.....if you the thirst goes to strong. You don't want to kill your daughter...or husband?" 
I squeeze my eyes shut and shake my head. I suddenly understand why Sinding was so tormented for so long. He couldn't control himself....and what if I couldn't? What if I hurt Lucia? What if I hurt Sinding? 
"Will I still be able to see them....my family?" I ask weakly. 
"Of course....but they may not be as accepting of your new life such as us here in Volkihar. But we are family now." Harkon purred. He pulled the thrall close and I stood up looking at the pulsing throat of the man. He held no emotion. 
"Drink." Harkon ordered. 
 I look at the thrall and move closer to smell him. "Please....let me go." He whispered, his eyes dead. 
  Something in me snapped, and I lunged for his throat and I drank. All the sounds around me became clearer. Harkon laughed and I could feel myself growing stronger, but the man in my arms started to wither. I realized what I just did and dropped the man, but he was already dead. Horror clutched my chest as I could taste the warm blood in my mouth, coating my teeth and mouth. I looked at Harkon, who gave me a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "You did well. Soon you won't feel like you are taking a life, but instead, giving them a chance to prove themselves to us."   Guilt flooded my body. I remember Sinding, who hated himself for accidentally killing a child....I did this on purpose. I knew what I was doing and I did it anyway......I was so much worse than he ever thought he was. I stared at the corpse at my feet. He was dead...because of me. Harkon moved lightly towards the door. "You free to introduce yourself to the others. They are excited to meet you."  
   What did I just do?