Dawn Walker (On Hold)

Prolouge
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Fangs....just teeth buried down the side of my neck...Why is this happening to me? Did I deserve to become some nest brooding cattle? I remember how this all began.

-Flashback-

"Yo Vlad!" Larkson calls out for my name. Of course he'd summon me to a bar late this evening its just so like him. What wouldve been strange is if he'd decided not to head to the pub. I slowly make my way towards him avoiding contact from the other people who were in the pub. Mostly men since its a Wednesday and every first Wednesday of the month here in Jörvask means free beer thus the huge, happy supply of people.

"I told you not to call me by my first name Larkson.." I sigh and take empty seat beside him. Larkson wasnt that much of a thinker as he was a Looker. Hazel brown eyes long blond hair that he had tied into a ponytail , scruffy beard not too long but visible, And the facial features that you'd only find on the higher class lords.

"Like i'd care, Vladimyr Erick Addenor" He did not just spout out my full name in a bar filled with whores and drunk men...not that i'd care but...thats still a treason of privacy. "You should have some fun man! its the first Frostfall of the month!" He exclaims.

"Err...Larkson what the hell are you doing?" I say feeling a little irritated. He begins to call on one of the barmaids who immediately catches my eye. Im instantly mesmerized by her looks. She comes closer to me and I begin to feel fluttery. Larkson hands her a few gold pieces and tells us to have fun.

She only smiles at me and tugs at me to go upstairs with her...I couldnt resist

-Flashback over-

Now here I am...teeth burrowed deep into my neck and I hear footsteps she immediately stops and prepares herself, my blood still pouring from her mouth. Suddenly something flies past. An arrow? I look at it closed feeling weak. Theres a symbol on the arrow...A small white deer carved into the wood..But then darkness would overcome my senses.

I pass out...