This is a fan fiction about my favourite character. I started writing the story of his life about 2 years ago and I planned to go from start to finish skipping the boring bits out of course. However I never really got round to finishing it or writing the section of his life that I really wanted to write. So here it is. I love writing and I love this character, but as I plan to one day write stories some constructive critisism would be appreciated. I don't know if the length will put anyone off, but if you do decide that you're bored and need entertaining and you do read it then thank you for taking the time to read it
Be cruel or be kind, but I would like some sort of a response if you don't mind writing a few words.

Chapter One
The back door had been left ajar and every few minutes the gentle wind would push it so that is tapped against the door frame. One hour previously someone had crept into the house, someone who had the patience to wait for the right moment. Now the light of the waning moon was the only thing that lit the inside of the house, illuminating edges and shapes and leaving everything else in darkness.
The owner of the house was a dunmer man living on the outskirts of Ald-ruhn, he was an old man, and he also trained guars which he then sold to merchants and travellers. Fortunately for him the vampire in his house was not on a mission to kill.
The dunmer shivered as something cold swept past his bed but he did not stir from sleep, instead his dreams took a turn for a worst as cold fingers were placed upon his neck and two pointed fangs pierced his skin. The cold was numbing the bitten area, so the sleeper was not woken. Blood was slowly svcked out from the man's artery, causing less and less blood to reach his brain. The sleeper slipped into unconsciousness, but he would regain consciousness and be perfectly alright in the morning.
The vampire straightened up and put his fingers over the bite marks whispering the words for healing vampire bite wounds, the man would not be infected, he wouldn't even know what had happened to him.
The vampire silently turned away from the unconscious old man and left, careful to lock the door as it had been before he came in.

Outside in the moonlight his features were more visible; a tall slim man stood outside the house, he had high cheek bones and pale skin, his face was gaunt, and his thin but slightly muscular body was clad in a black leather, a cuirass, rough leather trousers, and a piece of thick black cloth tied around his middle as though it was a cape for his legs from the waist down. Chunky black boots adorned his feet as well as a hood which covered his soft silver hair. However the most distinguished of his features was his eyes, one was pale blue in colour and the other was completely white, no iris no pupil just white. It was how he had obtained his nick name: Moon-Eye. Past the nickname of Moon-Eye, the vampires name was Sirius, one of the oldest vampires to have lived, there were but one or two others beating him in age and one of them happened to be his very close friend; Valiarie, (val- ee- air- ree) who was also staying in Ald-ruhn with him.
With one smooth movement he raised his hand and wiped the tiny trickle of blood from the corner of his lip and he began to head back to the inn he was staying in that night. Not many roamed the streets at this hour except for the occasional drunkard trying to make their way home.


Sirius pushed open the door to the inn and nodded to the bar tender, he was about to walk up the stairs to his room but something, or rather someone caught his eye. At the bar sat a woman.
Sirius took his hood down and sat down at the opposite side of the bar.
"Bottle of flinn if you please." He muttered into the quietness of the empty room. He was not the sort of person to stop and stare and ladies, especially ones that weren't vampires, but this dunmer woman had such an aura around her that he suddenly couldn't focus on anything else.
She had ashen skin and crimson hair to match her red eyes. Her face was beautifully heart shaped and her body appeared to be quite skinny, as though she hadn't eaten for days. But that didn't make sense since she wasn't wearing beggar's clothes, what the dunmer was wearing; was a finely made purpley red dress with blue stitching, it was open shouldered and came into a shallow V shape just before the top of her cleavage and the skirt draqed down to her ankles.
She clutched the glass in front of her nervously and took a long gulp of whatever it was she was drinking. "It's not often that you see a woman like yourself drinking at this hour." Sirius said breaking the silence.
She looked at him sideways, her eyes studying him like an animal.
"No it's not." She replied simply before finishing her drink and motioning to the bar tender for another.
"I've not known many ladies to drink like you either." He said with a smile.
"I've had plenty of practice," She paused and downed half her glass "It's not really a skill, you just do it."
Sirius laughed, and watched her down the rest of her drink.
"This one's on me." He smiled, handing the bar-tender some coins "And I'll have what she's having."
"Flow. My name is flow." The woman said as she smiled. It did the most peculiar thing, that smile lit up her face, turning her from a depressed looking woman into the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Suddenly he could not take his eyes off that perfect face, the shape of her jaw line, her soft lips and those white teeth.

Sirius raised his glass, as though to propose a toast and so did Flow and then in unison they both drank from their glasses and Sirius was surprised to find they were drinking Ancient Dagoth brandy, the taste was raw and burned his throat and he grimaced as he put the glass down on the bar.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Flow" Sirius spoke before bowing his head and bringing his gaze back up to look at her. "My name is Sirius."
"Sirius...." Flow whispered as through trying it out on her tongue. "Unusual name for a Mystic elf."
"Good guess." Sirius grinned, he was indeed a mystic elf.
"Well, you're much too tall to be a bosmer, you could be a high elf but you don't have that general air of superiority that they walk around with, and you're definitely the wrong colour to be a dunmer." Flow giggled as she got the end of her sentence, the drink seemed to be going straight to her head. "I must say, I've lived in Ald'ruhn all my life and I have never before seen you here. You must be working for someone, or you're new in town."
"Neither of those are true." Sirius said truthfully "I've been here before, but a long time ago and I am my own boss, I don't work for anyone else."
"Oh really? What do you do?" Flow asked curiously, staring over her glass at him as she took a sip. Sirius hated it when people asked him this, especially strangers, it meant he had to lie or bend the truth. Luckily by now he was so used to it he could now think up new stories about himself on the spot.

"I work with some outcasts based in the Jeral Mountains I lead them and make sure we are safe from dangers which often brings my work to other parts of Tamriel." Sirius spoke smoothly
"What kind of outcasts?" Flow's eyes became thinner as though she was suddenly studying him.
"Diseased ones." Sirius let his fangs be seen, only for a second and finished the ancient Dagoth brandy left in his glass. For some reason he did not feel the need to hide the fact that he was a vampire from her. For a split second her eyes seemed to deepen, like a veil being lifted and he could see all the thoughts flying about in her head and then the veil came back down and her eyes returned to normal.
"Oh I see." She said in a tone that showed she understood but wasn't being obvious about it. "Do you want another drink?"
"More brandy, why not." Sirius replied with a grin, he began to reach for his coin pouch when Flow interrupted him
"Oh, let me pay for these ones." She protested
"I can't let a woman as beautiful as you pay for my drink, especially when we don't even know each other."
Flow blushed, and covered her mouth with her hand.
"You think.... I'm not beautiful." She stammered.
Sirius in response moved down the bar to sit next to her and handed over some coins to the bartender who placed another glass of Ancient Dagoth brandy in front of them. Flow immediately picked up her glass and downed half of it as she had done earlier.
Sirius' eyes moved over Flow, what had a woman looking like that got to be drinking about? She was still blushing from his compliment, clearly she had never been treated like this, she looked as though she came from a reasonably well off family perhaps she was due to be wed to someone she didn't love and this was where she came to escape. There were a million possibilities, but Flow was like a puzzle to him and he wanted to solve her. She was intriguing and unlike any woman he had ever met before there was something behind the depressed girl, something wild and unseen by most people.
"I ought to be getting back." Flow said, hopping off her seat and falling sideways onto Sirius. He stood up instantly and caught her by the shoulders.
"I'll walk you back." He said kindly but firmly
"There's no need I'll be fine." She insisted drawing back from him and stumbling.
"I beg to differ."
She studied him again through hazy eyes "Alright, I live in that big mushroom thingy in the middle of the plaza."
"Under-skar?"
"That's what I meant." Flow replied, pointing drunkenly at Sirius' chest. He let out a sigh, with his eyes gazing at her almost helpless face and picked her up, hardly straining a muscle. She gasped and put her arms round his neck letting him carry her to the Skar. When they reached the door she hopped down and managed to keep her balance.
"I don't think my household will be too pleased to see me with someone. I can get to my manor from here."
"I'm staying at that inn for a few nights, should you need me." He said reassuringly. She looked up at him and blinked, the corner of her mouth twitched into a smile and then she turned and stumbled into the outside of the manor, Sirius watched her until she was out of sight and then headed back to the inn.

When in his room, he sat down at the table and took out his silver wakizashi and started wiping the blade with a cloth and a touch of sload soap. It was a very important weapon to him he had had it since he was 11, stealing it from the man who turned him into a vampire and he remembered it well:

At the age of eleven, he was so good at sneaking and pick pocketing people that he could do it completely undetected, and take anything he wanted. One day a merchant with horse came passing through the city. He had long black hair that looked as though it had never been washed or brushed. It was a think tangled mass that also had twigs and leaves in. The merchant looked as though he had literally walked through a thick forest and still had most of it attached to his body, hair and clothes. The merchant's appearance intrigued Sirius, who followed the merchant and his horse, keeping to the shadows. The merchant seemed reluctant to leave the horse but he also looked as though he was in desperate need to' relieve himself' so he walked down to the sewers, leaving the horse tethered to a lamp post nearby.
Sirius could not miss out on this oppertunity. He ran forwards, staying low to the ground and opened the saddle bags attached to the horse. Inside there were jewels of all colours, light reflected in them making them appear to be giving out light of their own. Among the jewels were coins, bits of silver, iron and gold. He dug around and buried at the bottom of the sack was a silver wakizashi. He pulled it out, and hid in under his shirt before running as quickly as possible to a space in the temple basemant that no one else seemed to know anything about.
He unsheathed the wakizashi and noticed immediately that it had an eerie glow, the blade was enchanted, but with what?
Sheathing the blade again, and hiding it under his shirt, he ran back home and placed it under his pillow.

When he reached the age of seventeen, he was desperate to move out of the house. His twin half brothers who were 15 years old, had signed up to join the imperial legion to fight for the empire. And their parents were proud of them, leaving Sirius yet again feeling unwanted unworthy and neglected. He hated his family and the house, he felt constantly trapped inside it, even the city was beginning to lose its appeal.
One day Sirius was waiting in the shadows, just watching the people of Mournhold, keeping a lookout for a merchant who looked like he had some good wares to sell, when he heard a voice behind him.
"I've been watching you for a while now." It said "You have real talent, and I have a deal I'd like to make with you." Sirius turned round and saw that it was the merchant who he stolen the silver wakizashi from 6 years ago, but now his hair was sleek, and shiny rather than the tangled mess it had been last time.
"I'm listening." Sirius said, intrigued but also rather scared incase the man wanted to harm him.
"It was you who stole that blade from me, wasn't it? But I do not mind, it was a test. You see from the moment you were born the Dark Blood guild new of your existence, they sent me to pass through Mourhold with a blade. If you took it, then you would be worthy of joining the guild, if you didn't then I was meant to pass through and never return. However, you took the blade a lot quicker than I imagined you would, you have some real talent." His face broke into a smile
Sirius looked at the man's beaming face, there seemed to be something a little less human about him. "So I'm in this new guild am I?" he asked
"Yes, but there is one other thing, that is required of you, I sure you will agree to it" He suddenly fell silent, as a Dummer woman walked right past them. "I was sent again to give you the gift that you must have to join us."
Sirius looked at him, waiting for him to continue. "What kind of gift?"
"Vampirism. You were marked down as a member from birth. Now if you agree, I am to visit you in your house tonight, and bite you, you will not wake, or even feel the bite, when you wake you will feel tired but that is merely part of the disease before vampirism sets itself in your veins. After 3 days you will be called a vampire, and I will wait by the statue in the Plaza Brindisi Dorom on the third day and you will meet me there."
Sirius nodded, "I want this gift." he said thinking it over "Yes, I would like you to make me a vampire."
"Good. I will visit you tonight, in your sleep.

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That night Sirius lay down in his bed, he tried and tried but could not sleep. He could not stop thinking about what was going to happen, it was so exciting and nerve racking at the same time. There was no going back. After hours and hours of lying awake, he felt something cold move into the room. He shut his eyes tight, pretending to be asleep.
"It's ok, I know you're awake" Said the vampires voice softly. Sirius opened his eyes a bit and saw teeth shining in the moonlight that was falling in from his open window. Sirius froze, but he wasn't scared. Cold hands touched his neck and lifted his silver hair out the way. It felt as though two icicles were being pushed deep into his neck. They were freezing, and numbed his flesh even though he knew what they were fear gripped him. His entire body tensed up and the icy sensation paralyzed him. When the fangs had left his body, blood trickled down his neck.
"I'll clear it up for you." The vampire spoke softly. Then a hand press upon his neck again, and his skin was healed of the wounds but the ice cold feeling was now spreading though his body.

When he awoke, he felt shaky. He wasn't tired as though he wanted to sleep, but his body was fatigued, it hurt to try and lift his arms, and he didn't seem to be able to get up.
It was one of those events Sirius had never forgotten; the detail of that memory was so precise. There was a gentle knock at the door and Sirius looked up to see his close friend enter the room. Valiarie still had the same long waist length straight black hair that he had done when he had first stopped Sirius in Mournhold market place although at the moment it was tied in a long neat plait which he did to keep it out of the way. He had a stern face with a square jaw and bright eyes, yet there was something kind in his face, something trustworthy but then maybe Sirius only put that there because he had known Valiarie for such a long time. On his back was a large elven claymore, Valiarie's favourite weapon.
"Will you be ready in the morning Sirius? If we can leave just before sun rises we should be able to get to the cave to sort those hunters out."
"They won't expect us during the day." Sirius sneered. They had been tracking these hunters for about a decade. They were highly skilled in not being detected or traced and weren't too bad at fighting either. Sirius has seen them rip young vampires apart with ease; the numbers of the Dark Blood guild had gone steadily downwards in the past ten years and now Valiarie and Sirius had finally managed to track their base to an abandoned ebony mine near Ald'ruhn.
"I'll meet you downstairs in a few hours then." Valiarie replied before leaving the room. Sirius nodded and sheathed his wakizashi, as he looked out the window at the clear night sky. Flow was in his mind.


~Thank you for reading chapter one ~

*GASP* Flow! I knew it as soon as I read about her, even before the name, it had to be Flow! Derra's had to work hard to contend with her, and still hasn't managed to come close to living up to her.

I recognised the flashback: you've written it before, haven't you? Or am I completely wrong?

But yeah: really good. I'm a huge Sirius fan, so you know I'll be reading this. More please!

I must say, i've been anxiously waiting for this for a while, and it was quite the read

I'm sure to follow this one for sure, keep it up :goodjob:

Few grammar/spelling errors, but to be honest, all professional writers make these errors. If they didn't, editors would be out of jobs. So I wouldn't worry about it.

But a little tid bit of suggestion. In your second paragraph (presuming each spacing between blocks of text constitutes a paragraph) you might want to take the last line, about Sirius' true name, and put it right after the introduction of his nickname. It'll make the sentences flow together a little better.

I've always held the idea that good writing flows, rather than steps, through sentences. A period becomes more of a pause, than a stop. Paragraphs become the stop, commas are brief pauses, and periods are simple pauses. Each sentence transitions into the next, giving it a smooth feel as you read.

But this is just my opinion, and honestly it is hard to hold to this constantly. You did a good job on it during many parts, though. I often have my own blocky paragraphs myself, so don't think I'm telling you your writing isn't good simply because you lost the smooth flow during sections.

Because, overall, what matters is that you held my attention, regardless of the sentence structuring. That's what truly makes it good.

Here is the second chapter. I found it difficult to find a cut off point where I could end the chapter so that it didn't become too long. I'm not sure if it's just me but time seems to move abnormally fast in this chapter... or maybe my veiw of it is slightly warped since I wrote it and you can never really be sure when it's your own work. Either way soemthing doesn't quite feel right about chapter two, but I can't put my fingure on it.

Chapter Two

Sirius had been sat downstairs sipping water for a good hour before Valiarie finally showed his face. Vampires didn't need to sleep but can let themselves fall into slumber if they want to and Valiarie loved to sleep, so much so that he often slept longer than most mortal men did. Sirius usually found it amusing but he was on edge today. 10 years they had been tracking down these hunters. 10 entire years he had had seen them come out of nowhere and kill the younger vampires off, each time leaving him more and more hurt. A decade in most cases was nothing really to Sirius, he had been alive that long. But time tended to play tricks with him now sometimes years and years would flash by, and other times a week could drag on for what felt like as long as a century. These 10 years had been long ones, and they were finally coming to an end.

"We have to move you lazy guar." Sirius mocked, looking up at Valiarie making his way down the wooden stairs.
"Oh shut up you moany old goat."
The two vampires smiled, shaking their heads at each other before leaving the inn and pulling up their hoods.

It was a beautiful morning although the sun had not yet risen the sky was almost a perfect spectrum of colours ranging from deep navy blue in the west all the way to a golden pink in the east, a few fluffy clouds were spread through the sky still deciding if they should gather into a huge grey mass and rain or if they should float on by.
"Have you got the map?" Valiarie asked, turning expectedly to Sirius.
"Indeed. It's right here." He replied pulling a slightly battered looking piece of folded parchment from a pocket on the left side of his cuirass. He unfolded it and ran his finger along the ink markings that the Dark Blood guild's cartographer had drawn there several years ago.
The entrance to the cave was marked with a small black cross slightly South East of Bal Isra and north of Ald-ruhn.
"That looks like it might be a little tricky to find."
"We'll get there. I'm not putting the last decade to waste now." Sirius said heavily, thinking of all the vampiric lives that had been lost.
"What's our cover story?" Valiarie asked, with a cheeky grin. Every time they were travelling through a town together they made up silly cover stories in case someone thought them suspicious and called the guards.
Sirius suppressed his laughter as best he could, "How about you are Jacob the part orc who is looking for treasure and I am the mage that accompanies you?"
"Part orc?" Valiarie snorted
"If I squint with my eyes I can almost make your face look orcish."
Valiarie punched Sirius just below the shoulder
"Now you're just behaving like an orc."
"No... no... no... stop." Valiarie pleaded between fits of laughter "I'll be the guide ad you can be the abnormally large bosmer who needs showing around Vvardenfel."
That idea was so absurd that neither of them could contain themselves. Sirius was a good head taller than Valiarie reaching six feet in height, and given that wood elves were nowhere near that height the notion that Sirius was a wood elf just didn't seem logical at all. Sirius was actually a rare mystic elf, they were a dying race and were spread evenly amongst all other races.

They were soon out of the city walking across the crusty red and grey rock with a light sand storm hindering their progress. For a few minutes everything would lie still and clear and then a sudden gust would cause both vampires to cover their eyes with their arms and turn their faces away from the wind.
"Are we going to split, or stick together when we find the cave?" Sirius asked, spitting out a mouthful of sand.
"I think we ought to fight together. I'll do my warrior thing and you can strike from the shadows as usual." They made excellent partners, Valiarie usually dived into a fight head first, holding his claymore at the ready while Sirius stuck to killing enemies off from afar or a little way off from where the fight was taking place with a bow and arrow or hiding until the best possible moment and then leaping out and either stabbing the enemy in a place that killed them instantly or if that was not possible engaging them in combat.
"Good, we can watch each other's backs as well" Sirius muttered, looking around and reaching down to his right side where a silver katana hung from his belt, if necessary he was experienced in double handed swordplay.

"There." Sirius hissed, pointing to a figure standing near some blackened trees. The figure held a pouch in one hand and swung it to and fro to pass the time. Soon another figure walked up to the first one and they stood, very formally talking for a few minutes before the pouch was handed over and the figures parted ways.
"They have to be hunters." Valiarie muttered. The vampires walked closer and behind them the sun peeked over the horizon suddenly casting its golden rays over the landscape and creating long early morning shadows.
"I'll get that one." Sirius whispered, pointing to the one who had handed the pouch over. Valiarie nodded and bent into a crouch watching as Sirius slunk off keeping to the long shadows until he was a few feet from the figure. Close up, he realised it was a woman. She had her hair done up in a tight blond bun and wore boiled netch armour. At her side was a sharpened axe.
Suddenly a gust of wind blew sand into their faces and Sirius stopped moving, and half closed his eyes, making sure he could still see the woman. She covered her face with her arms and spluttered her mouth obviously full of sand.
This was an opportunity not to be missed. In a swift movement his silver wakizashi was in his hand and at her neck, his other arm wrapped around her arms and torso to hold her still.
"Who was the other person?" Sirius hissed into her ear. Between his body and his arm she had started shaking.
"Why should I tell you?"
"Because I have both my fangs and my weapon to your neck."
She hesitated and tried to get a grip on her axe. But Sirius gripped her wrist with his cold fingers, and such was the strength in him that she could not move.
"You're him aren't you? The one we've been looking for."
"And what would you want with me?"
"You've caused a lot of trouble."
Sirius opened his mouth and pressed his two fangs against her skin.
"I'm doing what is right. Vampires hurt people." She protested.
Sirius couldn't help but let out a haunting laugh.
"One thing time has taught me, is that the common concept of good is wrong. You see if you think that good is ridding the world of vampires and things that hurt humans, you have quite a challenge on your hands."
"And I suppose you know what 'good' is do you?"
"Oh no, of course not, but what most people believe to be right.... isn't." Sirius said bluntly. And with that he drew his blade across her throat and let her fall to the ground. He bent down and wiped the blood off his blade on her armour before standing up and looking for Valiarie.
"That was smooth. Not sure what all the talk about 'good' was meant to be." Valiarie said sternly looking down at the dead body which now had blood seeping from it and filling the cracks in the ground.
Sirius frowned at Valiarie as another gust of wind blew sand about them and did not reply.
"Well it wasn't exactly needed, a speech on what good is to someone who is about to die?"
Sirius ignored his friend and sheathed his wakizashi.
"She seemed to be on guard. The entrance is probably close."
Now it was Valiarie's turn to glower as he saw his comment being ignored. Immortality is a blessing and a curse, it meant that vampires could not afford to take every insult to heart; they could not allow themselves to hate anything because the power of hate can feed on itself and grow into something that is easy to lose control of. Hate had gotten the better of many vampires in history, causing them to lose their own lives or even turn their hate on a friend and lose them. The safest thing for an immortal to do was to accept what had been said or done and forget it.

"I'll check this way." Valiarie said after a moment's pause, before sneaking towards what looked like a perfect place to stick a cave door. Sirius checked in the opposite direction, his eyes were waiting for the slightest movement, ready to see what it was. Suddenly a huge gust of wind came, bringing with it great clouds of sand and dirt, Sirius shut his eyes tight he could not afford to be blinded by the sand scratching the lens' of his eyes. The morning which has started out clear was slowly changing into a sand storm. When the wind has passed red clouds were already gathering in clumps in the sky.
With a blank look Sirius removed his bow from his back and took an arrow holding it against the shaft so that it was half strung. He moved his feet very precisely, one in front of the other at a slight angle, the bow and arrow pointing downwards. There was a figure, quite a distant figure now, so far that he wouldn't have a chance of hitting it with an arrow. Sirius could make out something swinging in its hand which he assumed to be the pouch from earlier. He continued to creep forwards, straining his ears to listen for voices. He heard clanging not too far away the sound was of swords being brought against each other, the heavy swing of the claymore through the air against a lighter faster long sword..... Valiare was in a fight.
The silver haired vampire let the sounds of fighting wash over him Valiarie was perfectly capable of looking after himself. The figure, that was still visible, made him think of Flow for some reason; perhaps it was the mystery of it. Flow was a mysterious lady, behind the playful little girl there was a wounded woman. Sirius longed to unravel the mystery. To find out who she was, the woman with crimson hair and ash coloured skin.
Sirius detected a whistling in the air, and an instant later an arrow landed to the right of him, he instinctively side rolled to the left and stood up looking at where the arrow had come from.
Two figures were standing on a rock, both were holding longbows. Sirius' lips curled into a snarl, so they had look- outs watching the entrance did they? The figure on the left strung his bow, but another gust of wind and sand interrupted him. The wind would blow his arrow of course if he shot it. Sirius watched as the whirling clouds of sand and dust came towards him, first engulfing the city of Ald-Ruhn, and then the rocky outcrop where the rangers were standing. Bracing himself he ran at the storm, the rangers would have to be dispatched since they could alert the rest of the hunters to his presence. The wind did not die down as quickly this time, and as Sirius reached the rocky outcrop he realised the two rangers had gone.
Sirius cursed inside his head, he would have to track them now.... that was unless they were planning to lead him into a trap.
He paused for a moment, his only advantage had been that the hunters would not expect himself and Valiarie to be here. Tracking two men in a storm when he knew nothing about them, and had never caught their scent would prove difficult and probably fruitless, especially when a storm was about to rage upon them it would remove foot prints and smells in the wind. It would be no use, his best bet would be to return to Valiarie and go into the cave as planned.
When he located the place Valiarie had headed for the first thing that struck him was the lack of sword fighting sounds, and the lack of speech. As Sirius explored he could find no sign that Valiarie had even been there. The wind showed no signs of dying down now in fact it seemed to be getting more aggressive. The door they had been searching for was just in front of him and Sirius hurried inside.

Inside the confines of the cave the sand storm outside seemed far away. Shadows filled the walls like black ghosts. But knowing how to conceal himself Sirius made sure his silver hair was covered with his hood and slunk along the shadowy passage ways keeping his senses alert and his mind ready, his fingers twitched with energy, in less than a second he could strike an enemy dead.
"Did you get him?"
"Caniro managed it really."
Sirius stopped dead in his tracks as voices crept along the passages to him.
"So you did get him."
"Well I think we did but I didn't think the leader of their guild had black hair."
There was a loud sigh
"He doesn't. You got the wrong man you idiot." A sound like skin across skin sounded, and Sirius assumed one of them had just been slapped.
"Well getting one is better than none isn't it?"
"You have a point. We should question him."
"If we question him someone might come to his rescue.... which could work to either our advantage or disadvantage. We could lay a trap for the rescue team or there may be too many, if this man is important and we could be overwhelmed."
"We won't be able to keep a vampire under control for long, especially if he lets bloodlust come over him, I expect none of us will stand a chance."
"So you think we should kill him?"
"Well it would be less trouble for us."

During their conversation Sirius had edged closer to where they were talking, he held his bow and arrow in his hands, peering just slightly round a corner he could see two men dressed in more boiled netch armour with helmets under their arms. He would be able to get a perfect shot to the head for one of them, but the other would likely escape and warn others of another vampire presence. He decided the best course of action would be to wait out the remainder of the conversation. The less lives lost the better. That was something Sirius had come to realise over the years, whenever someone died someone else got hurt.
"Can I speak to him before we dispose of him?"
"Of course, I'll take you to him."
Sirius felt a leap in his stomach that they were going to lead him right to where they were keeping Valiarie.
"No you will not!" Said another, third voice. "The vampire we have as a captive was one of two vampires. They know where the door is and the other one will surely come looking for his friend, since he doesn't know what we have done to him."
Anger filled Sirius. These hunters were not to be underestimated; Sirius had learnt that the hard way. However Valiarie had one thing defending him and that was his age and experience. Both he and Sirius had been held prisoner many times before and had suffered varying punishments, ranging from pretty pathetic attempts all the way to things that had almost killed them both. Valiarie would not be brought down easily.
"Neither will we kill him yet, we need information from him as well as luring his 'friend' back here."
"That is wise indeed." Said the first man who had spoken.
"That is why I am captain and you are merely a soldier. You'd better swap your weapons you know, I have no idea why you two are still carrying around those steel swords, we had some more silver ones brought to us a week ago.
"We'll go and change them now sir." There was a sound of leather on leather as the two soldiers saluted and left the cave room. The captain let out a sigh and sat down and leaned over a man on the table in front of him. Sirius would be able to shoot him right through the head and kill him now, but he doubted he would be able to remove the body without drawing attention to himself, and it would clash with his earlier decision about the least blood loss the better. One of his specialities now was words and logic, perhaps words would win for the moment.

Sirius put his bow and arrow on his back and stepped from the shadows and pulled down his hood so that his pale eye was visible.
"You are looking for me are you not?"
The Captain looked up, startled at first and then a deep hatred entered his eyes. He quickly stood up.
"Don't be so hasty with your hate." Sirius warned with genuine concern. "It can lead to unwanted consequences."
"Don't think you can snake your way out of this with words Moon-Eye."
"I am not trying to snake my way out of anything. I have lived long and learned a lot, I know that killing something simply because you can is wrong. I do not encourage this practise within The Dark Blood guild, in fact, killing because you can in frowned upon. We only take what we need and seal the wound with a simple spell."
"How can I trust anything you say? You are nothing to me but a dead body with a tormented soul living inside it"
"Perhaps you are wrong, perhaps you are right... and maybe I speak the truth, but maybe I lie. How can you be sure of anything?"
"I know enough not to trust a vampire."
"Ah but what if trusting a vampire could save your life? The possibilities are endless."
The captain seemed to falter for a moment or two, his eyes looking sideways at the cave wall as though lost in thought. Realising he was open to an attack his eyes were instantly back on Sirius' face.
"What is your name? I would have you tell me so that we can converse in a more civil manner."
"Aren't you going to kill me? That is all I have seen of your type." He seemed to spit the last word out as though that would cause the vampiric disease itself.
"It is easy to make the mistake of assuming all vampires are the same. What if I had only ever seen the soldiers of the empire and never any civilians? I could quite happily assume all humans and elves were like the empires soldiers. It doesn't do anyone any good to make general assumptions like that you know. Now kindly tell me your name."
The captain looked at a loss for words, Sirius was obviously not what he had expected at all. It seemed as if he had prepared himself for a bloodthirsty, merciless killer. Which Sirius had been at one time, but he was not that way now.
"Harron Thurst.... Captain Harron Thurst to you."
Sirius nodded and looked thoughtfully at Harron. He seemed like a man he'd be able to reason with.
"We have our new swords... cap... tain." A voice came down the passageway as the two soldiers from earlier appeared with silver swords at their waists but it trailed off as they entered the cave opening and saw Sirius standing there. Both of them looked at Sirius for a moment and then to Harron.
A hint of regret showed in Harron's face as he spoke.
"Get the others, we'll need them all take this monster down I can hold him off for a while." he commanded with such force that it was obvious to Sirius he was trying to conceal some sort of guilt.
Sirius sighed,
"If violence is the way you would have it human." He drew his katana ready to fight.

C'mon, keep writing. This story is one of the best ive seen in a long time

Thank You Derek, that made my day. :twirl:
I will write more as sson as I can, I really enjoy writing so it shouldn't be too long before I decide what should happen to him next. Thats one thing about writing, you can make anything you want happen.

It went at a decent pace if you ask me.

Dont you dare run out of ideas :flame:

I think the reason the second chapter didnt feel right is because it was really detailed, so it was long. But the boyz didnt accomplish much. But thats okay because your gonna keep writing :celebration:

Right

Well I've had a few months away from the Forums, but I came back and found this thread still in my signiture and it hadn't been deleted yet! I had actually forgotten about writing this, but as soonas I found it I had the desire to write more.
To anyone who read my fan fiction. I want to thank you again for reading it.

Here is Chapter 3!

Chapter 3

The Captain eyed Sirius nervously for a few moments, he watched Sirius' blank eye, the one as white as a full moon. The other soldiers quickly turned and ran for reinforcements.
"Listen to me." Harron spoke in a quivering voice. "You are not the sort of man I was expecting. I misjudged you. You're friend is at the very back of the cave, there are five mages holding him in place with a telekinesis spell. Let me walk free and I will never harm your kind again."
Sirius considered Harron for a moment, there was a fierce look upon his face and determination behind his words. The vampire stepped aside and let him pass.
"I will find you... don't leave Ald-Ruhn" Sirius threatened. The Captain nodded and ran, leaving Moon-Eye to fight the soldiers.

Eight Soldiers filed into the room, the stench of their sweat and adrenalin filled Sirius' nostrils, but he ignored it. He has met this smell many, many times before.
"Where did he go?" The soldier's asked each other while looking around blankly. The enemy vampire was nowhere to be seen.
Sirius leapt out from the shadows behind them and slashed his wakizashi across the back of one soldier's knees. It was a narrow target between the joins of the armour but Sirius' accuracy was impressive and well trained.
The soldier howled in agony as blood spurted all over Sirius' robes, hands and face. Before the soldiers could turn round fully, the blood stained vampire had already given another solider a fatal wound. Two down, six to go.
"Let's bring him down once and for all!" Shouted one of the men, the fact that Sirius was now dripping with dark blood increased their rage towards him. Angry battle shouts sounded from the soldier's mouths, filling the cave but Sirius was not in the least bit frightened he had been in much worse situations than this. In an instant Sirius' wakizashi had already been swiped across another soldier's neck, who dropped his weapon and clutched his throat trying to save himself. Again Moon-eye's wakizashi flashed and brought another solider to his knees also clutching his throat.
With a rather evil grin Sirius took out his katana in his other hand, one spotless blade in his left hand, and one blood stained blade in his right hand. Two soldiers on either side of him, brought their swords down as though to chop Sirius' arms off from the shoulders, but he lifted his blades above his head, and blocked both attacks with ease before pushing back with all his strength and knocking the men backwards so they had to regain their balance. The other two soldiers behind them weren't expecting this and clattered to the floor the sounds of their armour echoing through the cave. When they had struggled to their feet the four men ran at Sirius, swinging their silver swords threateningly. Sirius' eyes narrowed as he blocked both attacks from the soldiers on the left, kicked the man on the right hard in the chest and then blocked the last soldiers attack ready for the next wave of action.
Five men down, three to go.
The last three men were not put off fighting by the deaths of their comrades; in fact they seemed to be more determined to kill him. Sirius stood with his blades ready, a slight irritation in his mind, he wanted to get to Valiarie and these soldiers were more of a hindrance than a threat.
Suddenly one of the men shouted something and at least ten more armed soldiers ran in through the cave door. Sirius eyed them angrily, and let out a hiss.
Before the men could even ready themselves, Sirius crouched low on the ground and leapt forward with such force that his katana pierced the armour of one soldier and went straight through his body and out the other side. He quickly pulled the blade back, not bothering to cover himself from the fountain of blood now shooting five feet in the air. Before the men could react, Sirius repeated this action on the next solider and the next, blood had covered the stone floor and was running down his katana and up his arm. His eyes bore a hungry look, the look a vampire wears when they have surrendered themselves to bloodlust.
The tall blood covered vampire fought off the soldier's attacks, taking them down one by one removing their heads, stabbing them through the chest or slashing them across their necks and knees. When there were two men left, one of them shouted and ten more men ran in. Had Sirius been in his usuall state of mind he would have been annoyed but under the influence of blood lust he grinned demonically, more blood that was all that mattered.
Every time he brought the numbers down to two or three a man would yell and more solider would run in, after about an hour and a half Sirius was stood in front of the last solider and was surrounded by piles of dead bodies. The last man trembled he looked around at the numbers of dead and at the blood that covered Sirius from head to foot.
"You'll get what's coming to you, even if it's not from me." He murmured.
Sirius said nothing; all he could focus on was the sound of the man's heart beat which was incredibly loud to him. He could almost feel the blood pulsing round the soldiers body. With a clever flick and twist of the hand Sirius disarmed the soldier and leapt upon him, his fangs sinking into the soft flesh of the neck. The man screamed in agony but under the effects of bloodlust it was like music to Sirius' ears he pressed his fangs deeper and deeper, svcking as much blood as he could from the man's body until his screams subsided and then faded altogether.

Slowly Sirius straightened up, the bloodlust was ebbing away and he could feel his mind returning to normal. He was shocked at how many bodies there were lying around him and he suddenly noticed how covered he was in other people's blood. He felt ashamed of himself, he had not meant to kill so many. Every life was important no matter whom it belonged to and it was not for him to decide who lived or died. Just because he was a vampire with the power to end a life instantly it didn't mean it was the right thing to do.
He picked his weapons up off the floor, how many were dead? Twenty, Thirty, sixty? He did not need to count but he knew it was only a fraction of the vampire lives lost to this band of vampire hunters. His robe was so soaked through with blood that he peeled it off himself and managed to gather some non bloodied clothes from the dead soldiers at his feet. He made sure to wipe the blood from his face and from his blades. Crusty dried blood took forever to clean up.
Now that he was mostly clean of their blood, Sirius bowed his head taking a few moments of respect for the dead. It was a habit he had gotten into in the last few centuries as he had come to realise that no matter who you were in life, death brought everyone to a level ground. Kings were worth no more than beggars, and it was rude not to pay respect to the dead even if it was your enemy.

Sirius opened his eyes and tucked both his wakizashi and his katana into his belt and began rolling up his sleeves while walking in the direction from which the soldiers had joined the room. After the battle which had just taken place the rest of the caves were surprisingly quiet. Each cave was lit with torches but the thin tunnels between the caves were left in darkness. Occasionally Sirius would come across a bed roll, a chest and a book or two but other than that there was not much evidence that anyone lived in these caves at all.
He took a moment and sniffed the air, his senses were a lot stronger than a humans and he could smell the rock, and the strong scent of blood that kept wafting through the tunnels from his earlier battle as well as that however he could pick out a vague scent that belonged to Valiarie. It was the smell of his leather armour and the soap he used to wash his hair with...
Sirius had a private moment where he slapped himself in the face with his hand.
Why do I know the smell of my best friend's hair? That is incredibly homosixual for a man.
Sirius justified it by telling himself he had known Valiarie for roughly a millennia, and after knowing someone that long it was very difficult to forget what they smelt like. He followed the smell hopefully sniffing the air every now and then to make sure he was still going the right way. It was after another twenty minutes of cave wandering that he could hear voices.

"I bet you didn't expect to get yourself caught did you? You've been quite a challenge for us, as well as the rest of that vampire guild of yours. It's ok, we've got you now and if Moon-Eye behaves the way we expect him to, he'll come looking for you-"
The speaker was interrupted by what Sirius could only guess to be Valiarie spitting in his face.
"He has more sense than that." Valiarie had a calm voice considering the situation he was in.
"Oh I'm sure he does Black Blade (Black Blade was the name the vampire hunters had given to Valiarie because of his long sheets of black hair and the ebony long sword he usually wielded) But we shall wait and see."
Sirius hesitated. His plan had been to do what he could for Valiarie. Perhaps Valiarie had known that and was banking on the chance that Sirius would hear him say that.
"You see. Moon-Eye isn't who you think he is." Valiarie responded. "Vampire hunters have a very narrow view of vampires. We cannot help what we are we were made this way by the vampires that bit us our choices in life are very limited after that either we can embrace our fate or turn ourselves in and die."
"Anyone who embraces vampirism deserves to die."
Sirius was sick of listening to this conversation. He had had it with so many different people over the years yet it never seemed to do anything. Some people like himself did choose to become vampires but as Valiarie had just said the majority of vampires could not help what they were.
Having been in this situation an alarming number of times before Sirius could tell there would be no killing today. The hunter wanted to question Valiarie and keep him there until Sirius turned up to save him. He also knew that Valiarie was a strong man and would not give up information about anyone or anything to do with the Dark Blood guild easily; therefore it was safe for him, and probably more sensible for him to go back to Ald-Ruhn and wait reinforcements.
Before He and Valiarie had left they had made sure that five more vampires would follow them for back-up in case anything should go wrong.

He turned silently and ran from the cave, through the many tunnels and caverns past the cave filled with dead bodies and blood and out of the entrance.
"You waited."
"Like you asked me to." Replied Captain Harron Thurst.
The sandstorm, was not the worst he had come across but it was providing him safe cover from the sunlight that would normally light up the red rocky hills at this time of day.
"Good. Why the change of mind?" Sirius asked and they started walking.
"I'm not sure. Every time you were spoken of you were portrayed as a very unreasonable blood thirsty vampire. After speaking to you, I realised you..well.. weren't."
A smile flickered at the corner of Sirius' mouth.
"Just prejudices most mortals have against vampires." Sirius replied heavily. "We are used to it. There are of course some vampires who are unreasonable and bloodthirsty, however when bloodlust overcomes us, even at my age, any one of us can lose control." He thought guiltily back to the huge mountain of bodies in the cave and closed his eyes in embarrassment, he had not lost control quite like that in a while. Suddenly he found his thoughts turning to Flow, he remembered how she had smiled at him, the way she had looked at him when he hinted he was a vampire, those ruby red eyes and silky hair.
"You must have suffered a lot then."
Sirius stared down at Harron for a moment or two before he managed to pull himself out of his daydreaming.
"In a manner of speaking. I've been captured more times than I care to think about. Seen so many lives lost, watched hundred of my kin die to hunters."
Harron's expression changed to guilt.
"I am sorry."
Sirius laughed loudly.
"Don't worry, it's very easy to be blinded by what people want you to believe. Very few people can free themselves from it."
They were at the edge of Ald-Ruhn now; Sirius could see the silt strider over the tops of the buildings.
"I don't know what to do with myself now. I've spent most of my life dedicated to hunting vampires and now... I feel all I've done is accomplish nothing and bring about more suffering than I meant to."
"I'm staying at an inn in town. They have excellent drink there and wonderful company." He said as though in a daze, thinking of Flow.
"You know I might take you up on that offer Moon-Eye."
As they walked towards the inn, Sirius felt a squeezing sensation in his stomach which he recognised as nervousness. Why on earth am I nervous? he asked himself , knowing that if he was human his heart would probably be racing and he would likely be blushing too. All he could picture doing was opening the door to the inn and seeing Flow sitting there. He hoped she was there, he felt such a desire to talk to her again, to gaze into those eyes....
"Is this it?"
Sirius, with real effort pulled himself yet again out of a daydream. "Yes it is." He said plainly looking at the inn and imagining Flow just behind those doors.
Sirius managed to hide his eagerness and open the door casually. His heart sank when he saw that Flow was not there. Of course, what was he thinking! She lived in Under-Skar in a manor house. Girls like her did not visit inns.... except for last night.
"Get me a drink, I need to sort out a few things." Sirius said, making his way up the stairs to go to his room.
"Sir!"
He whipped round.
"Sir, this was left for you."
Sirius walked up to the bar tender who had been shouting him and took the letter he was holding in his hand.
"Thank you." Sirius said wondering what could possibly be in the letter and taking it upstairs.
In his room he undressed from the uncomfortable clothes he had taken from the soldiers and put on some dark leather trousers a long with a fine cotton white shirt and a black waist jacket. He put his katana in the drawers in his room and locked them with a spell before sitting at the table and reading his letter.

Dear Stranger.
I do not know if you told me your name last night as I was far too drunk. Not the usual way to start a letter I know, but I would like to apologise for not remembering your name.
I will not be able to get away from our house tonight by myself as I am under close watch by my family, however I thoroughly enjoyed my time with you last night and I would like to see you again. I live in Erew manor. I do not mean to make assumptions, but you struck me as the sort of person who would be able to break undetected into a building and that is why I have taken the chance to write to you. I can assure you I don't usually present myself to men in this way. Do NOT come for me before 6pm.
Sincerely Flow Erew.

Sirius read the letter several times. He felt extremely light. All thoughts of Valiarie being trapped in a cave and waiting for reinforcements flew from his mind. He had a task now.
He checked the time; it was 3.30 in the afternoon. That meant about 3 hours and then he'd be able to see Flow.
He walked back down stairs to the bar with a smile on his face.

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I can't wait to write chapter four

Hmmm, Sirius is a bit like Lestat? Complex characters..... yummie.

Ok I know I don't exactly update this regularly and there are huge time gaps between my posting chapters but I can guarantee this will get finished. IF anyone has the patience to follow the story then thank you for reading but I am writing for myself here more than other people although it is nice to know that someone else is reading my work. Anyway, enough rambling from me here is Chapter Four.

Chapter Four

"Well in the end I had to tell her that that was enough because we couldn't possibly fit any more swords in there." Harron laughed.
Sirius copied Harron and laughed although he was not exactly sure why. He was watching the time, it had been a more than long afternoon sitting in the inn drinking with the now retired vampire hunter captain. After 6 O'clock he would be able to visit Flow.
"How many swords did you use in the end?" Sirius asked absent mindedly, the words were just coming out of his mouth he wasn't really aware of what he was saying.
"Well I think it was?." Harron started counting on his fingers and mumbling to himself "12 in the end!"
"Impressive, I'm ever so sorry Harron but I have some business to attend to."
"Of course a busy man like you can't sit around drinking with men like me all day now can they!"
Harron had had way too much to drink, Luckily for Sirius vampires could hold their drink far better than any human and he did not feel the slightest bit tipsy although he did have an incredible urge to relieve himself outside.
"I'm sure I'll see you soon, I'll be sticking around here for a few days."
Harron nodded and staggered up to the bar to get more drinks while Sirius used all his willpower to walk up the stairs instead of run.

He sat down in his room and read the note Flow had left him a fluttering sensation exploded in his stomach knowing that this was her handwriting. Sirius put on his long black coat, which he would need to hide the katana on his left hip and the wakizashi on his right hip.
Sirius had had his entire vampire life, centuries and centuries to perfect his invisibility and chameleon spells, which he would definitely need to be able to sneak into a manor undetected. It suddenly occurred to him the situation he was in; He was more than willing and prepared to break into an upper class manor to meet a girl he had only met once and briefly at that and he did not know the outcome of his actions. Normally he would spend a good few hours pondering this sort of thing but this time Sirius merely shrugged his shoulders and left the room before locking it with a spell. He waited until he heard the lock click before he walked down the stairs to see Harron slumped over a table with his bum hanging out the back of his trousers. He was not an overly large man, in fact Harron was quite toned and muscular and even though Sirius was not inclined towards the male gender he couldn't help but think that Harron had a rather impressive behind in comparison to some of the others Sirius had had the misfortune to see.

Outside, after relieving himself, the sandstorm was still raging, hardly anyone was in the streets, most people had the sense to stay out of the sand. It was impossible to miss the manor, even in the sandstorm. Sirius shielded his face with his arm and hurried towards Uder Skar the gigantic mushroom in the middle of the town. As he walked Sirius cast the chameleon spell upon himself so that he ominously disappeared into the sandstorm. No one was likely to be going out in this weather, which meant that trying to sneak through the front door when someone was leaving or entering would be a fruitless idea, however he had not seen any other doors of windows to enter the manor.
Guess I'll just have to go through the front door anyway then Sirius thought to himself. He wondered if he would need his lock pick but the only way to test that would be to try opening the door first. Gingerly he put his hand on the handle and pushed, the door flew open from the wind and sand starting blowing into the manor. Sirius cursed under his breath?
So much for a quiet entry. He rushed inside and slammed the door trying to pretend he was a gust of wind. It seemed to be successful because no one came out of their manor's to investigate. It suddenly struck him that he had no idea which one of these Manor's was Erew Manor, and Flow had not left directions. It also looked like he would have to do more door slamming pretending to be gusts of wind.
Or maybe not;

Sirius' eyes snapped upwards as he saw a door opening, a guard was about to leave the manor, he had only seconds (but that was all he needed) to get to the front door and sneak in before it shut. Sirius used all his willpower to move as fast as he could and keep the chameleon spell up and managed to get in through the door, only narrowly escaping having his coat get shut between the door and the doorframe.
Now to find out if he was in the right Manor or not, actually come to think of it he had no way of finding out whether he was until he got in the same room as Flow.
As long as he kept the chameleon spell up he would be all right.

Sirius spent the next three hours traipsing around manor's opening and shutting doors, sneaking behind people in the hope they would lead him to Flow he almost got spotted at least twice, and managed to knock over a rather expensive looking vase in one manor. By the time he had snuck into the fourth Manor he was on the verge of giving up until he came across something he could not quite believe he was seeing.

Whoever this family were, they had a very disturbing room. It was no different to any of the other rooms he had been in that night it was well furnished with expensive items. There was the compulsory bookcase against one of the walls and an extravagantly sewn rug on the floor. The only difference was that this room possessed as eerie silence; Sirius swore he could almost hear screams echoing off the walls. There was also the unmistakeable stench of death; someone had died in this room? someone or perhaps multiple people. Not only was there the silence but also there was a chair stood against one wall. It was no ordinary chair it was covered with straps and buckles as though this was some sort of torture chair in which the family chained people and tortured them for whatever reason.
Sirius wondered if a Necromancer lived here. Necromancers were often found in places where there had been death.

Footsteps.
Not far away. Someone was close.
Sirius twisted round and put one hand on his katana instinctively. But no one entered the room. Did the inhabitants of the house fear this room as well? Sirius shook himself he was here for Flow? Flow! Did she live in this house where a crazy necromancer also lived? She certainly was an unusual woman.
Sirius left the room without looking back and went deeper into the manor. He passed several of the Redoran guards and some servants. They all seemed to be travelling either away from or towards one place.
Was this normal? Sirius was certainly becoming more and more certain that a necromancer lived here. He followed the steady stream of people until he reached a door that had two Redoran guards stood either side of it. They stood stiff as though they were made of wood. But Sirius could tell they were tense almost as though they were expecting trouble.
Suddenly Sirius realized there were voices coming from inside the room.
"I'm only saying darling, a trip to Solstheim could be a good idea. I can arrange a trip whenever you want."
"Maybe I should go there and just never come back! I know you're ashamed of me!"
There was a sound like scraping chairs and the door in front of Sirius suddenly flew open to reveal a very angry looking man. He was wearing a fine cloth shirt, dark trousers and cream shoes. He was tall for a Dunmer, but the top of his head still only came to Sirius' chin. A long brown red beard grew on his face but he had kept the rest of his hair short. There was an unmistakable look in his eyes that reminded him of Flow. This man had to be her father.
He waited until the man had got out the way before he darted into the room. The door slammed shut behind him.

Sirius felt his stomach leap as he set his eyes upon Flow; he let his eyes linger for a few moments on the soft curves of her body. She stood up very suddenly and began pacing the room, a very distressed look upon her face. Without warning she started to cry, she put one hand over her mouth and wrapped the other around her skinny waist and let herself cry.
Sirius let the chameleon spell ease off so that he slowly appeared out of thin air. He wanted nothing more than to go to her and put his arms around her but he thought it would be best to let her know he was here first.
"I'm a little late." He half whispered, half spoke. Flow jumped and whipped round.
"You came." She breathed between sobs. "I look such a mess." Flow whimpered turning away to dry her eyes.
"You don't look-" Sirius stopped himself mid sentence. He had met this girl once before he had to watch his tongue.
"I look terrible." Flow finished for him.
"You look beautiful. Even though you're crying." Sirius said looking directly at her.
She gasped; her voice seemed choked up in her throat.
"It's ok." Sirius whispered. He willed himself not to hug her even though the urge to do so was growing far stronger than any bloodlust he had ever surrendered to. He would let her make the first moves. Besides he was a vampire? lovely girls like her did not end up with vampires.
"You look like you need to relax." Sirius said.
"Well I can't relax around here, not with my family so nearby."
"I can get us out of here if you'd like."
Flow's eyes filled with hope and she looked at him as though he was the most amazing man in the world but then her expression changed.
"It would not be a good idea." She muttered. "If they know I'm missing it would cause a lot of trouble."

"I can stay with you for as long as you like."
Flow looked upwards at Sirius through her hair, her tear stained eyes full of pleading and thankfulness. To Sirius it happened in slow motion, she put both arms around his waist and rested her head on his chest, Sirius in turn wrapped both his arms around her body and rested his chin on the top of her head. Normally vampires shrink away from heat of any kind but the warmth of her body soothed him, he could feel her heart beating against his chest he could smell the cleanness of her hair and the scent of her perfume.
"Will you lie with me for a while?" She asked, taking a step back from him and looking into his eyes.
"Of course." Sirius said. He felt a million miles away from his usual self. He felt as though he was a teenage schoolboy with all his dreams in front of him.

Flow lay down on the bed and propped her head up on her arm gazing at Sirius as he copied her.
"You're a very intriguing man you know Mr. Sirius." Flow smiled.
"Not as much as you Miss Flow." Sirius expected her to smile but instead she looked down the bed covers her eyes sad.
"Don't be sad because as long as I am here nothing will hurt you."
She continued to look sad, but as though struggling with herself.
"It's complicated." She muttered.
"Life tends to do that to us." Sirius said, he put his hand under her chin to direct her face upwards.
Had he been human, his heart would be racing, Sirius wanting nothing more in the world right now than to kiss her. He felt drawn to her; he longed to put his lips against hers to feel the warmth from them. But he willed himself not to. It was such a terrible feeling. It filled his stomach with an aching desire to simply kiss her and it spread through his body.
"Are you alright? She asked
"I'm fine." Sirius lied smoothly. "I want to help you in any way I can though."
"Why? We have only met each other twice, why do you want to help me?"
Sirius thought for a few moments. He didn't actually know why he just knew it was what he wanted to do. Any pain of Flow's was pain of his.
"I don't like to see helpless people trapped with no way out. I may be what I am, but I am still honourable."
Flow stared at him; Sirius hoped this was a satisfactory answer.
"You're not a typical vampire are you Sirius?" Flow asked with a hint of a smile on her lips.
"There are a lot of vampires legends that are inaccurate. But I am used to that prejudice now."
"So what are vampires really like then?" Flow asked with genuine interest "I mean it's not often that you meet one, less often that you meet one and live and even rarer to meet one live and find out he's not a completely blood thirsty lunatic."
"I suppose I should take that as a compliment?" Sirius grinned.
"Yes. You should."
"Well lie down properly and I'll tell you."

There were footsteps coming down the stairs.

Flow froze.

The door flew open just as Sirius mysteriously vanished with an invisibility spell.
"Father!" Flow started
"You've been crying again haven't you?"
"Maybe."
"People? like you don't have emotions. You're not supposed to cry! I don't care what you say, Flow we are sending you to Solstheim! You need? you need to be different! I'll get a trip booked as soon as it's possible."
"You can't, why can't you just accept me, I don't have to stay here I can leave, I can go anywhere." Unlike her father who was shouting, Flow was barely speaking above a whisper
"And have the entire family shamed! I don't think so Flow. I can't even stand to look at you right now." With a disgusted look he turned and shut the door.

"I can get you away from here." Sirius said at once, becoming visible once more.
"I can take you away from this mess. I can save you."

Flow laid her head down on Sirius' chest and sobbed, he could feel her tears seeping through his clothes he put his arms protectively around her and it suddenly hit him that he had spent three hours that evening sneaking in and out of people's houses looking for one woman he had met once whilst she was drunk and he was now lying on her bed with her while she cried and none of it bothered him. Another scary thought struck him that he would do virtually anything for this woman. In all his centuries of leading The Dark Blood Guild helping in the struggle against vampires and mortals he had been captured and tortured numerous times, some of his torture being almost more than he could stand? he had gone through so much been all over Tamriel yet he had never? ever felt this way about a woman.

"Thank you Sirius. I? I don't know if you can help me."
"I can get you away from here, I know people? lots of people we can keep you safe."
"You can't save me from myself."
"I can look after you, and fight off you father, I've had worse things thrown at me."
Flow smiled; it was that smile that lit up her face.
"I forget, the life of a vampire must be a hundred times worse than my life. Weren't you going to tell me what vampires are really like?"

Sirius took that as a cue to lighten the mood and not discuss what had happened with her father.

"Well what do you want to know?"
"Do you get cravings to drink blood?"
"Complicated matter that? usually when a vampire is new they will do everything in their power to resist blood? until they collapse like I did then they realise that they really can't survive without blood so they give in. Just a few times every month to start with but over the years it develops into an addiction, a vampire will never reach the higher ranks of the guild if they can't control their bloodlust it may take decades or even centuries depending on the nature of the vampire. Once it is controlled you can still have moments of weakness but that's usually only if you can hear the victims heartbeat or if someone has a cut and you catch the scent of blood."
"Can you hear my heartbeat?"
Sirius looked directly into Flows eyes, "I will never hurt you. Never. I promise. I have been alive long enough to have far more control over my blood cravings than most."
"I trust you Sirius. I don't know why but I do."
Sirius felt his stomach leap, he wondered if Flow could feel it as she was lying right next to him with her head on his chest.
"Do you have to go soon? I expect you have better places to be than here." Flow asked, he picked up a hint of dread in her voice.
"I will have to leave in the morning but until then I can stay as long as you want."
"Until morning? I was thinking you would only be able to stay an hour."
"I have all the time in the world for you."
"Can I ask you more questions?"
"Go ahead, I can tell you anything you wish to know? well almost anything." Sirius smiled.
"Why are you in Ald'Ruhn? It must be a specific reason because I've never seen you here before."
"I have been here many a time, but long before you were ever born. And the reason I am here? for the past three decades we have been at war with one particular vampire hunting clan who have proven extremely difficult to track down, that's why it has taken us thirty years to do it, and we have located their headquarters to be vaguely north of Ald-Ruhn. They have captured my closest friend."
"Shouldn't you be trying to get him out of there?!" Flow asked with concern.
"Oh you're thinking as a standard mortal thinks. Mortals are bound by time. Vampires on the other hand are not. Time is irrelevant to us. Besides they will not kill him. They want me. So he is bait for me, if they kill him I will have no reason to go back there and they will have lost a chance to kill me."
"Aren't you afraid?"
"No. I am doing what must be done and avenging many vampires' lives in the process. I also have justice on my side. I am not afraid."
"Will you stay until morning? I kind of need you."
"Yes. I will stay here and make sure nothing harms you."
Sirius looked down at Flow whose head was still resting on his chest. He held her close he did not need sleep, he would stay awake all night and watch over her. Before long the exhausted Flow had fallen asleep. Sirius listened to the rhythm of her breathing and felt for once at peace with the world.

Thank you for reading

Arrrggh.... I want to know what's up with Flow.

Hee hee, well I am so into this story right now, I get so attacted to the characters, I'm writing Chapter 5 presently

Thanks for the comment by the way, it's nice to know I can at least mildly create suspense and mystery.

If anyone is following this I do apolagise for the time between chapters. But this one is half the length of the others, I was going to include the next chapter in this one but that would have made it extremely long, so I've broken it down.

If anyone is still reading this just leave me a comment to let me know, I do know not many people are into the vampire side of things but it would be nice to know if anyone at all is taking an interest

Chapter Five

"I can't help you Moon-Eye."
Sirius looked at Harron Thurst, his gaze seemed to be peering right into Harron's soul.
"I can't! I'm a traitor there now, there's nothing I can do."
"Yes there is, if you do as I say." Sirius was stood in Harron's room at the inn in Ald'ruhn with the door firmly shut behind him. "I am asking you because I know you are a good person, you will choose to do what is right even if it's not the easiest route, I also have a certain amount of respect for you. You left the clan of vampire hunters because you knew it was the right thing to do, you're not a coward."
Harron stared at Sirius with a thoughtful expression on his face. The vampire suppressed a grin, he had a way with words but then that was not really an achievement, as he'd had his entire immortal life to practice.
"What do you need me to do?" he asked reluctantly.
Sirius let a smile pass over his lips, "I need you to pretend that I captured you, but that you escaped without killing me and that you ran back to your group for help. While you talk, you'll provide a worthy distraction for me and my comrades to get into position."
"I can't?. they.. " Harran paused for a few moments. "I may be able to see more clearly than the rest of them in that clan, but they're still friends, I can't help you kill them."
"I expected you to say as much. But I am afraid that they are going to die whether you help me or not, and if you help me their deaths may be quicker, cleaner and less painful."
Harron flinched and sat down on the bed with his head in his hands.
"You know, when I asked to join the clan? they told me to watch myself because getting mixed up with vampires always turns out to be far more complicated than you think."
"They were right." Sirius laughed
"What happens if I don't help you?"
"You're sounding very nervous there Harron."
"I'm not! I'd just rather know both my options before I make a choice, it's more sensible to be clear about matters like this."
"Indeed" Sirius nodded "If you don't help then we shall go in there and destroy the last of the hunters, I don't know if you'll be safe from my comrades, we've all seen you before and during the timeswhen we saw you, you were slaughtering our kind, so if you ever come across them they might not believe that you left, they'll probably think you were trying to save your own neck by leaving. If you work with us you'll have something to defend yourself with if they try to avenge our fellow vampire's deaths."
Sirius took a few moments to look out the window, he could see Under-Skar and he briefly wondered if Flow was ok.
"Looks like I'll be doing what's 'right' then after all." Harron muttered with an angry tone.
Sirius whipped round.
"Good. Be downstairs and ready to go at sunset." And with that Sirius swiftly left the room.

The sun was just setting and Sirius was standing on a small hill just outside of Ald-Ruhn with the reinforcements that had finally arrived. There were five of them, five of the highest ranking members in his guild. A 500 year old Dunmer vampire called S'kar, she was particularly good with mysticism magic, Nine-Claws, an Argonian vampire shadowscale, Naresh Gillimi, the guilds finest poison maker, Naresh's sister Savara who specialized in conjuration and fought with a short sword and shield, and lastly Louis, a 600 year old Breton vampire who was excellent in the field of destruction and fought with a blade enchanted with fire. Each was cloaked and hooded, only their eyes were visible.
"How was your journey?" Sirius asked as he turned and began walking back towards Ald-ruhn with the others following.
"Nothing out of the ordinary happened." Savara said, "We stopped when we needed to and we travelled as quickly as we could."
"Aren't you forgetting something Sister?" Naresh asked slyly.
"I don't think s-"
"We were attacked, once." S'kar interrupted. Unlike the others, S'kar only seemed to speak when she had something of use to say.
"Oh yes!" Savara exclaimed, "I'm so used to that sort of occurrence it slipped my mind. Yes we were attacked by a necromancer and his apprentices. It didn't take-"
"And three vampires." S'kar added.
"How can you be so forgetful Savara?" Naresh sneered.
"It's part of the job, I tend to put such incidents out of my mind." Savara said indignantly.
"You should know by now you're supposed to report attacks, you're meant to remember everything."
Savara snorted and didn't say anything else.
"Vampire attacks are uncommon." Sirius spoke. "But I will have to listen in the near future when we have this task completed." He turned round to face the others just as they were outside the walls to the town. "I am staying at the inn near Under-Skar, you will meet me there in an hour, get yourselves prepared. A friend of mine is joining us, he will be of great help."
"He's not a mortal is he?" Naresh said as though he was eating something rather unpleasant.
"He is indeed. He left the group of vampire hunters and he is fully aware of what will happen if he does not help us."
Naresh gritted his teeth.
"Then it's settled. One hour." Sirius smiled before disappearing with a flick of the cloak and vanishing into Ald-ruhn.

It was an old trick, if a vampire so chose he could move with such increased speed that the eye cannot track the movement and Sirius had changed back to normal speed just outside the jewelers. He wanted to give something to Flow as he wasn't sure when he would ever get to see her again.
He entered the shop and inside glittering jewels sparkled in the candle light showering the room with different colours.
"I was about to lock up." The Jeweler said gruffly.
"I won't be long. I would like to see you're finest wares."
"Certainly" he said, sounding slightly less annoyed.
"I have some very fine silver necklaces if you'd like to see them."
Sirius raised his eyebrow "Better than silver."
"Gold rings from-"
"Better than gold."
The jewelers face lit up at the prospect of selling something worth more than gold.
"Preferably something unique and enchanted." The jeweler just gaped at Sirius for a moment. "Don't worry; I will be able to pay."
"Of course sir!" he beamed, taking a key that was chained around his neck and unlocking the glass cabinet below the counter. He pulled out a rather heavy looking piece of jewelry.
"This is a very old piece, made from the finest ebony and dwarven metal. It is enchanted with protection from the elements."
"I don't think that's quite what I'm looking for."
"Ok how about this one!" he quickly pulled out a much lighter looking amulet, it had a delicate silver chain with a star hanging from it that strongly resembled the legendary Azura star soul gem.
"The chain is made of the purest silver, and the amulet is made from diamonds and sapphires it shrouds the wearer in sanctuary, making them harder to hurt physically. It also lets the wearer take less damage when they fall."
"Tempting, but show me another."
"Unique, you said didn't you, well I'm not sure how much more unique you can get than this." The jeweler knelt down and pulled out something that no noble would ever be seen wearing.
"There has been no buyer for this in three generations; my grandfather acquired it from a traveler who said nothing about his travels except what his pendant did."
Sirius looked closely at the pendant in the jeweler's hands and saw it was none other than the pointed end of a unicorn's horn attached to a thin strip of leather.
"When he handed it in my grandfather replaced the leather, but said the horn didn't need cleaning at all, it seems to keep itself in perfect condition without any care from me. Even after being left in the cabinet for three generations"
"May I?" Sirius asked, taking the unicorn pendant from the jeweler's hands. It was surprisingly hot when he held it as though the soul of the unicorn was in there.
"No one in our family has been able to work out the full extent of what it can do, but the traveler who sold it to us said it served him in great need and seemed to work of its own accord helping only when it was most desperately needed. He even spoke to being able to ride a spectral steed to safety when he was being perused by a dremora after he accidently went to close to one of those Daedric shrines."
"How much will you accept for this?"
"Well it's no ordinary pendant, I doubt our family will ever see another, and it's hard to put a price on such an exceptional object."
"Will 100,000 drakes be satisfactory?" The vampire asked.
"I've never made that much in a year let alone in one sale!"
"I'll take that as a yes."
Sirius paid the jeweler and quickly left the shop, he didn't have long until they were meant to leave.

Outside the sun had just set and the sky was turning from orange to deep red, he tilted his head back and gazed up at the stars which were just starting to peak through and the moon which was on the very edge of being full.
"Sirius!"
He looked around to see Flow walking towards him, she seemed to be putting her every effort into walking, He could sense how out of rhythm her body was, it was at the point of exhaustion and she was looking much sicker than when he had seen her a few days ago.
"I was hoping?to find you." She said, slightly out of breath.
"Flow? What's wrong?" He asked, he could feel his body lurching, he wanted? no needed her to be alright.
"I'm ok Sirius, I promise you."
He looked down at her, studying her and half expecting something to go wrong any second. He had never felt this worried before, not even when the life of every vampire in his guild had depended upon what action he took.
"They're sending me away, tomorrow night. I had to see you before I left."
"Where are you going?" He wasn't used to this. It was a helpless feeling. At least with the guild matters the answer was clear and he was in charge, but he could do nothing, and it was a horrible useless feeling.
"Solstheim. My father wants me somewhere, where there is a thick band of sea between our family and me."
Sirius felt as though his chest was being tightly compressed.
"Thank you Sirius. For everything" She turned to leave but Sirius grabbed her wrist.
"Flow, I have something for you. I've been to Solstheim, it's a dangerous place, and it's very cold. This will protect you when you most need help." He took the Unicorn pendant from his pocket and placed it around Flow's slender neck across her beautiful ashen skin.
"Is that a unicorn's horn?" Flow asked, completely astonished, her eyes wide.
"Yes. The pendant will keep you warm in the cold winds of the north and if you ever find yourself in danger it will provide an escape route. Or so I'm told."
"I can't accept this. I'm not anyone special enough to wear it."
Sirius took Flow's hand and kissed it tenderly. "I can honestly tell you Flow that never in my long existence have I ever met anyone who would need it more. Neither have I ever met a lady who I would do anything for. You are beautiful Flow." He shut his eyes, thinking he had gone too far.
For a few moments neither of them said anything, Sirius chanced opening his eyes expecting to see Flow looking annoyed or angry. Instead she was blinking back tears. Sirius said nothing but pulled her into an embrace resting her head on his chest. He could feel her heart beating next to his, feel it racing and hear her breath coming out in short gasps as she tried to hold back tears.
"Don't worry about tomorrow." Sirius whispered to her, "I'll be there, whether you can see me or not."
Flow pulled her head back, she looked frightened and on the point of collapsing, she closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths to steady herself.
"I'd better walk you back, you don't look well enough to be outside."
"I'm fine!" Flow insisted. Sirius raised his eyebrow.
"Sirius, you've been kind to me, you've given me this beautiful necklace? you've treated me better than my own family treat me, without any reason! I didn't ask for this. I didn't ask for your kindness! You don't want to know me so just leave me alone!" She pulled away from him and ran.

Moon-eye didn't move. He had a deep ache within his chest, feelings he couldn't even begin to understand he could feel tears prickling his eyes. He had to hide his face, vampires cry the only moisture they have in their body; Blood.

Very nice, Half Tooth. I remember reading some of this a while back, so now I'm going to have to go reread the first chapters to refresh my memory, lol. Your writing is clear and interesting, while your characters are complicated and interesting. I hope you'll continue to post!

Argh! Don't stop there!

Everytime I see someone named Flow I think (Flow = wolf) - Your writing is excellent, your characters are perfect, tangible - Awesome story!

Still nothing on what is wrong with her..... so you know, I really, really dislike you at this moment

: O I am genuinely really suprised about your comments. Thank you. It's hard to tell how good or bad your writing is until someone else reads it really and I wouldn't say I'm that amazing at writing so thank you, your words have made my day, and they made me smile.

I am really enjoying writing this fan fiction even though it has taken me ages to write, and I am really quite attatched to these characters, also after I posted chapter 5 last night I just sat and wrote a good two thirds of chapter 6, so It will be posted within the next few days.
And I promise... especially to you RemKoLN, all will be revealed very soon

Thank you again for your kind words, it is so nice to know my work is being read, I really appreciate it.

I have been searching the FanFic thread to find this and see if you have added a chapter - don't leave your fan base hanging here! I love this story and have been anxiously awaiting the next chapter! Lol. Sorry, but it was so good I got wrapped up in it.

Wow I didn't think it was that good! *blushes* well I have actually been writing each night and I have reachd the end of chapter 6 no less than three times already then read it and relaised how bad the writing is so I have to delete half the chapter and re write it. I would have had it postd last night but it was 2 in the morning and so I just got rid of the bad bits but don't worry I wont forget ths fan fic

Yes, I have done that when tired, write a chapter - then go back and look at it awake and say, WTH? - The story has stayed in my mind, and I kept looking for it. I finally found it on page 3, and I am determined to keep you on page one so I don't lose track of this story again, lol. MORE, MORE!!!

Ok, I really do have to apolagise in advance because I have worked on this chapter and rewitten it several times so I can't really tell how good or bad it is any more. But I am sure you will spot things that I have missed so feel free to tell me and I will edit it.

Chapter Six

Sirius had never felt so angry in his entire life, and that was really saying something. He had not even tried to clear his head before going back to the inn where he had gathered everyone together and left as quickly as possible. The others were all silent as they followed him out of the city, when they were a good distance away from the city walls Sirius stopped suddenly.
"Wait here." He spoke plainly but his voice rang with the tone of a command not to be disobeyed.
Savara studied him quizzically, Harron looked like he was about to say something but Louis nudged him in the ribs.

Moon-eye walked away until the group could just see a small black figure standing on a sandy hill in the sunset.
"What's wrong with him?" Harron asked.
"I haven't ever seen him behave this way before." Nine-claws said, tilting her head a little and studying the black figure that was now pacing up and down like a caged animal.
"We have been chasing these vampire hunters for a long time; they have given us a lot of grief." Naresh spoke while showing signs of actual sadness on his face. "We've all lost at least one person we care about to them."
"I don't think I've ever seen you look sad about anything brother." Savara said.
"They took Syndaril. And the others? so many of us died to a bunch of filthy hypocrites who think they're saving their own race by killing another!"
"You look almost as enraged as Moon-Eye." Nine-Claws commented.
"I'd really hate to be in the firing line of that anger." Harron said rather nervously.
"That's such a mortal thing to say." Louis laughed although really he had to agree.
"It looks like we will be." Said Nine-Claws thoughtfully.

Suddenly the figure in the distance stopped pacing, looked up at the sky and roared. He threw his hands back as all the anguish from deep within his soul flooded into the sky.
All was silent for a while until S'kar spoke.
"He's in love."
Although none of them would point it out aloud they could hear the faintest sounds of crying. Their leader was crying. It was not an embarrassing moment but each of them felt somehow that it would be rude to speak.
Harron looked blankly around at the other's, he did not possess the fine hearing that the vampire's had so he could not hear what they could hear.

Just as the sky was starting to turn a dark purple colour Moon-Eye returned to the group. No one said anything as they waited for orders.
"You will have to forgive me for not being myself." He whispered, to the others he seemed very subdued "But we have a plan. And we are going to end this."
"Is there anything we can do to help?" S'kar asked, Although she had a cloak on over her armour with the hood pulled down just over her eyes, Sirius could tell she was being genuine.
"No, I am afraid not. I will have to put the matter from my mind for now and concentrate on the task we have ahead of us." He let out a sigh and collected himself.
"I am going to cast a chameleon spell on all of us except Harron. Harron we will be closely following you until we get to their headquarters where you will make as much of a diversion as possible allowing us to sneak in and position ourselves. Although we might need to make you look a little more battered. Just to toy with their minds a little... let them think I am heartless."
"What are you going to do to me?"
Naresh picked up a handful of sand and threw it in Harron's face causing him to cough and splutter as he breathed sand into his lungs.
"Now you look like you've fallen in the sand as you ran here to escape Moon-Eye, and you're hair is covered in it." He sneered.
A small crinkle of a frown appeared in Sirius' forehead.
"You'll need some bite marks and we can add a rip to your clothes for good measure." Nine-claws smiled, taking hold of the cloth on his shoulder and ripping it so that the sleeve slid down his arm a little.
"Bite makrs?" Harron asked worriedly.
Sirius nodded grimly.
"Don't worry we won't drink anything, it won't take long and you'll even feel it." Naresh grinned, a slightly demonic look in his eyes.
Harron took a couple of steps backwards but Louis held him in place. Sirius could hear Harron's heartbeat, it was getting faster and faster as thought it would break through his rib cage. He could smell fear pouring out of his skin as he looked around at S'kar who was lowering the hood of her robe, revealing a striking Elven vampire face, mysteriously beautiful, her pupils were dilating and her fangs growing longer as she prepared herself to bite.
Harron started to scream, but Savara clamped her hand over his mouth and held his head still. Sirius watched solemnly, his head bowed as he stood completely still watching the scene before him. Naresh was right, it did not take long. S'kar buried her fangs as deep as she could in the mortals flesh before withdrawing them and pulling her hood back over her head.
"Don't touch it!" Naresh snapped as Harron lifted his hand to touch the now bleeding wound on his neck. Just a thin trickle of blood was running down his white imperial skin, the contrast of the dark red against the pale flesh looked inviting to the vampiric eye.
"Let the blood run. It will help the effect." Savara said removing her hands from Harron's head. Sirius gripped Harron's elbow to stop him fainting from the shock.
"Are we ready?"
"As we'll ever be." Nine-Claws smiled.
Sirius let go of Harron and muttered a few words to himself. Suddenly everyone except Harron vanished and the imperial looked around.
"Don't worry, we're right here." Louis said.
"I think any mortal has the right to be worried when surrounded by six invisible vampires in the dark."
"You know, any of us could kill him right now and no one would know who did it." Naresh said in a very sinister tone.
Nine-Claws laughed loudly. "Tempting Naresh... very tempting."

"Lead on Harron." Sirius said, with an icy tone.
They walked across the red sands quickly and in silence although every now and then Harron felt the need to check they were still there. The sky was darkening now into a rich navy blue dotted with stars but the nearly full moon ruled the sky, Sirius depended on the sky a lot, over the years he'd learnt to use it to tell the time quite accurately and tell what time of year it was by the positioning of the stars.
It wasn't too long before Sirius spotted a familiar opening in the rocks, where he'd stood with Valiarie a few days before.
"You get a head start of a few minutes." Naresh said "And just in case you're planning on double crossing us, S'kar here is excellent with mysticism and she knows a very simple spell to cause a mortals heart to stop. And don't forget that our hearing far exceeds your own."
Sirius said nothing, Naresh was rather blunt and overly cruel sometimes but in this instance it was needed. Having this messed up now would set them back 10 years of work.
Harron nodded, more to himself than the vampires since he couldn't see them and entered the cave.
"A little telepathy and telekinesis would certainly help S'kar. Sirius whispered into the night.
"Of course."
"I don't think we can trust him." Louis said.
"I don't think so either." Naresh agreed.
"You'd be surprised how far a little bit of trust can take you." Sirius spoke, a chill emitting from him. He couldn't rid himself of the sight of Flow running away, shouting at him to leave her alone.

"Don't say it!" S'kar suddenly spoke. Although she never used her telepathy to look at the minds of her fellow vampires she could sometimes guess when someone was about to say something that really shouldn't be said.
"I wonder what it's like to be in love." Naresh thought out loud.
Sirius released the chameleon spell on Naresh, grabbed him by the neck and slammed him into the rock next to the entrance. The sound of bones crunching was heard as Naresh's spine cracked from the impact.
Sirius sank his fangs into the bosmer's neck and drank deeply, drawing a mouthful of blood before letting him go.
"it hurts." Sirius snarled in reply to Naresh's previous thoughts.

Naresh stood still for a few minutes, blood flowing down his neck. Unlike S'kar who had been very careful and precise with her bite, Sirius had been rough. A common practise in the guild of reminding one another who was dominant. If it had been anyone else who had bitten Naresh, he would have looked humiliated and angry; instead he just looked humbled, like an overly confident dog just put back in its place.
Sirius turned away from Naresh and closed his eyes. He hadn't meant to snap... he really hadn't, guilt welled up inside him but he pushed it away, he'd apologise later.
"Let's go." He said shortly, re applying the invisibility spell on Naresh who was looking a little shaken. Sirius had not taken much blood but any amount of blood loss would weaken a vampire.

The group filed into the cave, using their heightened sense of smell to track each other's movements and follow Sirius.
It didn't Sirius long before he heard Harron's voice. He continued to walk forwards as he listened.
"I'm not a liar! How do you think I got these bite marks?" Harron was pleading. "I only just managed to escape and it was a lucky one at that." Harron's breathing was quick, Sirius could smell fear again.
"Let Narile inspect them, then we'll know if you're lying or not."
There was a sound of fumbling and a small squeak which Sirius guessed to be Harron. He could hear another noise now, the sounds of metal clashing and men talking. It seemed there was still a large portion of this vampire hunting clan left despite the ones he had already killed.
"It looks real; I can detect traces of a vampire here." Said a deep male voice.
"Hmm... Tell us what happened Captain Thurst."
"I went to fight him, when he and the other vampire came, but he knocked me unconscious and when I awoke I was in Ald- Ruhn... I couldn't leave the-"
"You already told us that part, how did you escape?"
"He had to leave, I don't know why. It's impossible to reason with a vampire. He was planning to make me one of them. He said he was lonely sometimes but having a minion would please him." Sirius smiled to himself, he didn't really like to be thought of as cruel but Harron made up the best stories.
"He didn't want to rush things though, he wanted to get to know me first-"
"What was it, a first date?" Laughed a new female voice.
"That was how he behaved; it was as though he was in love with me, a human, with flesh and blood of my own. He longed for that again, not me. I think I fascinated him just as he bewitched me."
"Did he happen to mention his real name?" the first voice asked.
"No. He never mentioned anything like that or about the guild. He mainly spoke about me. After a few days he was going to make me into a vampire, we were going to exchange blood but as he bit rival hunters found us, Moon-Eye fled and I managed to run away. If it hadn't been for them I would most certainly be a vampire now."
Sirius was in stood at a crossroads now, in front of him the narrow tunnel continued, to his left was a small hollowed out cavern about the size of the inn in Ald-Ruhn. There was a huge sunken area in the middle of the room which was filled with water. It looked to be about knee deep, in the middle of the water was a stone slab on top of which lay; Valiarie. His skin was marble white and sunken so far that it appeared to be no thicker than paper stretched over this skull. He had been starved of blood to keep him in a more manageable condition. A fine looking altmer woman was standing over Valiarie looking down at him as though he were a sleeping child. Near the edge of the room was a dunmer man sat in a wooden chair, which Sirius guessed to be where people might have to sit to guard Valiarie and make sure he didn't escape. The dunmer looked to be about middle aged (for an elf that was about 200 years old) he had pinky red eyes and long white hair tied in a pony tail, he had a fair face as most elves do and deep grey skin. Harron was standing in front of the Dunmer and next to him was a nord with white skin, and blond hair, clad in bearskin armour.
To Sirius' right was a huge cavern, filled with men training. There were wooden dummies punching bags and soldiers scattered everywhere. The stench of sweat filled Sirius' nostrils; he wrinkled his nose trying to pick out other scents under the current of sweat.

"Do you think he knows you're here?"The dunmer man suddenly asked of Harron.
"I couldn't say, I don't even know if he's escaped the rival hunters or not."
"I doubt he'll have trouble with some other vampire hunters." The Altmer woman spoke.
"Indeed, besides I'll bet they don't have what we have." He laughed. Harron gulped, he seemed nervous all of a sudden.
"We need the element of surprise." Sirius said to S'kar, "When I say so put out all the lights. And get ready to fight. We need to get rid of all the men first before we can get Valiarie out of here safely. Tell everyone to spread out."
Sirius sighed to himself. His heart felt heavy. Each of the vampires walked to a different area of the room. He managed to sneak past the men easily; they were making far too much noise to notice that six vampires had entered the room.
Sirius went straight for the middle, choosing to climb on top of a training dummy and balancing on the wooden frame.
"We are ready." S'kar said.
"Put out all the lights"
All the lamps in both rooms flickered as though in a high wind and then extinguished. The men gasped and looked around. One man muttered to himself "Must have been the wind."
Sirius closed his eyes for a second.
"I hear you have been looking for me." he spoke sending icy chills through the cave. At once he felt the fear in the air disappear and turn to tension mixed with anger.
The altmer woman in the other room pulled both her hands to her chest and a ball of fire appeared there before splitting into several smaller ones and lighting all the lamps.
Sirius let a smile creep over his lips as each man's eyes were drawn to him and his comrades who were standing around the edge of the room.
"I have come with a few things to say if you will listen."
Suddenly an arrow flew towards Sirius, who reached up with inhuman speed and caught the arrow.
"Now that was just rude." He said snapping the arrow in half with his fingers and casting it away. "Come now, you look like reasonable men, I came here to ask if you would be prepared to stop."
"Stop?" Asked a man who was wearing full steal armour and had a helmet under one arm, Sirius guessed he was a captain like Harron.
"Yes, stop this fighting. It is pointless for both sides. I also came to congratulate you; you are truly skilled if you can keep your headquarters hidden from vampires for this long."
"Your words mean nothing to us Fiend." The captain scowled.
Sirius noticed the dunmer man leaving the room and heading for the tunnel leading deeper into the caves, the nord and the altmer were following close behind him.
"They are running away, I'm going to chase them, you and the others tidy up here and get Valiarie out when you can."
"Understood."
"I guess there is nothing left to say then." Sirius sighed "Let the games begin!" He jumped down and landed as gracefully as a cat before drawing his katana and blocking the first attack that came his way. There were a lot even for Sirius, he had to be aware of all the soldiers around him and what they were doing as well as trying to move forwards out of the crowd to follow the ones who had escaped. He could hear the clanging of metal upon metal everywhere and then suddenly a terrible roar, over the heads of the men Sirius saw a huge Daedroth rearing its head and exercising its claws. Savara had summoned it to aid them and it seemed to be doing a fine job as screams issued from the men closest to it.

Sirius blocked an incoming attack, quickly spinning on his heel to block another one coming from behind him. He slashed his katana past a man on his right who immediately clutched his neck as the skin split and blood spurted out covering everyone in the near vicinity. Sirius licked the skin around his mouth absorbing the taste of hot fresh blood. It stimulated him the way nothing else could, its sweet taste filling his being giving him a surge of energy.
"You deserve to die." Spat an imperial man, who was wielding an axe in each hand. Sirius hissed and drew his wakizashi with his left hand. The man swung one axe over his head and the other one at about waste height, which would make it very difficult for one sword to block both attacks in one go. The blades came straight for Sirius' stomach and neck, but he ducked smoothly and blocked the lower attack with his katana before reaching out and burying his wakizashi in the man's kneecap who screamed in agony, falling instantly to the ground.
As Sirius removed his blade he heard a shing! sound as the edge of the blade scraqed past the bone. He stood up as fast as possible blocking and stabbing and slashing his way to the edge of the room. Just as he was about to escape a sword took him by surprise, slicing into the skin just below his ribcage. He whipped round holding his blades at the ready.
"Look at me you bastard!" the soldier demanded.
Sirius responded to his demand, staring directly into his eyes.
"My mother was killed by you blood stealers, I'm not letting you escape from me."
Sirius looked the man up and down, he wasn't that old and would make a fine husband for any woman who desired him, he didn't really want to end his life.
"As you wish" he replied.
The young man raised his sword above his head and brought it downwards; Sirius made his blades into an X shape and blocked the attack before using his strength to push the man's sword away. He quickly sheathed his blades and put his hand tightly around the young man's neck, pulling him forwards.
"I can be no one but myself." He whispered so that no one except the man would hear before he plunged his fangs into his neck. He could feel the heart racing and his body tensing, it was a sweet and beautiful bond; Sirius closed his eyes taking in great gulps of blood and forgetting everything except what he could taste and feel. The man's muscles were relaxing beneath his hands and his heart was slowing to a stop. Sirius pulled away the delicate taste of blood upon his lips. He laid the body down gently before turning and running down the tunnel.

He moved quickly, stopping occasionally to catch the fresh scents of the three that he was following. They were not making any sounds, but that didn't matter, Sirius had just fed and he could hear the beating of their hearts. He pursued the sound and soon realised they had stopped, they appeared to waiting.
The wound he had received from the young man was already healing; he could feel the skin knitting itself back together. Sirius took a final left and saw a door ahead of him; he rushed towards it, before pushing it open. It made a very ominous creaking sound as it swung open. On the other side was what appeared to be a shrine. It was neither a big or small cavern, but somewhere in between and it was filled with candles. Strange scribbling and symbol covered the walls and floor and in the centre of the room was an altar behind of which was stood the dunmer man, the nord and the altmer stodd either side of him.

"Ah, Moon-Eye... you came to us at last. Which of your lovers were you chasing after? The almost dead one? Or the one who escaped your kiss?" the dunmer asked; referring to Harron and Valiarie.
"Both, naturally." Sirius said breezily.
"You don't know how long I've waited to meet you Moon-Eye,"
"If you were waiting for me, why did you run?"
"I intended to be in this room when we met. What's you real name? I have always been curious."
"Sirius." Sirius said calmly. It was not the first time he had been asked this question. It was common to want to know your opponents name before you killed them or were killed by them.
"It's not a secret?"
"No. And if you are a decent man you shall be kind enough to grace me with your name."
"Aryth Veveran."
"I'm going to go ahead and ask you a question Aryth, because I'm pretty certain you will tell me anyway, we might as well get it out the way."
Aryth folded his arms over his chest and stood staring at Sirius waiting.
"Why did you become a hunter of my kind?"
He gave Sirius a very dark look, "My sister contracted porphyric hemophillia when she was 7 years old, and we just thought she was ill, possibly dying. On the third day she miraculously recovered, she kept saying she was thirsty, we kept bringing her water but she wouldn't drink anything until nightfall when she could no longer control her thirst and she leapt at my father, killing him and drinking every last drop of his blood. That night she disappeared and my mother and I never saw her again. She was beautiful and sweet and innocent as only a child can be innocent and she was made into a disgusting blood svcking monster, condemned to a life damned by the divine."He let out a sigh. "Why does it matter to you anyway?"

"For some reason, hunters feel the need to tell me. I don't know what they expect of me, for me to suddenly cry in shame of myself and beg for them to kill me? I am what I am, and your sister was experiencing the same thing that happens to all vampires when they awaken in their new form. We cannot help it."
"You should be ashamed!"
"Why? Tell me why. Tell me so that I may pass on the message to vampires elsewhere."
"Because you use mortals as cattle, you use us for our blood and for your own purposes."
Now it was Sirius' turn to laugh. He was genuinely amused by this and let his laughter fill the room.
Aryth stared daggers at Sirius. But he continued to laugh, taking the anger inside him and turning it into cruel laughter.
"So.... let me see if I have understood you correctly. You don't like receiving a taste of your own medicine? You don't like that you are treated the way you treat other species'?"
"It's a completely different matter!"
"You need plants and animals for food don't you? You need each other too, bakers and wine makers to provide you with sustenance. Well it just so happens that our sustenance is blood and we can no more turn this need off than you can with hunger."
"You are perverted, perverted disgusting creatures who give up your right to exist because of what you do to others." Aryth spat.
"Careful there Aryth you could easily say the same about mortals, you eat the very flesh of other creatures."
"We do what we need to survive!"
"So do we, are you going to condemn us for it?"
"Divines damn you to the planes of Oblivion!" Aryth roared raising his hand above his head. There was a flash of burning white light and Sirius remembered no more.

OOOHhhh, a cliffhanger!

This was an Awesome descriptive paragraph, it is riveting in its detail - More More More! (and please space between paragraphs for us blind readers, lol) I love your writing and thinking.

Loved the dialogue between the Dunmer and Sirius. Nice way of bringing up ethics. Sweet!
I noticed some minor spelling errors (bite makrs for example) and maybe a left out word or two.