Story Ideas

Blood on the Horizon

World: Skyrim

Status: Currently abandoned at 3 chapters on fanfiction.net

Why I wrote it: It started as a one-shot I wrote when I was mad at my mom (I write shit like that when I get angry... ._.), and it just spiraled into a love-letter to vampires. 

Link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11236291/1/Blood-on-the-Horizon

Summary: For 7 years, Saber has been working hard to earn some respect in the Volkihar Clan of vampires in Skyrim. But now she learns she is going to have a new clanmate soon- and she will have to be the one to 'turn' him. After that, things become crazy, and Saber will be faced with a choice between her two fiercest loyalties.

Chapter 1:

I opened my eyes, my breath coming in in short gasps. My stomach burned with unexplainable hunger.

In front of me was a pale figure, the curves of its body muffled by dark robes that fell to the ground by its feet. The person's face and hands were the only exposed skin, all else lost in the suffocating blackness of the robes. On its face was a curled, red-lipped smile. The eyes matched the color, and had what looked like a ring of blood around its pupils. The face was narrow, and from what I could tell, belonged to a woman.

My suspicions were proven when it opened its lips and a low but distinctly female voice rang in my ears.

"Greetings." I could not help but stare at the strange woman, but even my hungry eyes were no match for the famished impatience of my stomach. I gasped in pain as my torso contracted, pulling me into a ball. I unconsciously started to massage it.

The floor underneath me was hard, though I felt no cold nor warmth radiating from it. My hip dug painfully into it and I sat up into a cross-legged position, still clutching my deprived abdomen. The figure chuckled and shook her head.

"My my, you must be hungry." I nodded desperately, glancing up at her scarlet eyes. If I had had enough sense to realize what she was...I may not have trusted her so easily. But against my usual well-fed instincts that would have screamed at me to get out of this sketchy situation, my starved instincts told me to do anything for food; even trust a suspicious woman with red eyes who was laughing at a starving teenager. They told me that if she was to give me food, she could be a mudcrab for all I cared; she would still look nothing short of a goddess in my eyes.

"What is your name, young one?"

I hesitated a moment, my brain still focused on my famine. It refused to be distracted.

"Uh..." I hesitated, battling with my head. Come on, think you piece of- I finally remembered.

"Saber. My name is Saber." I said, relieved that I was able to answer before the woman became impatient. The last thing I needed was my only possible source of food to get angry and turn me away. I tried to resist thinking about hot, steaming bread and creamy soup... but oddly enough, when I finally slipped and started thinking of the delicacies, it didn't worsen the pain in my stomach like I expected. My mind wandered back to the present situation.

The woman laughed a cold, mirthless laugh.

"I can give you what you want." This is what I had hoped she would say. I scrambled to my knees and clenched my hands together, looking up at her.

"Oh, I beg of you miss, please help me!" I winced again at a fresh complaint of my belly but was able to keep looking at the woman. She laughed again.

"Oh, I will." I relaxed. My relief must have become apparent on my face, for her voice suddenly became sharp. "But not without a price."

I wilted. "I-I don't have any money." I checked my pockets, just to make sure. The void in them only intensified the one in my stomach. I was wearing familiar oversized leather armor, covered head-to-toe with small nooks and crannies to hide items I had borrowed and didn't plan to return.