Story Ideas

Love is a Strange Thing

World: Oblivion

Status: 1 chapter, not posted anywhere

Why I wrote it: I love the plot twist of Count Hassildor being a vampire, and I kind of wanted to write a love story between him and a khajiit (who is, btw, my favorite race). I changed a few things (like he looks younger in this story than he does in the game; blame it on graphics). I also really wanted to address racism in the Elder Scrolls. Khajiit and Argonians are the most affected by this, but this will be a common theme in some of my books (this one, Yakahirvi, and another story idea I'm workshopping). It'll have some really heart-wrenching stuff in it for sure. 

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Summary: Is it wrong to want love? Is it wrong for a girl who is barely 20 years old to love a man who will become 73 years of age soon, even if his body is still in it's 20's? Is it wrong to love a man who is already bound another, even when she has not laid eyes upon her beloved in decades? Maybe. But unlike her, I loved Janus just as he was. I did not see him as an abomination, but rather someone who was met with an unfortunate fate. He is still the same person he was 50 years ago, just with a different... diet. So, whether or not it was wrong, I did it anyways...

Chapter one:

I was an orphan, raised in Bravil by City-Swimmer, a beautiful and yet misunderstood Argonian. He raised me from a kit after he found me alone on the streets, crying for my mother. I was chatting with City-Swimmer idly when I saw a strange figure walking through the market.

"That one looks strange, doesn't he?" I whispered to my friend, my tail flicking.

"Indeed, M'rasha. See how he is hiding his face? That is a tell-tale sign of a criminal on the run."

I purred softly to myself. "I wonder what kind of trouble he has gotten himself into?"

City-Swimmer chuckled. "I don't know, but it's getting hot up here. I'm going for a dive. Care to join me?"

I wrinkled my nose. "I don't know why you enjoy swimming in the canals, Swims. I think it smells funny." 'Swims' was the nickname I came up for him when I was young.

He shrugged. "You get used to it." He then turned and dove into the canal, generating a big splash.

I laughed, shielding myself from the water, then felt my stomache growl impatiently. I winced and reached into the pockets of my dress to check how much coin I had. My hand came up empty. I sighed and started off towards The Lonely Suitor Lodge, hoping that Bogrum Gro-Galash was feeling charitable today.

As I sat down on a stool, I saw someone else sit next to me. As I looked over, I realized that it was the same strange man that I had seen earlier. His hood kept his face hidden, even when looking straight at him.

I shrugged. If he wanted to hide his identity, who was I to deny him of his privacy?

"Hey, Bog!" The inkeeper visibly cringed, dropping the iron mug he was cleaning to turn slowly at me. I purred in amusement, as I knew he hated me calling him that. He really just hated me, period.

"What do you want, beast?" He growled in a low, irritated voice.

"I was just wondering if you had anything on the house tonight." I flicked my tail mischeiviously, batting my eyes and leaning on the bar flirtatiously. He was obviously not impressed.

"You know my policy. No coin, no meal." He eyed the man next to me, still obscured by his hood and baggy robes. They looked like mage's robes, but it was hard to be certain.

I groaned and collapsed dramatically. "But I'm starving!"

That part wasn't a dramatization. The only things I could eat was one loaf of bread a week, and whatever fish City-Swimmer was able to catch, which was usually one or two Cyrodilic Spadetails from the city canals (which are tiny and full of bones) per day. My ribs jutted out from my stomach, and my face felt hollow and thin. Even my coat had taken a toll- its leopard-print spots had dulled from a black to a dark, muddled brown, and it no longer shone golden like it once had. Things had been rough since City-Swimmer's Sneak training hadn't been bringing as many customers as it once had. '