next chapter please
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i just finished reading the chapters and it's great

when is the next chapter coming ??

I'm so so sorry for the delay with this. I have some bad news. I lost all of my fanfics (Through the eyes of a vampire, its sequel and a short story) when my computer decided to blue screen me. I managed to recover through the eyes of a vampire from this thread but lost 4 chapters I had waiting to go up.

The good news however, is that I have an exceptional memory for my own work, and I have written up most of chapter 16 and will have it online by the end of the night. Huzzah! I'm so excited writing this chapter, its a bit of a change of pace, it has alot more energy than i usually inject into my writing.

Well here we are -- finished but not proof read (but then, when do i ever proof read before posting a chapter up?) I hope you guys like it. I would suggest following this topic however, since its taken me so long to update a few of you may miss it


Chapter Sixteen: Following in the Wake.





3 E 249, Kvatch



Velvet red liquid pooled around the snow white flesh of Almerion’s hands, the Counts neck still fed the growing pool on the floor as the vampire reared his head to listen; the screams of slaughter had long since been silenced, the night was once again crushing the world with silence – Almerions breath froze in his lungs as butterflies crumbled in his stomach.

He chanced movement, his legs ached with the effort -- they never ached, it was like they were speaking to him in what ways they could, trying to stop him from flirting with a path of danger. A cold white hand caked in slowly congealing blood stretched out through the brocade of darkness to the door, pushing it open with a rust ridden creek. Wind blew through smashed windows; tapestries and hangings still in perfect condition stirred gently in the wind, a slow dancing love triangle of beautiful materials, moonlight and a summer nights breeze. Something so normal, so gentle, sent thunderbolts through the vampire’s heart. He’d let himself indulge in a feast and may have sealed the deal with death in doing so.

The stone stairs paved the way to the bowel of the castle; its shadows screamed around the blind corners and stretched the length of the walls before swallowing Almerion in Nocturnal’s touch. Still, silence prevailed in its eternal battle against chaos. The breath from Almerions mouth seemed to freeze condescension on the smashed and broken glass strewn across the floor, which crunched horribly under the vampire’s misguided feet.

At last the trailing veil of shadow opened up, into a canopy of darkness within the grand hall of the castle the empty space still as the air, dead to the world. He meandered down, his eyes soaking in every detail of the halls, looking for anything out of place. His hands glowed briefly before ribbons of flame shot from his finger tips, snaking their way through the air before mating with candlewicks to make light.

“You’re looking old my friend.” A ghost said, Almerion spun to his left, the remaining shadow skirting the walls of the room kept all but the legs of the phantom of his past obscured, but there was no mistaking that voice.

Almerion was ready -- he had been for over a century. Death was in the cards and he was the dealer, without warning he braced himself and tore more magicka from the pool in his soul as a whip of white hot lightning shot out from the mans hand, colliding with a growing purple orb which surrounded Almerion, like a belt around Mundus.

The lightning coursed over the shield spell; crackling violently, but it wasn’t strong enough to break his shield. However, Gabrielle never aimed to kill, not so quickly. It was one of his few downfalls, his need to savor things. He shifted in the shadow, his hands moving melodically around each other until a flash of orange light emerged and grew as a torrent of fire raced toward Almerion. It collided with such a force that he was pushed backwards by a few feet before he regained his composure -- the spells were getting stronger, but they were also distracting the caster from the droplets of violet light now racing across the floor, melting into any object not nailed down.

Almerion pushed forwards as the furniture, works of art and fallen suits of amour shot up into the air and raced toward him, once they where close enough he let a scream of built up frustration, the magicka coursed through him and expanded the shield spell, sending the lightning entwined objects floating around him out in all directions. Suits of armour, end tables and other large objects crashed into the walls with a resounding echo to match the sound of the clapping thunder outside. Almerion strained through the dust and debris, searching for what he hoped would be Gabrielle’s broken body.

But the answer to his foes location was given before the question asked -- as a shimmering silver blade forced its way through Almerions stomach and pain almost separated his mind from his body as an ear splitting scream resounded through the room.

Almerion looked down at the blade, bloodless as expected, but the pain averted as something else took over -- a mix of magicka and adrenaline. He stumbled forwards, his steps out of sync and without rhythm -- turning to face Gabrielle with a smile.

“You aren’t as sharp as you once where my old friend.” Gabrielle cooed softly, his old crooked grin playing about his almost feminine lips. “It is a shame I had to finally end you, but you had a good run old friend. I wish you well.” he added before lunging forward towards Almerions neck with a dagger that matched the sword skewering his old brother.

A flash of red mingled with white blurred between the two as Almerions blood soaked hand grappled with the wrist of Gabrielle’s weapon hand. The vampires grin tightened as he pushed against Almerion, but his arrogance was his downfall and his adversary did not budge. “My time is not now, I’m not a swordsman Gabrielle, and you know that. But the irony of slaying you with your own blade is just too good to resist.” Almerion said with a smile that held no joy. He reached around his back with his free hand, grasping a comfortable leather wrapped handle, the blade glowed white as he forced the same spell he had used in the imperial city to enter the Tiber Septim hotel into the metal.

Gabrielle watched with wide eyes as the blade passed through solid flesh and bone, closing the wound it had caused as it moved away, moving uninterrupted through his midriff -- emerging from his right side, shimmering in the candle light free from blemish and blood. His foot shot out and knocked Gabrielle back against the wall, who only just managed to slide out of the way as his own blade came swinging up to his face. The older of the two pirouetted clumsily as sparks cascaded from the wall with the swords collision.

They moved back into open space, Gabrielle grinned his arrogant grin as he span the dagger in his hand, Almerions face set with quiet confidence. “Let’s make this a fair fight shall we?” Gabrielle said, his dagger lighting up with his words -- it looked like the metal was liquid, sagging slowly toward the floor before solidifying again to create a blade equal in length to Almerions.

The two moved forward, shadows of corpus that defied the laws of physics with their speed -- clashing blades with a world shattering crash that produced such a force that the rain was momentarily dragged into the hall as it was pulled from its fall to earth through broken windows. Almerion span his blade, forcing Gabrielle’s to the floor where he placed a foot on the flat, pinning it in place as his off hand lashed out and made contact with a sickening crunch of the older vampires cheek bone. Gabrielle stumbled backwards, muttering in the dead language of Ehlnofex.

Before Almerion could push his attack a black cloud tore through the air behind Gabrielle -- swallowing him from reality without a moments notice. The air grew still -- all that could be hear was the sound of the rain washing away the blood of the slaughtered men and women of Kvatch.

He stood rooted, eyes closed and ears open -- his blade jutting out to the side ready to respond to another one of Gabrielle’s sneak attacks. Moments passed like days but everything seemed to speed up when that same Ehlnofex muttering could be heard. Before he even re-materialized, Almerion struck his blade out at the source of the noise, colliding with a sudden apparition of black smoke with the sound of metal on metal, forcing Gabrielle out of his shroud.

Again their blades reunited, flashing silver through the air, reflecting the golden light of the flickering candles onto the walls like some daring light show. They moved apart and back together again, aggression replacing finesse on both sides, the ground split beneath them as their blades cut through the tiles and stone, giving them both an uneven footing that led them to the main gates of the castle.

Gabrielle moved backwards, parrying strikes and replying in-kind to Almerions attacks, his back inches away from the door. Almerion pushed forwards, shooting a ball of purple light over Gabrielle’s shoulder to the door, which instantly swung open to reveal the night sky in its twisted glory.

And a twisted sight it was, Almerion thought, as he chanced a glance behind his adversary. The night twisted and contorted; clouds of purple and black converged onto one point, twisting in on them selves, ripping them selves from the sky to create a funnel cloud. Thunder shot out from its innards as it slowly turned downwards towards the city, towards the horde of re-animated corpses which overran the floor below.

Almerion steeled himself as he and Gabrielle fought their way toward the now stirring horde, their ferocity was almost enough to stop the rain falling upon them, but it wasn’t enough to keep the undead away. The shambling bodies moved forwards, their steps jittery and unsure but filled with unnatural strength; it wasn’t long before Almerion and Gabrielle were surrounded by rotting flesh on all sides.

“Now what?” Gabrielle shouted over the din of rain and groan of dead, the weariness in his eyes was visible even through the blanket of falling water between them.

“I finish what I started!” Almerion shouted using Gabrielle’s momentary distraction to drive forward, striking down with a blow so certain of its destination it could shatter the stars. But Gabrielle was a worthy and capable opponent, and he managed to block the attack just inches from his face, but the force was enough to knock him off balance. Again Almerion took advantage of his adversary’s lapse in control and kicked out, turning his stumble into a fall, pushing him into the wall of undead behind.

Gabrielle’s face erupted into panic which abated in seconds as his form was swallowed by a sea of undead bodies clamoring to tear him apart. Then, after a moment, the swell seemed to suddenly grow larger. Without warning; bodies flew aside to reveal Gabrielle stood rooted to the spot, his sword embedded deep into the ground, and his body framed with energies that seemed to destroy light rather than emit it. He looked up and met Almerions gaze, his usually beautiful face was now a demonic visage -- his once bright eyes inky black with a white iris. Two bone like ridges extended from his eye sockets to his hair line, almost breaking the taught flesh of his brow.

No words where said as Gabrielle flung himself upwards, dragging his weapon from the floor as he went. Almerion blocked his blow and faltered, sliding back towards the undead ring behind him but not enough to be overcome as Gabrielle had. Again Gabrielle came, his attack sweeping through the air, meeting Almerions blade in unison with another clap of thunder above. Almerion chanced a look upwards -- the cloud was getting closer.

Regaining his composure a little, Almerion span around Gabrielle’s next attack -- bring his sword down towards the demons shoulder only to have the attempt avoided. They picked up again, more ferocious and relentless than before -- both avidly determined to remove the others head.

Before they knew it, they where fighting through the swarms of bodies around them -- their blades spinning and cutting at the bodies while still trying to deflect each others blows and press attacks of their own. Undead body parts flew up and fell to the floor as the waterlogged corpses moved closer, reaching out to grapple the two battling vampires.

Thunder started hitting the ground around them; the energies pulsed through the ground -- traveling through the bodies of the undead around them, which instantly fell to the floor charred and smoking. The air flow around them began to spiral; Almerion could feel the water being svcked up from the floor towards the strange twisting vortex above them. Soon enough there was too much wind to even fight -- Almerion and Gabrielle stood just feet apart, trying their best to stay in one spot as bodies around them began to shift with the torrent of wind and rain being svcked upwards toward the spiraling cloud. Almerion watched in horror as bodies were svcked from the cloud, dragged into the spinning blackness within the abyss above. Quicker and quicker undead bodies and masonry where svcked upwards, colliding with each other on the ascent with sickening crunches and groans.

Almerion felt his own body weight being pulled at, but not quite enough to drag him from the floor completely. Reacting instinctively he summoned every remaining drop of magicka available to him and began casting a burden spell, but before the spell took effect a hand grasped his fore arm. Almerions eyes shot up to see the light of his spell passing from his body into Gabrielle, who suddenly sunk a few inches into the ground with the weight of the spell.

Then, the force of the void above took over and Almerion was pulled upwards, anchored to the floor by Gabrielle who still had Almerions arm in his grip. The two stared at each other, Almerion watching as Gabrielle’s face reverted to its normal form, his arrogant grin back where it belongs.

“So this is how it ends my old friend, I regret it.” Gabrielle said quietly, Almerion almost thought he could see some glint of honesty behind his eyes, but not enough to restore any hope of his own survival. “Good bye Almerion, I send you now to the maws of oblivion. May your death be a worthy one.” And without anything else, he let go with a sad smile.

It was like falling into the sky while watching the ground drop into obscurity; soon Kvatch was gone, replaced by tumbling spinning clouds, lit with lightning, it’s every detail thrown into contrast with each flash. Almerion span out of control, a feeling of being pulled out in all directions while being dragged into his core simultaneously soon took over all coherent thought. But the distraction provided by this strange sensation could not abate the horror he felt as his body began to dissolve before his very eyes as he moved further into the vortex.

i still looked at this thread almost everyday to see if there was an update this chapter was great, i wish we could use magicka in such a way described :-p

more ??

That was the very final chapter. Almerions dead.










Ok.. I'm halfway through the next chapter.

so there is another chapter following ? it can't be finished !!

We're far from finished here son. the next chapters being written as we speak -- I'm aiming to try and get a chapter a day up so i can get on with posting the sequel to this fanfic.

i hoped soo it couldn't be finished here. can't wait for the next chapter!!

Hopefully it should be up soon, I had to admit defeat to fatigue lastnight so I'm finishing it now!

you should make Almerion have to traverse his way threw the realms of each deadric prince to escape, similar to Sul in The forbidden city

Im sorry, "The Infernal City" not the forbidden city xD

I havent read The Infernal City yet, I hate buying things off the internet and I've never ever seen it in the shops -- but I'll be ordering it soon. However, I wont be ripping off the plot.

Ohhhhhhhhh this chapter was amazing to write. Its not exactly detailed but it finally explains so much!

Enjoy!




Chapter Seventeen: Shattering the Stars.





3E403, The day the Emperors death.


A soft breeze glided over the shimmering surface of Lake Rumare, beads of sunlight seemingly bounced off its surface with each ripple of its body. Amongst the gently swaying reeds and long grass on the bank lay an Imperial man no older than twenty half naked from the waist up, his olive skin marred by a number of grizzled scars, brands and tattoos.

On his left, covered in wet sand lay a scratched and chipped sword with rust heavily featured as a decoration on its hilt. However, clutched tightly to the sodden and heaving Imperials chest was a finely crafted crusader styled helm, with a large gold cross across the visor and two wings of matching material at each side.

The exhausted and soaked Imperial spluttered to life, coughing water from his lungs before taking a few shuddering and strangled breaths. He gazed upwards expecting to see the Imperial city and its white gold tower but instead he saw nothing but blue sky and clouds.

He started, scrambling backwards expecting a feeling that would go with his body plummeting to earth – though it did not come. The ground, or sky, or whatever it was – was quite solid. Solid enough to stand on; he soon discovered, after encouraging his thoroughly fatigued legs to support his weight.

Hail knight! A familiar yet equally chilling voice boomed, sounding as if it were resounding off the heavens themselves. So your quest has begun, and the first relic collected. You have proven your worth a thousand times over by coming this far alone, but the journey is a long and hard and you will have to prove your mettle and worth again and again if you are to succeed in gathering my relics.

“Thank you Lord Crusader, your presence eternally humbles me.” The Imperial said, bending to one knee, shivering slightly from the cold. Pelinal, the long dead crusader, seemed to notice his shivers and made a gesture with his hand. A clump of clouds began to spiral around the imperials body until only his head was exposed. Light broke through the surface of the clouds and the vapors immediately evaporated. The imperial looked down to see his body now clad in chain mail, with a white tunic bearing a read diamond on its briast. “Thank you again Lord Crusader” he added with a bow of his head.
“But may I ask of you, why do you visit me again?”

A disturbing change has occurred, events have changed and history re-written. You will face Umaril and even with the power of the Eight and blessing of One, you will fail, Knight. The Imperial stared, his heart dropped and he saw sudden flashes of himself walking to his own death. But fear not, the Lord of Time understands this change and will aid you in your journey. Fare thee well, sir knight. May the gods guide you well on your selfless journey.

“Wait!” The Imperial called as Pelinal turned and began to walk away, he didn’t expect the Lord Crusader to stop, but he did. “What changed?”

A key event in time friend, one was removed from Mundus instead of the other, the cycle was broken and a demon of a thousand souls escaped his prison in time. I bid you farewell Sir Knight, follow the path of your quest, I will visit you again for a final time before you face Umaril. Wear my helm with pride and strike fear into the hearts of the corrupt.

The Imperials eyes snapped open with a jolt, he was staring at the lazily drifting clouds in the blue sky above, trying to figure out if it were a dream or reality. How could some one escape time itself? It must have been a dream, he thought.

But when he pulled himself to his feet, helm under arm, he discovered that he was wearing the chain mail and tunic gifted to him by Pelinal to cure his chills.


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3 E 249, The Imperial City


Where am I? Almerion thought as his eyes opened, he found himself in a large circular room, its domed ceiling ornately decorated in religious carvings and scripture, the walls supporting rich pieces of art and finely crafted sculptures. He recognized the building from his time in the Imperial City, he often made the trip to pray here with his father and brother in his youth. But in place of the dragon fires which usually burned in the heart of this holy building, was a gigantic statue of a drake rearing its head to face the sky. At its feet, two simple wooden chairs – sat on one of them was a middle aged Imperial man in a simple garb of Akatosh, his hair a wavy mahogany, his eyes piercing blue that contrasted with his tanned skin.

“Hello, Marcus.” The priest said, his voice was reassuring and soft. “Come, join me.” He added, gesturing to the empty chair across from him. Almerion obeyed, pulling himself from the floor, dusting his robes as if in the presence of the emperor himself.

“Why do you use my human name?” Almerion asked, how he knew his human name just didn’t seem quite as important.

“What truly makes us human? The mortal condition or the compassion, hope, fear and love we each have in our hearts. You are human because of the latter, not the former. So I choose to use the name you deserve to be known by, not the name cursed upon you.” The man said, Almerion felt uncomfortable that the man would think he felt such things still – his heart was a withered black stone and had been for decades.

“I feel not these emotions, only anger and lust for vengeance.” Almerion muttered, avoiding eye contact with shame – as if confessing a grievous sin to a priest.

“I see your heart better than you, I see it right now. I know it more than my own, you are clouded and lost but you are still the man you once where. You feel the lust for vengeance because of the compassion and love you held for those that were stolen from you, this hatred in your heart is but a shadow, masking the true face of the man behind the monster.”

“Who are you?” Almerion said, choosing not to argue the point, refusing to see the truth behind it.

“I own many names, gifts from different cultures – and I have many forms and avatars. I thought this form may have served better for this conversation than the avatar I’m most commonly known for.” He said, pointing upwards to the drake statue towering above them. “And you may call me Martin, if names really matter.”

“This name holds no significance to me, but the drake does. You are Akatosh are you not?” he didn’t answer, but the look in his piercing blue eyes was enough to confirm Almerions enquiry was correct. “Why have you brought me here, where is here?”

“A pocket, created years from now when the blood of an emperor mingled with that of a god.”

“How are we here if it hasn’t been made yet?” Almerion enquired, expecting the building to evaporate out of existence at any moment, until the time comes for it to be born.

“This place is both new born and centuries old my friend. Alive and dead, time is not linear – only your perception.”

“Then why am I here?”

“Ah – the great question. You see, when this pocket was created it was because of a dragon break that destroyed Mundus, dragged it into Oblivion and shattered it like a glass orb. It was not meant to happen. I was facing the Daedric prince Mehrunes Dagon, when I was attacked by a man named Gabrielle, you are familiar with him yes? He tried to imprison my essence to empower his own, but with the barriers of oblivion as weak as they where then, it could not be done. I was locked here in this pocket plane, Gabrielle was moved to the Merethic Era and Mundus destroyed.”

“Gabrielle told me he was born in Skyriim.” Almerion said, finding the story hard to swallow.

“He was, in the 403rd year of the third era, thirty years before his attempted ascension to god hood and the collapse of all mortal life.” Martin said -- a forlorn and pained look darkened his handsome features; tears of bright white light began to well in the corners of his eyes.

“Then why am I here?” Almerion asked. “Should it not be Gabrielle you pulled from Kvatch?”

“Indeed it should have been, a strange occurrence indeed. Gabrielle is now thousands of years old, he has lived through the merethic era to the battle of Kvatch hundreds of times over in an endless cycle. The vortex I sent was meant for him, not you. But after all of his other attempts at avoiding the end of his cycle he finally found the missing piece.”

“What was the missing piece?” He asked the question even though he knew the answer, and he braced himself for it any way.

“You are Marcus, in every other cycle you were long dead, as where your sons and grandsons and their sons. But in this cycle you were inexplicably there, fighting Gabrielle. Ofcourse, this was his plan. Perhaps not all of it had been meant to happen the way it had, but he always intended for you to go to Kvatch, where he could cast you off into the vortex in place of himself. Fortunately for you and perhaps unfortunately for him, I was able to change its course and deliver you here, to the pocket plain I now inhabit.”

“What of your godhood, could you not undo what has been done and return the timeline to normal?” Almerion asked, his head reeling from the endless truths the time lord had revealed to him, how his life was nothing more than a prolonged sacrifice.

“My full power cannot be harnessed outside of the heavens, here I am trapped and my power bottle necked. All I can do is reset the timeline created when Gabrielle was sent back, interrupt him. His aim is to steal my god hood correctly in place of his thirty year old self. I fear that in his thousands of years of exile he has finally figured out a way to do it.”

“Then why not interrupt him again? Drag him back to the starting point again?”

“He has already passed the reset point, you were taken in his place and I cannot move forward from that point, I am locked to it in the same way he was.” The god paused, the light flowing down his cheeks was dimming as the tears dried, “However, not only has he freed himself from limbo, he has also given me the key to unlock his undoing and to save both Mundus and myself from our darkest of fates.”

Almerion nodded, his face set, his grim determination steelier than ever, he looked up into the dragons eyes and said, “What needs to be done?”


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ooh, i'm loving it !!

i'm not sure if it is the same in english but in dutch we try to avaid the same word twice in a sentence like you did in the very first sentence:

"A soft breeze glided over the shimmering surface of Lake Rumare, beads of sunlight seemingly bounced off its surface with each ripple of its surface. "

if i'm right and in english you must do the same i think it would be perhaps better to use surface only ones. but i'm not sure about though.

Completely right, I actually usually try to avoid using the same word more than twice in a paragraph let alone a sentance. However, I was typing this up at work (covertly, ofcourse :ninja: ) so I didnt notice my own mistake! I have noticed a few now, but havent the time to go back and correct them, I shall do so when i add the 3rd part of the chapter in tommorow, as tonight -- I have a date and wont be home.


Glad you liked it though! It seems I'm writing it solely for your benefit now

This is quite wonderful. The last thing I expected was to be reading a conversation with the Dragon of Time. Write on.

even if you're writing it solely for my pleasure, do continue!! i'm so bored with the books i got here at home (reminds me that i got to order some new ones ) that this is the only other story that i enjoy at the moment together with the RP Horror of the north.

so keep up the great work !!

Neither did I. I'm just making this [censored] up as i go along :lmao:


Thank you I am writing this kinda for pleasure kinda not. I'm working on a novel at the moment, this thing is kinda like my planning period -- but instead of writing a general idea for the plot and characters, I'm just writing a story and letting everything grow and evolve and develope. Then I'm slowly converting each chapter to fit in with our own world, changed ofcourse to fit my own Lore and back story of gods/vampires/heavens etc etc.

I'll (hopefully) have the next chapter up by the end of the day, I'm in work so If I finish my work by this afternoon I may have time to nail a chapter together, if not I'll try for this evening.

that's great !! i believe it should be interesting to read this story set in our own world ... make sure to say something when it's done !!

This story is epic, it needs to be seen at the movies!!! The "following" feature no longer works since the new format, so I never knew you were posting again. As usual, an AWESOME Write !!!!

Watch Interview with the Vampire. It's as closest as it gets to this story.
:D

Oh wow thank you XD

Although my mind child would never be given to hollywood... they butcher thigns...

And they fixed both the follow feature and search feature, I've been following this topic so i know when some one replies.


It stopped being antyhing like Interview with a vampire after the 2nd chapter to be fair.

It did, however, remain with some of the vampire's habits throughout the story. Not to say it wasn't good. It was enjoyable.

I really dont think so, I started out with the format not the style but that all changed after a while