Skyrim One-Shots

Veezara x Reader ~A Contract~

You sat in your living room, staring off into the small cup of water you had in front of you on the table.

Any minute now, and you'd be dead.

You knew it. Those you have considered as friends betrayed you and called upon the Dark Brotherhood to gain your inheritance, thinking they could pull off their little scheme without a hitch and have all your money, land, and things by the fortnight.

As much as it hurt, you knew it was coming. It always came. You never had anyone to count on- never had anyone to trust when all people saw was wealth. The greed that glinted in their eyes as you reluctantly showed your home off, as you forced a smile only to drop it when they left.

It wasn't always like this.

You once had friends who rose to the top with you; fighting for each septim they deserved. You once were a mercenary, someone fierce and not to be reckoned with.

But now, you were a shell. The friends you once had were dead. The people you knew forgot about you, not even trying to search.

And so, you didn't search for them. 

You used to be a legend. Kids would run up to you and hug your legs, asking for a souvenir of some sort. People used to stare in awe as you walked by with your dark, scratched armor and gleaming swords.

Now you were merely a ghost on the streets, whispering and wishing of the glory and fame and love you once had.

The hole in your chest grew deeper day by day, numbness filling the parts of your heart that used to be so lively. There was never anything new here, never anything different. You did the same routine every damn day.

You were tired of this. 

You did not feel like a person, merely a walking body.

Death would be a kindness at this point of hopelessness.

You remembered when you were so bright and kind, playful and witty.

You remembered it.

You did not try to touch it, try to reach out for that small vision of hope. You would not be able to reach it.

There was a near-silent thud behind you, echoed only because of the old planks of wood that was your floors.

You moved a hand to grasp your water, taking a small sip of it before setting it back down.

The assassin behind you seemed to hesitate.

"Come on," you murmured, not glancing back. "Get it over and done with, will you?"

Still, there wasn't a movement your keen ears could hear.

"I know you," came the rather familiar rasp. An Argonian.

Something about it you recognized, but you could not put a face to the voice, or a name for that matter.

"Many people think they do," you answered quietly.

Footsteps neared, not even trying to be quiet. 

"I know you. You were the Listener- the Dragonborn. You still are."

You shook your head. "No, I am neither of those things."

There was a shuffle of movement before his face came into view. 

"We searched for you-" he choked out, "for months."

"You... No, that cannot be right."

"Months, ____. Where have you been? Here?"

"Among other places," you answered softly.

"Why didn't you come back?! Why didn't you-"

You shook your head. "I can't fight, Veezara. I can barely walk. I can barely be awake for more than 6 hours before I shut down. I lost all dexterity in every part of my body."

Silence followed.

"I know you mean the best, my old friend, but I am no longer what I once was."

"Please," he murmured, "come back to the Sanctuary. You can stay there, work out all the jobs, do-"

"Veezara, don't do this to yourself," you warn.

"You don't have to die!" he barked.

"Do you know how it feels to live like this? To barely be able to take care of myself when I once was perfectly capable of it and more?" you shook your head. "This isn't living."

"You... You can't," he forced out, "at least say goodbye to-"

"I'd rather them remember me as the person I was than this."

He swallowed thickly.

"I can't kill you."

"Yes, you can."

Veezara gave you a torn look. 

You smiled weakly, the first one in years. "I know you have poisons, Veezara."

He shook his head rapidly, "You're not dying like that."

"A blade to my throat? A stab to my heart? Tell me, my friend, how you would be able to do that when you tremble at the mere thought of handing me poison?"

After a moment of complete silence, he reached into the bag he had on his back, pulling out a small bottle and placing it on the table.

"Go, Veezara," you assured quietly, "thank you."

"I'm sorry," he choked out, bringing a scaled hand to his face as he started to step away.

"Wait!" you bark out abruptly, "bring Babette here, and bring her quick. I won't drink the poison, but go!"

His eyes widened, but he shot off, running like hell out the side door.

The Sanctuary wasn't far off. He'd be back in a few hours, you'd guess.

For now, however, you'd wait.

After all, from what the small vampire had told you, becoming a vampire cures almost all major nerve and or muscle damage simply because of the process the human body goes through.

Your blood started to pump in your veins.

A fire flickered in that emptiness.

Maybe you still could fight.

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2 days until the smut book is published!

Thanks for the request for this chapter! I think it might be the best Veezara one yet! 

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Alright! 

Dani out,

Adieu!