Inside the warm castle of Cheydinhal, Acerbus stayed hidden among the many shadow covered walls. Jena was trailing behind, her eyes skittering from one wall to the other. This would be her first real killing, as far as Acerbus knew, because he had never seen her leave the sanctuary.
Acerbus twisted around and questioned, "Are you nervous?" She nodded slowly. He smiled at her and then motioned for her to follow him. "Come on."
They eased their way into the great hall of the castle, all the while the guards walked right past them without even as much as a glance in their direction. Acerbus made his way towards the Count's private quarters, but made a detour to the guard captain's quarters, instead.
Jena was told to stay behind and watch Acerbus' back.
Acerbus entered the captain's quarters to see the Dark Elven captain sitting at a desk, writing something indistinguishable from Acerbus' position. The Elf put his quill down and said, "Acerbus, it is good to see you again."
Acerbus took a few steps back and replied, "How do you know who I am?" The captain chuckled and stood from his chair, turning to face the shocked vampire.
"I am Galvon, former member of the Esoteric Fangs and current captain of the castle guard here in Cheydinhal," He said, baring his teeth for Acerbus to see. "I knew your father when he was around. Shame he's dead. You were just a baby then and you look very different now, but your scent is? unique."
Acerbus relaxed at the mention of his father and then said, "What?" Galvon laughed again and motioned for Acerbus to sit, which he did.
"You shouldn't worry yourself about it," Galvon assured. "I assume you came here for something else?" Acerbus nodded and told the Dunmer about the problem that the small village was in.
Acerbus then realized that killing this elf would only set his problems in deeper, especially due to the fact that he was once a respected member of the guild and he may be a bit more powerful than Acerbus. Farwil Indarys, newly appointed Count of Cheydinhal and son of Andel Indarys, he will be the next one.
"? and they would like for you to stop throwing the bodies in the lake. Does that sound fair enough?" He asked.
Galvon shook his head and replied, "But then, where would we put the bodies, youngling?"
"You could eat them."
Galvon was in a laughing mood, obviously, as he let off another chuckle and then lowered his voice, "My, my. Acerbus, I am a vampire not some cannibalistic Bosmeri tribesman. I can drink the blood, yes, but I refuse to eat the body."
"Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you."
"Don't fret, youngling. We could burn the bodies, though. But that would produce a nasty smell. I, for one, don't like the smell of burning flesh and the fire wouldn't be friendly to my body either," He stated.
"I suppose the people of Harlun's Watch will have to deal with the Lycans for a while longer," Acerbus replied, a bit of frustration fighting its way out of his mouth. He stood and turned towards Galvon, "I hope we have the pleasure of meeting again, Galvon."
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Outside the room, Acerbus moved towards Jena, "Let's go." She hurriedly fell behind him.
They made their way towards the Count's Quarters, dodging guards and servants along the way.
At the door of the Count's quarters, Acerbus once again told Jena to wait outside and he entered the dark room. He wanted to make sure that Galvon hadn't followed them down the hall and Jena's excellent eyes would prove a good help.
He could smell Farwil from the other side of the room, sleeping calmly and not stirring at all.
Acerbus eased his way up to the count, seeing his beautiful Altmer wife lying next to him. A feeling of sadness crept up inside of him. What if he had children? He has a wife why not children? Acerbus shook the thoughts from his mind and slid his newly acquired blade from its sheath; it moaned slightly and Acerbus nearly felt like crying at that moment, but he knew it would do him no good.
He stood and lifted the blade into the air. He brought it down with enough force to puncture the throat and not disturb his sleeping wife. It slid into the neck as easily as a hot knife through butter and blood began pouring from the wound. Acerbus began having the same dreadful feeling of remorse. He was sad for the Altmer woman lying next to her now dead husband. I know he felt nothing. He thought to himself.
Acerbus pulled a quill and a piece of parchment from his pack, dipping it in the blood of Farwil Indarys. The remorseful vampire began writing a poem.
Into the void he goes
Unknown to him who took his life
Take this opportunity to accept the offer I have made
And leave the dead within
Burn their corpses with the fires of hell
And let them not float into the murky waters
He laid the parchment on the bedside table and crept from the room.