I follow you back to your home. We stop at your door, and you look into your home tears falling from your face like a river.
"Please... I know...I know you hate me... but please I can't... can't be alone tonight. "
I scoop you into my arms and you yelp but snuggle into my chest.
"I don't hate you. I always will and always have loved you. "
I step through your home carrying you to your room. Seeing that you've cried yourself to sleep, I take a blanket from your bed and sit in a chair in your room. Covering us in the blanket and falling asleep.
I'm woken up by a loud crash then a very loud shout. Groaning I get up and walk downstairs. Seeing you cooking and throwing a letter into the fire, you're obviously very, very angry at something. I sit across from you. Staring.
"What!"
My eyes narrow and you grit your teeth before sighing. You keep cooking in silence. I lean back in the chair before speaking.
"What are you going to do now?"
You stop for a moment but stay silent.
"What is the great Dragonborn going to do now. Hmm? Rage and kill every dragon they see in revenge? Or maybe listen for once to their loving brother and his advice. "
You glare in hatred at me before I growl back in response. Standing to my full height and letting my vampire powers go. My eyes darken and deepen in color. My fangs extend out of my mouth and my nails grow to claws. But my voice. Deepens to a gravelly dark sound.
"No. You don't get to run from me now, you little fucking brat. You will listen and listen well.
You're full of rage and sorrow. You want revenge. If that's the path you take, then you will die alone. I will not follow that path."
I grab you by the throat and lift you off the floor. Your grey eyes piercing mine.
"No dear sister... you have two options. Revenge. Die alone in rage and misery.
Or... you can give it up. Yes, kill the dragons whatever... but don't let it consume you. We...WE finish your journey. And maybe... maybe you might find that I've already forgiven you. "
I drop you to the floor and you crumple. Shaking in anger and sadness, your hands grip at your scalp. I sit and watch your stew cook. Stirring it occasionally.
"G.... get out..." You grit out.
I look up at you and roll my eyes.
"No."
I see the rage build in your eyes once again, and just before you speak, I interrupt.
"What are you going to do. Shout at the only person who understands? Shout me to death? You couldn't hurt me if you tried. "
"Yol tur shul!"
I place my hand in front of me and absorb the wall of fire from your shout. Standing again.
"See you can't do anything to me. Nothing. You have one last chance. Before I leave forever. "
My entire being disintegrates, leaving behind a lone message left on the chair.
'I forgive you. I understand and I'm sorry for how I've treated you. You're going down a dark path, and I hope... you pick a different one. I will walk with you till death takes us. Burn this when you've chosen your path, and I will return.'
