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Thanks mALX1, I don't think anyone's loved my thinking before I'm just glad I have some people interested in my writing to be honest I didn't think it would really when I first started.

And I really really love how you keep reading RemKoNL, having dedicated readers (or at least mildly dedicated) gives me more of a reason to write. I mean writing because you enjoy it is fun and I thats the one reason why I do do it but having readers makes it that much more exciting.

Chapter 7 will be coming soon, I have a lot of stuff to get sorted at the moment but I will be writing whenever I can

Yeah! Can't wait!

Well this morning I was inspired. So I wrote and read it and came back and re read it, and it is a little on the short side but here is Chapter Seven

On a side note, I am really really really looking forward to writing chater eight. Where questions shall be answered.

Chapter Seven

The guild hall; with its high ceilings, and walls made of black marble with silver veins like lightning in the midnight sky. The entrance hall was filled with vampires, every single vampire in the guild except its leader. They were all walking towards the door; clutching their sides, as they walked deep cuts appeared in their skin, cutting through the cloth and reaching almost to the bone. At first nothing happened but after a few seconds blood poured from the vampire's wounds and as it did their skin began sinking in their eyes looking up in helplessness at what was happening to them.
One by one they started to fall, gracefully and slowly their bodies curved to hit the floor andthey lay with their eyes wide open and their lips parted as though to kiss a lover. By now their skin was sunken so much that they looked like an artist canvas, with the material stretched too tightly over the frame, everything was silent for a moment or two and then there was a cracking sound, hundreds of cracking sounds like millions of eggs hatching, the chipping away of the shell. As the cracking died away the corpses began to wither and shrivel and thousands of moths flew from inside the bodies, flying from their open mouths, their noses and their wounds; they rose into the air, their tiny wings beating like the banging of a drum and their screeches echoing through the halls.
Sirius walked through the sea of blood as the moths flew overhead and knew he had failed.

He could feel himself coming back, his skin was burning and his body felt as though it was made of stone. He knew he was on the floor because he could hear voices above him, he tried to tune in to what they were saying but with great difficulty, they sounded so far away.

"Urgh," someone groaned
"What happened? I thought it was only meant to damage the vampire."
There was the sound of a woman screaming in horror.
"My skin!" She shouted. "You were too aggressive Aryth, I told you I should be the one to do it. I have more control over my magicka." The people were standing up, with a few uncomfortable moans.
"Our skin is a worthy price to pay for the vampire." Aryth said triumphantly.
"Are you sure he's dead?" The altmer asked.
"He may still be alive, but not for much longer. I need the wooden staff."

Suddenly the door swung open with an almighty creaking sound as someone burst into the room. Sirius identified the 'someone' as Harron, the smell of him was unmistakable.
"Sir!" Harron shouted but he was quickly distracted by the sight of Sirius and the others. "By the nines what happened to you? And what happened to S- the vampire? His skin looks all scabbed and burnt." But as he spoke there seemed to be something awfully fake about his voice.
"What do you think it was Harron! It was what the monks taught us of how to call upon sunlight when we needed it, you were there."
"Except Aryth let it get out of control and gave us sunburn, although he did a fine job on the vampire." The altmer lady said.
"What are you doing in here anyway Harron, you know this room is off limits for the time being."
Sirius heard the sound of something long and wooden clattering on the floor, if he had been human his heart would be racing.
"I have news. The vampires wiped us out but two of them fell. They're ok though!" he added hastily, a little too hastily for Aryth, although Sirius was grateful to know he had not led his comrades into a death trap.
"Harron. There is something incredibly odd going on wouldn't you say?"
Sirius heard Harron's heartbeat speed up and the smell of fear and sweat filled his nose.
"You come back here and six vampires just so happen to turn up at the same time. You seem to be rather attached to them as if you care about their wellbeing. I think you are a traitor."
Harron seemed to know the charade was up so he didn't even try to deny any of it.
"They aren't as bad as you think they are. When Sirius and his friend came here the other day I expected them to be blood svcking monsters as you said they would be, but Sirius was civilized and spoke with more intelligence than I've ever heard come out of your mouth."

Sirius felt touched, it was very very rare that any mortal ever stood up for him. He needed to get out of here, his skin felt as though it was on fire but he had to escape.
"You are as bad as they are Harron!" Aryth spat. "How dare you, you caused all those men to die, all your friends the people you've worked with!"
"No! They would have died anyway, And Sirius gave them a chance, a chance to change their minds like I did, they just didn't take it."
Something exploded; Sirius opened his eyes and saw flames crawling across the floor and the walls. It was the ink of the runes and symbols catching alight.
The altmer woman cackled as the flames danced around her.
"You can die here with him then." She laughed "If the vampire is so precious to you!"
The fire was so hot; although it didn't actually burn him the heat of it was tormenting. He forced himself to stand up and the firelight reflecting in his left eye.
The nord, the altmer and the dunmer all gasped as Sirius rose. He looked angry, deep wrath etched into his face.
"You are tainted mortals!" he bellowed at them, "Now I will make you do what your kind does best!" Sirius was exactly a mage, but he was particularly skilled in the arts of illusion and watching mortals fight amongst themselves, especially to the death was a terrible thing. "Harron get back!"
Harron threw himself out of the room as Sirius launched his spell through the flames at them.

"Why did you start a fire you stupid woman!"
"Fenrick said it was a good idea!"
"Fenrick doesn't know what he's talking about!"
"I'm right here and yes I do know what I'm talking about, Vampires hate fire."
The man called Fenrick pulled a war hammer from his back and lifted it over his head before bringing it crashing down. Sirius heard a scream and the crunching of bone. He turned away and threw a lock pick on the floor, left the room and locked the door by touching the lock with his index finger. Harron looked up at Sirius with a mixture of awe and horror on his face.
"We need to leave." Sirius said urgently, "But I have on question for you first."
"Yes?"
"Why didn't you tell us about the sunlight? We could have prepared ourselves against it. Luckily my skin will heal by the morning, but some of us don't live through sunlight in such concentrated doses."
"I'm sorry Sirius." Harron wept. "I just didn't think to mention it, I was so used to them talking about it I thought it was normal for vampire hunters to have those powers."
Sirius frowned at Harron but could see he was being sincere so he stretched out a hand to help Harron up from the floor where he'd thrown himself out of the room.
Sounds of aggressive fighting could still be heard inside so Sirius gestured that they start walking.
"Which two were injured?" He asked as they walked.
"Naresh and um... the silent one who doesn't say much."
"S'kar?"
"That's the one."
"What happened to them?"
"I didn't see what happened to S'kar, but Naresh got beaten with a wooden staff, he's just really weak and he narrowly missed getting it stabbed through his chest! S'kar is just unconscious Savara thinks it might a spell, but she wasn't too worried because she said S'kar was very good at magic and that it probably looked worse than it is."
"Thank you Harron. It's not often a mortal aids us as much as you have."
"I was just doing what is right." He smiled. "Sirius?" The tone of Harron's voice was suddenly so different that Sirius stopped and turned round.
"Yes Haron."
"Can you... Can I- How-... I mean, I want to be a vampire." He said finally.
Sirius tilted his head and frowned slightly. "There's no going back you know."
"I know. But I have no family and no friends now that they're all... gone. You are the closest thing I have to a friend at the moment and I don't like to think of you all disappearing now that you're work is done here."
"It's not completely done." Sirius said heavily thinking of Flow. "But yes we will be going soon."
"I'll be alone when you leave."
"There are always places to go and people to meet."
"Yes but they'll seem so dull after all this." Harron laughed. "Please. I am sure."
"Maybe you can help us wake up Valiarie then." Sirius said, turning on his heel and walking towards the scent of death, it was so strong, almost overpowering.
The room they had fought in was covered with so many dead bodies Sirius could barely see the floor, and what part of the floor that he could see was covered with blood, deep dark blood that was slowly drying. However the room where Valiarie was, was void of bodies.
Naresh was sitting in the wooden chair with his head leaning against the wall and his eyes closed, Savara was standing next to her brother making sure he was ok while Louis and Nine-Claws were sat on the floor with S'kar who was completely unconscious. Valiarie still lay in his sleep like state on the stone slab.

"What happened to you?" Savara asked upon seeing Sirius. The others looked up.
"Sunlight. Their leader summoned concentrated sun beams but managed to give himself and the other two sunburn in the process."
Savara got sent into fits of giggles.
"No control over his magic," Naresh snorted.
"We need to wake S'kar up." Sirius said, walking over to her and kneeling down. "It would appear she put herself to sleep to protect herself from whatever magic got used on her." Louis said, stroking her soft hair.
"Give her some blood and she'll be ok." Nine-Claws said.
"Harron, didn't you say you wanted to help?" Sirius asked, not taking his eyes from S'kar.
"I did." Harron spoke solemnly, walking towards S'kar.
"If you can help both S'kar and Valiarie you can join us, but we need a mortal's blood."
Harron nodded, looking a little bit nervous. "What do you need me to do?"
"You need to take this," Sirius turned and handed Harron his wakizashi "And make a cut across your wrist, then hold your wrist to S'kar's mouth so that she may drink the blood."
Harron looked down at Sirius' weapon, held it to his wrist, and pressed it into his soft flesh until red liquid seeped up through his skin, he knelt down and held his wrist as close to S'kar's mouth as possible.
Although she did not open her eyes her mouth clamped to his wrist and she lifted her hands grabbing Harron's arm and taking several gulps before opening her eyes and letting go.
"Thank you." She said looking right into Harron's eyes before wiping her mouth and standing up.
Harron didn't say anything; it seemed he was incapable of speaking at the moment. He let Sirius lead him over to Valiarie, as they walked through the shallow water their sloshing footsteps echoed through the whole cavern.

"Now you must hold your wrist close to his mouth so he can smell the blood, as soon as he shows signs of awakening lean over him so that he can drink from your neck."
Harron nodded, he didn't seem worried any more. As he held his wrist to Valiarie's mouth a few drops of blood fell onto his lips and Valiarie's tongue slowly came out licking the blood away.
The strange thing was that the inside of his mouth was black as though he had been eating blueberry pie, black stained the joins between his teeth and his tongue was as black as coal, but where the blood touched it, it turned back to a more normal colour.
That was what happened when a vampire became starved of blood, they would not cease to exist, they could carry on living in a sleep like state for as long as they needed, but their body would become much more undead in its appearance.
As Harron lowered his neck, Valiarie lifted his head and bit down hard through Harron's skin. Harron couldn't hold in a sudden gasp of pain. Sirius took a step back watching Valiarie take long drawn out gulps of blood, the colour was returning to his cheeks and his skin was filling out.
Just as Harron looked like he was going to pass out, Sirius handed Valiarie his wakizashi.
Valiarie's eyes opened.
"Make him a vampire." Sirius whispered in his ear.
Valiarie swiftly cut his own wrist and held it out to Harron who instinctively took it and drank. Sirius looked away he suddenly felt as though he was witnessing something very private and intimate.
Thoughts of Flow crossed his mind filling him with both longing and hurt. He remembered her lying on his chest feeling her heart beat against him and her soft voice, the way she seemed to need him and clung to his clothes, but such memories were quickly shattered by her rejection and her anger.
At least she kept the necklace Sirius thought bitterly.
When he turned round Harron was clutching the stone slab trying to stop himself from falling over. His arms and legs were shaking terribly. S'kar quickly went to Harron and held him to keep him steady.
"It's so good to be awake." Valiarie smiled, standing up and stretching dramatically.
"It's nice to have you back with us." Naresh grinned. "We did think about leaving you asleep but we thought it might be cruel, lucky for you Sirius found someone who wanted to become a vampire so you got rescued."
Valiarie laughed, and Sirius smiled. Hearing his oldest and closest friend laugh again was like music to his soul and it warmed him the way nothing else could.
"Who's going to fill me in then?" Valiarie asked looking around at them all, while S'kar gestured for Naresh to get out of the chair so that Harron could sit down.

How long they sat there, Sirius wasn't sure, he told Valiarie of his endeavours excluding anything to do with Flow while the others explained in greater detail their journey to Ald-Ruhn. While they were talking Harron fell asleep, the porphyric hemophillia starting to take effect, so Sirius told them all of the things Harron had done for them, including how he had shown them loyalty by undermining his own leader.
The others were impressed, and looked over at the unconscious Harron, his chest rising and falling rapidly as his body tried in vain to fight off the disease.
"What happened to you then?" Savara asked Valiarie.
"There isn't much to say; they did the usual sort of thing. They captured me, the mage woman managed to hold me in place with some very complex magic while the questioned me about, you, the guild, you, where the location of our guild hall was, you, what our plans as guild were and you really."
Louis laughed, "You'd think they'd come up with more inventive questions by now wouldn't you."
"Apparently not." Valiarie smiled, looking up at Sirius who hadn't really spoken much for the past few hours. He knew something was wrong, they had known each other that long it was so easy to tell.
"Then they covered a dagger in this very odd poison which simply stops wounds from healing, they slashed me in several places and let the blood drain away. I was aware of what was happening but I couldn't process things fast enough or do anything about it. I heard you all arrive, but it took me at least 15 minutes to realise it."
"That's some strange poison; I must search for some before we leave so I can have a look at it. It might come in useful if I can learn how to make it." Naresh said, who was sitting on the floor grinding ingredients up in his mortar and pestle.
"So what are our plans now?" Savara asked.
"Well Harron can't travel like this so we'll stay in Ald-Ruhn until he is well enough, then we can head back, we will need to keep an eye on him, and someone needs to be in charge of finding him some blood so that we don't have a demonic vampire on our hands." Sirius said, very matter of factly.
He was sure it was dawn by now; he could feel the familiar vibes that came with morning,
"I'm just going to see if it's morning or not." He said, leaving the room and walking up through the tunnel.
Outside the sky was growing pale. Sirius guessed it was about 7 or 8 am. Flow would be leaving the town this evening and despite what she had said to him he still felt he had to stop her.

How interesting! Your writing is perfect, I just get so wrapped in the story, lol. Awesome!

Are you busy with school? I'm waiting for another chapter, lol. Your details in that last chapter were Awesome! Really interesting - your depiction of vampires is more in depth than any I've ever read, and it keeps me riveted!

Thanks mALX1. I have read lots of supernatural/vampire books so I guess they are my inspiration. And I like being able to write because I can take what they've written, get rid of the bits I don't like and add my own ideas.

And yes I am stupidly busy at the moment, I have a lot of projects to get finished for college, and organising for someones birthday as well as making plans for a vampire/were- creature RP. And as I plan Chapter 8 to be the last chapter of this particular fan fiction I'd rather take my time on it.

ARGH!! NOOOOOOOOO!

ARGH! And we didn't get the chapter 8 you promised! ARGH! - ....can't... stop...now...ARGH!!

Somehow I managed to miss your last post but I corrected that error. Chapter 8 is going to be the last one? Seriously? Bummer. Look forward readsing the conclusion though. :goodjob:

It would seem Malx has fallen to the dark arts of necromancy I get online only to find a dozen threads I hadn't seen in months, and Malx has resurrected them all. I understand your desire to read more, but what brought this about?

Well chapter 8 is going to be the last of this little adventure, but I am planning on doing another section of Sirius' life. So instead of just having one ongoing one I'll just skip the boring stuff and only do the interesting bits

I have a pretty good plan for the next section and I'm really sorry I haven't posted the last chapter yet, I have had a stupidly busy christmas and I had an essay to do over the holidays and I'm just finishing off my university application form D: So basically I'm in a hectic place at the moment but I promise you I haven't forgotten about this.

Uh...I got snowed in, lol. Sorry Darkom! I would have been bugging them a lot sooner but didn't have the time till now.



@ Half Tooth - you should ace that essay! I can't wait till you get free'd up in your time, you are the top vampire writer on the forum!

:o mALX1 thats so... I am... I can't believe you think so thank you. Although I do usually write about nothing but vampires on here As well as read Anne Rice's books (author of Interview with a vampire) and other vampire/ supternatural / were-creature books

Aww that really made my day.

I love Anne Rice too.

Hello Half-Tooth,

I just finished catching up on your story. I'm not a big fan of vampire fiction (over-glamorized in recent years), though I loved Interview with a Vampire when it first came out. But reading your story was not optional - I had to do it. From the first chapter I was hooked - it has been a compelling read.

I shall wait patiently for your next (and last?) chapter.

Same here. I read the entire "vampire chronicles' and thoroughly enjoyed them. Although it's been over 13 years ago.
I truly despised the second movie they made, Queen of the dead it was called I think. What a mess they made out of Lestat :shakehead: (not to mention the story :yuck: )
I loved him in "Interview with the vampire".

Ok. I am really sorry about the length of time between chapters but it's been like one thing after another for me this year. Anyway without further ado I give you the 8th and final chapter of this fanfiction.
I hope it is a good ending. I've had this planned in my head for a good 5 years. It's taken me this long to write it

Chapter Eight

Harron lay on the bed in Sirius’ room at the inn. They had managed to bring him in around 9am when the inn was mostly empty, all the early risers had got up, had breakfast and left and no one had come in drinking. Although he had witnessed a mortal becoming a vampire countless times he could not help but feel sad watching the body struggle for survival when it was inevitably going to fall to the vampires disease.
It was early evening now, vaguely clear skies bathed Ald’Ruhn in and orange, almost red light with long shadows as the sun slowly disappeared. Sirius returned his gaze from Harron to the window, there was a guar drawn carriage outside the Under Skar in the centre of the town.
Servants from the Erew manor were loading bags and boxes onto the back of the carriage while Flow’s dad stood at the door watching them, he looked rather harassed.

Sirius felt his heart leap as Flow came out of the manor she had dark circles under her eyes and even from this distance Sirius’ could see she was shaking. He watched as she ran to the carriage and started pulling her bags off, or trying to at least. She didn’t seem to have enough strength to lift anything.
Then Sirius’ did something he had never done before, not that it was dramatic but he lifted his hand and clutched his chest, his heart ached terribly he just wanted to go to her and help her. Seeing her struggle cancelled out the things she had said to him yesterday.

“Sirius?” Spoke a croaked voice. Harron was looking up reaching out feebly.
“Yes?”
“Water, please.” Sirius went to the table in the room and poured water from a jug into a glass before handing it to Harron.
“I... can’t sit up, would you help me?” He asked in a very small voice. Sirius silently obliged, pulling Harron into a sitting position and holding the glass as he drank from it. The amount of heat radiating from him was unreal, not just because he was a mortal, his body was trying all sorts of things to try and fight off the disease; freezing itself, boiling itself, sometimes even throwing up or emptying itself of all bodily fluids (one way or another).
When Harron had finished drinking he let himself slump back down onto the bed and immediately shut his eyes falling back to sleep. Sirius studied him for a moment and then placed his own icy hand over Harron’s forehead, Harron let out a light sigh. They were going to need a victim for him, when he recovered Harron would not be able to go anywhere until he had filled up on fresh blood, that was S’kar’s task though, to find a target and bring them to the room alive. He had no doubts in her though, S’kar rarely failed.
The door creaked open slowly and Valiarie walked in, as he turned to shut the door his long black plait swung out behind him nearly knocking a vase onto the floor. Sirius let out a small chuckle.
“Are you ever going to get that plait cut off? I’ve always wondered what you’d look like bald.”
“I’ll go bald if you do.” Valierie smiled, heading over to sit down in a chair that was overlooking the window.
“Wow, did that man out there just hit that woman?” Valiarie said, sounding quite amused. Sirius felt himself go immediately icy, but he couldn’t let Valiarie know.
“What’s going on?” He asked standing up and looking out the window.
“That woman, oh wait she looks a lot younger than I thought she was, is that her dad? Anyway she was taking her suitcase into the manor when her dad snatched it out of her hand and hit her.”
Sirius stared in horror at Flow who had been knocked to the floor her head hanging.
“I’m going to kill him!” Sirius snarled, unable to contain his anger any longer.
“What!?”
Sirius wrenched open the door which flung into the wall with an almighty bang when something hit him and he suddenly found himself staring at the floorboards.
“Get off me!” He hissed at Valiarie who had managed to very successfully pin him down so that he was completely incapable of moving.
“I mean it!” Sirius writhed on the floor, trying to get up. There were not many who could pin him down like this but as Valiarie was the one who turned him into a vampire and was also the one who had taught him how to control his urges by holding him back on countless occasions, this was one situation where Valiarie would always have the upper hand.
“She’s hurt! You have to let me go!”
Valiarie said nothing, simply holding him down. You had to do that with young vampires, ignore their pleas and just hold them so that they didn’t run off and get themselves killed.
“This isn’t bloodlust you fool this is...” but he couldn’t finish the sentence. What was it exactly?
“A woman?” Valiarie ended for him.
“Yes, exactly! And you’re keeping me here is just making me more angry that I can’t help her.”
“What were you planning on doing, just marching down there and beating the guar dung out of her dad? She wouldn’t react too favourably to that.”
Sirius hissed to himself; that had been his plan precisely. How did Valiarie know him so well? Unless he had done the same thing over a woman before.
“I speak from experience here Sirius, just trust me.”
“What happened?” Sirius asked, still speaking into the floorboards and wondering how in all the time they had know each other they had never discussed women before.
“She was beautiful, the most beautiful woman I have ever set eyes on, she had dark skin and lots of soft curly dark brown hair with huge hazel eyes and a perfect smile. She was curvy and soft, her skin was so silky. I would have done anything she asked me to.” Valiarie sighed “It’s ridiculous really, there are women all over the place but that one just messed up my head, made me think illogically and do stupid things trying to get her attention, I don’t know what came over me.”

Sirius felt himself relaxing a little bit, thinking of how he had held Flow as she fell asleep several nights ago.
“As it turned out she was quite popular with the men, every time another man showed interest in her I felt my temper raise unnaturally, and I have no idea why, I couldn’t begin to explain it. Let’s just say she was not impressed by my outbursts of anger and I got sent to the Imperial Prison for the murders of several men.”
Sirius said nothing and just looked at the floor, studying a knot in the wood and following the grain of it along the plank with his eyes.
“Poison, some of them are.” Valiarie finished, and Sirius felt the weight from his back subside as Valiarie stood up.
“I just wish I knew what to do.” Sirius replied sitting up and resting his head in his hands. “I just want to help, she makes me feel whole and I could never hurt her, not even if I tried.”
“What’s her story?” Valiarie asked.
“Her dad wants to send her away to Solthsiem, he seems to have some sort of a problem with her. And there is something wrong with her, she’s not been well lately but I don’t think she’s sick. I am assuming that her problem is the same problem her dad has with her but I don’t know.”
“I guess she’s leaving tonight then?”
“Indeed.” Sirius glanced quickly at Harron before turning to Valiarie who was giving Sirius a sympathetic but thoughtful look.
“I would ask why you didn’t just tell me this but I think I already know why.”
Sirius looked quizzically at his friend
“There’s a first time for everything, including falling in love. And it’s nothing like anything you’ve ever felt before.”
Sirius nodded. “How does it mess with your mind so badly? It’s making me feel crazy, almost like I don’t have a good hold on life any more.”
Valiarie laughed softy. “Love does all that and more.”
There was a companionable silence between them for a while broken only by Harron breathing softly.
“Sirius?”
“Mmm? Sirius turned to look at Valiarie who was staring intently out the window.
“The carriage isn’t there any more.”
A surge of energy swept through Sirius’ body, he stood up in an instant forgetting everything they had just spoken about. Valiarie lunged for Sirius but Sirius threw him back against the wall not even turning to see what damage he had caused.

I have to see her, I have to see her, I have to see her, I have to see her. He chanted to himself in his head leaping over the banisters, landing next to the front door of the inn and opening the door with such a force that it almost swung off is hinges.
He was in such a rush he barely recognised Naresh walking towards him;
“Sirius, are you ok?”
“Get out of my way!” He snarled shoving Naresh in the chest causing him to fall onto his back and bang him head on the ground.

Flow’s dad was standing outside the manor staring up at the sky where some of the early stars were visible.
“What have you done with her you complete and utter BASTARD!” Sirius yelled running up to him, grabbing his shirt with both hands which lifted him off his feet and slammed him back into the wall of the manor.
He could feel the man’s heart racing so close to his own it seemed to fuel his anger, everything about this man annoyed him, his quickened breathing, (which was only a natural reaction to fear), his short build, the way his eyes were darting in their sockets trying to come to terms with the situation... everything.
“Where is she!” Sirius demanded.
“I... I... “
“Stop stammering! Spit it out.”
“Like I’m going to tell a deranged mad man.”
“I’m not-“ Sirius stopped. Thinking of Valiarie telling him only moments ago that love made you mad.
He let go of the man and stepped back, feeling ashamed of his rashness when he was usually so good at keeping his cool.
Flow’s father dusted himself down and rearranged his shirt whilst shooting glances of menace at Sirius out of the corner of his eyes.
“I should apologise.”
“Yes, you should. I don’t see why one stranger should assault another stranger for no reason.”
Sirius decided this would not be a good time to admit that Flows dad was not a stranger to him as he had broken into his Manor and listened to some of his conversations.
“I’m sorry.”
The dunmer seemed to be waiting for Sirius to continue.
“I love your daughter.”
“Love? No one could love such a person.”
“That remark hurts more than any dagger could.”
“That girl is a disease, how could anyone love a disease?”
A frown crept across Sirius’ face, how could a man dislike his daughter so much? Especially one as beautiful and clever as Flow.
“She is the most beautiful women I had ever laid eyes on. She is not a disease!” Sirius spat.
“There must be something wrong with you too then if you think something disgusting... revolting even has a side of beauty to it.”
“She’s not a ‘thing’ either, why are you treating her like an object?” Sirius was feeling enraged again, how had someone as amazing as Flow come from someone has closed and stupid as this.
“That’s none of your business boy! I don’t have to answer to you anyway, my daughter is gone now, put her from your mind.”
“I’ve seen that chair in your house, the one with the straps on, what’s it for? Do you hate her so that you torture her you sick man?”
His face went pale. “You’ve been in my house?”

Sirius was lost for words. He cared more about the fact that Sirius had been in his house rather than his own daughter.
“What is wrong with you!” He bellowed “You torture your daughter but you care more that someone has walked uninvited into your house.”
“I don’t torture her, she does it to herself!”
Sirius was taken aback. “I have to find her.” He said, resigning himself from the conversation since it seemed to be going nowhere.
“Good luck.” Flow’s father said, going inside the manor and shutting the door with rather more force than necessary.

She was going to Solsthiem and he could run extremely fast when he needed to. With no concern for if anyone noticed his supernatural speed, Sirius ran at full pelt out of the city sprinting over the sand dunes and rocky hills. At least it was a clear night with the full moon shining brightly bathing the dunes in a silvery light and there were no sand storms to hinder him. In fact the air was unbelievably still as though it was waiting for something to happen, making the hairs on the back of Sirius’ neck prickle.

I have to see her, I have to see her, I have to see her. Sirius repeated in his head, willing himself to move at greater speed and trying desperately not to trip over lose thorny weeds and rocks.
At last he could see the carriage up ahead, it was being drawn by two guars, Sirius could hear their feet padding against the sand and their noisy breathing.
With Flow’s transport in sight Sirius ran as fast as he could, when he was within jumping distance he leapt at the carriage and landed neatly on the ledge that the wealthy folk use to climb into the carriage in order to keep their dignity, using the handle on the door to steady himself.

The extra weight made the carriage sway slightly but the gaur driver seemed to decide it was just the fault of the gaur and did not turn round to see a vampire hanging off the door handle just beneath him.
There were no candles inside the carriage, in fact it was completely dark, and the curtains were drawn. Sirius assumed Flow might have planned to sleep during her journey as it would likely be a long one.
He perched on one side of the step-up-ledge and as carefully as possible opened the door, got in and shut the door again.

“Sirius! What are you doing?” Flow gasped, pushing herself up from being lain down on the seat.
He didn’t think, he just pulled her into his chest and kissed her tenderly running his left hand through her hair while holding his other arm around her protectively. She didn’t pull away she kissed him back, her lips were warm and soft and she seemed to be putting her entire being into her kiss clinging to him as he held her.

“Sirius, what-“
“I love you.” Sirius said, he could feel tears of blood trickling down his white cheeks. She blinked, her own eyes starting filling with crystal tears.
“I love you so much, everything about you, I just want to take care of you I want to keep you safe.”
He could see her clearly in the dark, but knew that she couldn’t see him. Flow lifted one hand up to his face and stroked his cheek.
“You’re crying?” She whispered as her thumb ran over his tears. He clasped her hand tightly closing his eyes for a moment and savouring her warmth.
“I love you too Sirius.” She murmured, before pulling him towards her and locking their lips in another passionate embrace.
After a while she gently nudged him away and motioned for him to sit next to her. He did so and let her rest against his chest feeling temporarily contented, the swaying of the carriage was almost hypnotic making him feel more relaxed.

“I’m glad you came.” Flow whispered. It was only then that Sirius realised how weak she seemed, even speaking was taking its toll on her.
“You don’t have to tell me what’s wrong. But I don’t want you going to Solsthiem, not alone anyway, that’s where your dad wants you and I don’t trust him.” He felt her body stiffen against him.
“I saw that torture device you get locked into. It’s not right, I can take you away from him, from that life, I can help you if you’ll let me.”
“You don’t understand, I don’t get a happy ending, my father says so, and even if you could take care of me I’m not safe.” She pulled away from him, sobbing as she did so. “Just get away from me while you still can. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t, I promise.”
“Do not make promises you can’t keep.”
“If I’m getting out of this carriage you’re coming with me.” Sirius said standing up and swaying to keep his balance in the moving carriage. “I don’t care how stubborn you are Flow, I love you nothing you can say will keep me away.”
“Don’t you dare Sirius!” She shouted as he put his arms around her and picked her up, she was too weak to fight back. “Put me down! You don’t understand, put me down and I’ll explain!”
But it was too late the carriage swayed and Sirius fell back against the door their combined weight pushing it open and both of them toppled out falling in a clumsy heap on the dusty ground.
“Flow are you alright? I didn’t mean...” He stopped mid sentence. The moonlight was beating down almost as bright as the sun on Flow’s skin, light of the full moon. She began changing before his eyes, fur sprouting all over her body, her clothes tearing and her eyes bulging, she screamed in agony as her human bones cracked and reformed into the stronger bones of a werewolf. Claws lengthened and sharp fangs pushed themselves through her gums. Her screams turned to howls before she collapsed in a heap.

Sirius hadn’t realised that he had stood up, or that he had backed away from her. Would she recognise him? Time seemed to freeze as he watched her, even for a werewolf she was beautiful, streamlined and covered with silky brown fur tinted with red, the same colour as her hair.
As he watched her everything seemed to fit into place, the closed curtains to keep the moonlight off her skin, Solsthiem the homeland of werewolves, the chair to keep her tied down and stop her from hurting the townsfolk and her family. Even her father’s distaste made sense now, and her hatred of herself.

“Flow?” Sirius spoke nervously.
She picked herself up, now recovered from her painful transformation and her head instantly swivelled to face Sirius. She had beautiful deep red eyes, virtually no different from her dunmer self. Flow was sniffing the air, catching his scent. She recognised the scent he could tell as her eyes looked at him longingly he took a step towards her but as he did so she threw back her head and howled.

It was a hunting call.
When she looked down again her lips were raised, baring her teeth and a rumbling growl grew in her throat. She had picked him as her prey.
Without thinking Sirius turned and ran in the opposite direction, he let his instincts guide him pushing him forwards. He could hear the sounds of the werewolf’s paws hitting the ground, its breathing quickening and ravenous growls escaping its snapping jaws.
He drew his katana and whipped round, even a fully fed vampire cannot outrun a hungry werewolf.
“Don’t make me hurt you!” Sirius yelled, but even as he said it he was shaking, this wasn’t just a werewolf, this was Flow, beautiful Flow not in her right state of mind. He needed to wound her enough to make her run away but not enough to deeply injure her.

The werewolf seemed unaffected, thick drool dripping from its mouth. She reared back preparing herself to pounce and Sirius wasn’t really sure what happened next. He was nearly knocked out from the force of a huge hairy mound of fur colliding with him. He lay on the ground trying to orientate himself feeling sharp pain in his right bicep and stomach.
Something wet splashed on his cheek and as Sirius looked up he saw a mouthful of sharp teeth. He felt around on the ground for a rock and swung it up to hit the werewolf in the side of the head.
It howled and stumbled, Sirius felt a ripping sensation and saw a deep dark wound on his stomach and claw marks on his arm.
She was powerful, and Sirius had definitely underestimated her. Both the vampire and the werewolf picked themselves up.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” Sirius pleaded, looking into Flows eyes. But she didn’t know him anymore, there was nothing left of Flow there and it made Sirius’ heart hurt.

She pounced again but he side rolled out of the way, and turned round to see the werewolf very skilfully rolling itself back into a standing position and then running on two legs right at him.
Flow swung one clawed paw down to hit Sirius at the join between the shoulders and neck but he blocked it with the flat side of his katana, shoving her arm back. But her other set of claws was heading for his side. He quickly shifted his blade to block her again, she was incredibly close to him now, and she was two heads taller than he was when stood on her hind legs. He pushed her back but it was no use she shoved her weight against him knocking him to the ground. She lifted her head back, opening her jaws and brought them down closing her teeth around Sirius’ neck, but Sirius’ body kicked into instinctive mode as his vision clouded and he moved his katana so that as the werewolf pressed her body closer the blade drove straight though her chest.
Teeth were piercing his neck he could feel blood leaving his body. The werewolf was trying to suffocate him, except vampires don’t need to breathe so suffocation was not going to kill him, the pain was still blinding however. He could feel the teeth pressing through the veins and arteries in his neck, it was too much. Darkness....

It may have been a second later or maybe an hour, Sirius wasn’t sure but as he opened his eyes he was horrified to see the body of a werewolf lying next to him on the ground.
“No, no no no no... no. No. This isn’t real, you’re alive. No no no no.” Sirius protested sitting up and shaking Flow’s shoulders. “Wake up, wake up. Please. I love you. I love you so much, this isn’t real, please wake up.” Blood tears splattered on the back of his hands and onto Flow’s fur. It hadn’t happened, Flow was sick, She needed to get better, this was a dream, this wasn’t Flow, this wasn’t real. But the more he protested the more the realisation hit him.

Flow was dead.

“No, no no no! No no no no!”
He screamed into the night air, the deepest scream of sorrow from every corner of his soul. It hung in the air, repeating itself over and over again. Flow was dead, Flow was dead... the woman he loved, the woman he had spent ages chasing. Gone. Dead. Torn from her in the cruellest possible way. He had killed her, his katana was still burried in her chest.
A huge lump seemed to have gathered in his throat, as he gently removed his katana from her body, his eyes were swimming with tears as he sat huddled over Flow’s dead body running his trembling hands over her face. He was shaking too much, nervous moaning sounds escaped his lips muttering her name repeatedly to himself.

The night was still and silent except for the black shapes of a vampire crying over a werewolf’s body it was only when birds started twittering in the early hours of the morning that Sirius realised he’d been sat there all night.
“Sirius?” a male voice spoke. Somewhere in the back of his mind Sirius registered it as Valiarie, but he didn’t turn round. He felt so empty, like a shell with no insides to speak of.
“Sirius.” A hand on his shoulder.
“Come on. There’s nothing you can do.” Valiarie was trying to pull him away but he couldn’t leave, he had to stay, he wanted to stay by her side forever.
“I loved her!” Sirius bellowed suddenly twisting his shoulder and shoving Valiarie’s hand away. “I loved her! I loved her.” His bellows descended into painful sobs and he let his arms fall to his sides helplessly.
“I know you did.” Valiries said kindly. “Come on.” Sirius stood up slowly, everything seemed to be very far away and happening in slow motion. He turned to look at the sky watching the pale light creep over the horizon and let Valiarie lead him away.


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Thank you for reading. I would also like to say that in case anyone noticed I left a clue in this story about the ending near the beginning of the fanfiction. Try reading Flow's full name backwards in the letter she leaves for Sirius.

Any comments would be appreciated especially now the story is concluded. I maybe adding more stories from Sirius' life here though, instead of creating seperate threads for them all. I prefer to write shorter ones as opposed to ongoing long ones.