» Mon Oct 11, 2010 11:32 am An Oblivion Fan Fiction
Entry #1- Hearthfire 12, E3212- 02:06
I can’t sleep. The roaring storm is booming in the Cheydinhal Bridge Inn. After my long journeys on the Blue Road, I’ve decided to stop and rest in Cheydinhal. Obviously, the rest was worthless. My best bet is to leave Cheydinhal and make my way south to Lake Poppad. According to my sources, there is a small refugee camp there. There is bound to be traders located there, and I need some extra gold.
Entry #2- Hearthfire 12, E3212- 06:23
I’ve exited Cheydinhal. Dawn has struck Cyrodiil, and I’m making my way down the Blue Road. I’ve encountered a woman named Heather Pennelles, who seemed insane. Ranted something about her brother, William Pennelles. She kept saying she was sorry… strange. She’s most likely just crazy.
Entry #3- Hearthfire 12, E3212- 08:43
I’ve arrived at Lake Poppad. The refugee camp greeted me warmly. They addressed me as a “Child of Mystara”. Obviously, they’re some kind of religious group for the Nine. I’ve even met a merchant. I sold some fresh venison and tobacco, and earned a good amount of 30 gold pieces, good enough to buy a freshly made shortsword by the smithy. I’ve even e grown fond of a lovely Imperial- like me. Her name is Bennette Trousseaux. Her beautiful braided blonde hair, her mesmerizing blue eyes… beautiful. She’s requested of me to forage some food for the camp. I should go and complete the request.
Entry #4- Hearthfire 12, E3212- 17:28
I’ve come back to the camp. Everyone is dead. Even sweet Bennette Trousseaux. I bent down to close her sweet eyes, when I found a note specifically on her body. It said as followed:
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Hello, Claudius Slevin.
You may wonder who I am, or why I know your name. I’m afraid to say I can’t tell you that, my boy. Lend me your ears, dear boy. Meet me at the Garden of Dareloth in the Imperial City Waterfront at midnight. I am not Armand Christophe, mind you. I have… dealt with him. Oh, and one more thing. If you breathe a word to the guards, I swear you will die along with your love interest, “sweet” Bennette Trousseaux.
Happy Hunting,
Anonymous
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He. Will. Die.
Entry #5- Hearthfire 12, E3212- 23:43
I’ve reached the Garden of Dareloth. This slaughter- beast wasn’t lying. Armand Christophe, the recruiter of the Thieves Guild, is nowhere to be found. It’s almost midnight, so this meat-bag will be begging for his life soon enough. I… loved Bennette. I don’t know how or why I could have, but I did. I can’t believe she’s in the dreaded eternal slumber. The Nine Divine will welcome her well. Wait… the meat-bag is approaching…
Entry #6- Hearthfire 13, E3212- 01:53
He gave me information, and then I killed him. I killed him in cold blood. I avenged Bennette’s death! Ha! The worthless William Pennelles is dead!... Wait, but… William Pennelles… that’s the name of the crazy woman’s brother! I could have stopped him! I could have saved her! No! He tried to recruit me to an assassination organization called the Dark Brotherhood. That must have been the organization that gave him the orders to kill her! It all makes sense! The crazy woman- she must’ve given them the contract! She must’ve tried to stop him and warn me. She must’ve regretted it… I will just go to the Tiber Septim to think over it with a good night’s rest…
Entry #7- Hearthfire 13, E3212- 07:42
I think of the woman at the Tiber Septim Hotel front desk as quite lovely. She always gives me fresh ale and bread. What am I thinking? I feel like that terrible William Pennelles stabbed a knife in my shoulder… and literally to Bennette. Well, I suppose I should make my way to Skingrad along the Gold Road. First, I should ask the Tiber Septim Publican for some food for my journey.
Entry #8- Hearthfire 13, E3212- 10:01
On my way to Skingrad, I’ve come across a cave called Felgageldt Cave in the Great Forest. I should explore this cave, assuming that there must be some sort of valuable treasure inside. Some of the goods I most likely could sell for a handsome price.
Entry #9- Hearthfire 13 E3212- 10:43
Turns out there were bandits in the cave! I... I need help! Blood’s… blood’s everywhere! I… I… can hardly breathe! Please help! By the Nine Divine… another one’s coming towards me! A warhammer! He-
The rest continues in scribbles and bloodstains.
Entry #10- Hearthfire 13, E3212- 13:56
I’ve been taken to a fort by a small bunch of people. They’ve treated me very well, but something is strange about them. Red eyes, gaunt face, pronounced cheekbones, and they sleep in the sunlight. I wouldn’t worry about it, for as long as I have good food and a good place to rest, it’s fine. But they just might be…
Entry #11- Hearthfire 14, E3212- 07:43
I have awakened, and my neck feels abnormally sore… anyway, their leader, Allius Hassel, has requested me to meet him in his private quarters. All of the other inhabitants of the cave said that this is a very important matter. As they walk away, they smirk and laugh a very devilish laugh. I find this suspicious. I should be on my guard. Even though these men and women are trustworthy, you can never be sure.
Entry #12- Hearthfire 14, E3212- 09:02
After my meeting with Allius, he has told me something… disturbing. He said that he was the leader of a small association of vampires. He said that he himself infected me with Porphyric Hemophilia, a vampire disease. He said that each night, I would develop vampirism skills, along with dreams and nightmares. I will live eternally, and cannot adventure into sunlight. I must be very stealthy when approaching and feeding on human targets, and they must be sleeping. When Bennette was killed, it wasn’t by the Dark Brotherhood. William was lying. He was a vampire as well, and he fed on each of them. They go to sleep quite early, so it was no surprised he drank their blood. A chill of regret went down my spine. I’m a vampire.
Entry #13- Hearthfire 14 E3212- 10:45
I have been walking around, well, my new home, and my fellow vampires have been treating me with much respect. They address me as “Brother of the Night” and “The Dusk Feeder”. I feel at home, truly. It also seems my days of mercantile are over. To be truthful, I’ll regret all of the haggling and bartering, but my feeling of regret has disappeared. I’m happy with my new life of night feeding. I suppose I should sleep- I’m now a night roamer.
Entry #14- Hearthfire 15 E3212- 24:33
Allius was correct, and a nightmare struck me. It was terrible... I felt a terrible thirst for blood. A lake was turned to blood, and a face in the blood lake pulled me into the warm lake. I should exit my room and see what my other vampirism companions are doing. Afterwards, I should feed- if I can. I might be too into this… moving too fast. No matter. This is my new lifestyle.
Entry #15- Hearthfire 15 E3212- 03:53
I… I need to feed. I have to go to Skingrad and feed on the beggars. There is no other choice… blood. Blood. I need it. I need to feed. What’s wrong with me? I need it… blood. Someone needs to help me!
Entry #16- Hearthfire 15 E3212- 05:02
My thirst has been satisfied. I should make my way to the Vampire Compound. It’s by safehouse… my home. I’m practically an outlaw. I’m… a murderer. I… don’t know if I can keep killing like this. Am I killing, or transforming these poor souls into “Dusk Feeders”? I should ask Allius this and soon as possible.
Entry #17 Hearthfire 15 E3212- 08:56
Allius has informed me than under certain circumstances, a bitten victim may transform into a vampire, but they usually die instantly. The most devilish part was the grin afterwards… I should go and get some rest. I have to face the facts- no matter how much I love or hate it, I’m a vampire. There’s no way to change it.
Entry #18 Hearthfire 16 E3212- 01:36
I was woken up by the raging storm outside the compound, along with a terrible nightmare. When I moped out of my room, Allius delivered me a letter. He said it was from the Count of Skingrad, and I could hear the hint of jealousy in his tone. I opened the letter carefully, pondering what it could contain. It said as followed:
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Dear Claudius Slevin,
I realize you a member of the vampire compound east of my town. Although you are not a full vampire yet, I would like you to visit my castle at midnight. Talk to Hai-Lurz, my steward. She will tell you that I have been expecting you, and will lead you to my quarters. Then, we will discuss our… similarities. I have a very important task for you to fufill.
Warmest Regards,
Janus Hassildor, Count of Skingrad
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So it seems I must meet him tonight. Interesting. I should travel to Skingrad now to feed. I have a dark thirst once more…
Entry #19 Hearthfire 16 E3212- 05:23
I have fed greatly. Now, I must return back to the vampire compound before sunrise. I continuously ponder about Janus Hassildor’s letter. What is this task that someone as honored and noble as the Count of Skingrad would give to a worthless vampire merchant like me? I just don’t know. I should be able to stay up longer because of my late sleep. Maybe that will give me time to think.
Entry #20 Hearthfire 16 E3212- 08:42
I’ve seemed to grow fond of a fellow vampire… her name is Mirabelle Kingsley, a Breton. She’s a beauty, I must say. Even though of her vampirism, I find her quite alluring. But I shouldn’t think about women at the moment. I should focus on the task at hand. What does the Count really have in store for me? Considering the little amount of information he gave me, only time will tell, I suppose, and time would best be spent sleeping.
Entry #21 Hearthfire 16 E3212- 17:56
I’ve decided to wake up earlier. It may seem like a bad idea, but I need time to converse with my compound members. 72 hours has almost past, so I should ask Allius if I’m a full vampire yet. If so… well, I don’t know what I’ll do if so. I have no idea. Not the slightest one.
Entry #22 Hearthfire 16 E3212 22:01
Allius has informed me that I am a full vampire, along with his signature grin. When he saw the look of disappoint in my eye, he sneered, and then struck me! When Mirabelle entered, the look in his eyes made her scurry out the door. I suppose I should arrive at Skingrad early to feed rather than sit and whine in my journal.
Entry #23 Heartfire 17 E3212 01:11
I’ve fed, and had the meeting with the Count. It rather… disturbed me. He told me to kill all of the vampires in the compound. I asked him why me, and why he wanted this done, so he said that he trusted me with this task because of my multiple visits to Skingrad as a merchant. He wanted it done because he himself was truly infected with vampirism, and the vampires were giving away his “position”. I said I didn’t understand, and why not kill me along with all the others? He responded that I was a new vampire… lost, confused, puzzled. It would only be the smartest for me to kill them. I asked him the pay, and he sneered that if I didn’t do his task, he would keep the guard from killing me. He then told me to meet him at his castle at midnight tomorrow night. I have no choice.
Entry #24 Heartfire 17 E3212 04:23
I did it. They’re all dead. Every single one. Even Allius and Mirabelle. I… I need some time to rest.
Entry #25 Heartfire 17 E3212 09:56
The compound is quite and cold with the vampires’ blood splattered on the floor. I can’t really sleep. What have I done? Why did I kill them all? This is terrible. I… I don’t know what to do.
Entry #26 Heartfire 17 E3212 21:43
I guess I should go to Skingrad and inform the Count that I completed my task. No matter how inhumane this task was, I have no choice but to make closure. I don’t know why, but I felt a special attachment to those vampires. With my two parents dead and an only child, they were my only family. I can never forgive myself. I hate that filthy rat that calls himself a vampire and a count.
Entry #27 Heartfire 18 E3212 02:34
I can’t life with this anymore. I have no home. I killed my only friends. Two girls that I loved were struck down. One by me! I can’t live like this anymore. Ever. Again. I have the dagger.
The diary ends in an abrupt silence.
