"Farus, vampire, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. I would like you too see something." Endreg turned around and gave a call in the old Skaal language.

Soon, from a dark hallway emerged 20, seven foot tall Vampires, tribal tattoos covering their bodies, they wore only loin cloths and a few pieces of Mithril or Elven armor along with skull and bone adornments, they all had weapons fashioned of bone, being is scimitar or club, their faces were pale and gaunt, also with some tattoos. Their fangs were long, and their eyes the purest of sanguine red.

They weren't of any Tamrielic race though. "These are the Gangrel. They were found in the very caverns your men rest in."

"They are of pure Vampiric blood. They are my true royal guard, and they have served me well in the past. You and your Lord Isaac call yourselves vampires, hah, these are the true Vampires. Your Lord Isaac, he is becoming something dangerous, I have dreamed of it, for I have the blood of Hircine flowing through my veins."

Endreg took another gulp of mead. "Do not worry, I can take form whenever I wish, and silver does not harm me, thanks to a drink given to me by the Glenmoril Witches. You plan to lead against Isaac, yes? Then let I and my men help you. The Gangrel will follow without hesitation. What say you?" Enndreg put forth his hand, waiting.

Farus gripped the hand tightly, a grin coming on his face. So just like that, the Prophet would be removed... and as soon as he was gone, someone would have to lead the Vampire's. Farus knew to well who he planned for that person to be, but all that needed to be done was for Farus to find a way to remove the vampire lord, but make it seem like it was not his fault. Here comes along this Endreg, and says to Farus. "Heres a way."

"And tell me, how will this benefit you?" was all Farus said.

"The slaughter of every last wolf. My hate for Hircine is insatiable, I want to face him, and kill him." Endreg flashed his yellow wolf eyes, "So it's settled then, we siege the Imperial City. We slay this, Isaac, and you lead the vampires. I and my people are to be left alone, and together, my forces and yours, we will rid Cyrodiil of the wolf horde."

The masked rider began to cross the bridge of the once Imperial City, his cultist following. Guards at the gates began to turn Ballistas toward them.

"HALT!" one shouted, "You shall not come any farther! State your purposes."

The masked rider cackled, a grin coming onto his face and revealing thousands of fangs. "I come, to bear a message from the mighty Wolf Lord, Bloodfang!"

Many of the vampires muttered to each other, one of the guards beginning to pull the arrow on his ballista back. "Bloodfang is a thing of story, and nothing more!"

The guard then fired the ballista, it soaring toward the masked rider. One of the cultist leaped forward with surprising agility, sacrificing his body to prevent the Rider from being killed. The cultist's body slammed on the ground, pinned.

The rider began to cackle, raising a mangled mix of a claw and hand toward the guard that fired the arrow. "Do you think, that such a minor weapon as that will defeat the children of the Hound Lord?"

The guards readied more Ballistas, some archers raising there bows.

***

Isaac sat in the Tiber Septim hotel, waiting for the guest to come downstairs. He let out a sigh, thinking to himself.

Hircine did something to him last night, and Isaac knew it involved the wretched curse. Indeed, the Prophet had dreams of werewolves and the cultist, yet when he awoke, he found himself in the exact same bed he fell asleep in, no signs of transformation. Either, the curse had not hit him full force, or there was something in Isaac that prevented it.

Another thing that bothered the Prophet was the fact that he had not been killed yet. Four nights it had been, since the battle against the Alpha. Isaac knew many other vampires, who when bitten, died in a matter of hours. Why not him?

And then, the stories of Lucien came to him. A vampire lord, that brought forth many of the civilized clans into one army, to do battle against Bloodfang, the Hound Lord of the North. They say throughout the journey of Exile, the vampire was bitten by one of Bloodfang's minions, but unlike most of his kind, he did not die. Instead, he found he had far greater agility and senses then most of his kind.

Isaac shook his head at the thought. No vampire could ever compare to the notorious vampire, not even Isaac.

"Sir!" a voice said from the hotels entrance, Isaac turning his head to see a red armored guard standing. "There are intruders at the gates!"

A messenger had knocked on the door. Janus got up and answered it.

"Sir, Lord Isaac requests your presence." The messenger seemed distracted and, as soon as the words were said, walked downstairs. Without any words said, Barius and the others followed him down. They saw Isaac himself on the bottom level. Janus began to approach him but a red-armored vampire came barging through the front door. "Sir, there are intruders at the gates!"

dun-dun-dun!!!!

END OF CHAPTER ONE

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