Sanity Options

[Zelda_Zealot]

First things first... Hi.
Now that that is over with, onto the story!

Oh yeah this has blood you dont read if you dont like.

“Sanity is but a figment of your imagination”

I was once a great hero. Known throughout Vvardenfell as the Nerevarine, I defeated Dagoth Ur and brought peace to Morrowind.
I traveled to Solstheim and defeated the Hunter and his wolves, thus stopping my own progression into madness due to Lycanthropy. I even destroyed the false-god Almalexia. Though I survived all that, there is only one thing I could not stop, my own insanity.

I do not know why I write this, maybe it is because I want the world to know that I am not a monster, perhaps it helps keep me sane.
I began to write these records after the first week of the infection, I wrote them during the day as I, unfortunately, have insomnia. An odd side effect of porphyric hemophilia that I suspect the gods had a hand in.

I leave these in the possession of my closest friend. I hope that he does what he feels necessary.

Well you like? I have more but I wont put it up untill it is finished(The chapter I mean, not the whole thing.).

P.S. This is my first FF so go easy on me.

[minque]

Oh yes....this is very promising, I want to read more so please be welcome to continue it so you don´t drive me insane...........Erhm.. you wouldn´t do that would you?

:goodjob:

[Zelda_Zealot]

Nah I wont
I almost have the First chapter done. I hope to have it out tomarrow, though I have an insanly (No jokes) important test tomarrow too. So no promisises. If this does well, I might make another, on Werewolves.

[Dantrag]

:goodjob:


^^^self explanatory.

[Zelda_Zealot]

Well this chapter is as done as it will ever be. So read up!

“Only the insane know of sanity”

First Blood

I remember when I first was bitten; I had realized there was no way for me to be healed in time.

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I cried. I cried because I was an abomination. I cried because I know what I would have to do to survive. But mostly I cried because of the sheer irony that I was becoming one of the things I had lived to destroy. I now know why and how I was infected, though it gives me no peace of mind. The gods had enough to laugh at me about, they did not need more.

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A week has passed since I became a vampire, in that time I have learned the basis of life all over again. I learned that I need to feed at least twice a week, and that I have to drain my victims completely. Thus I have two lives on my shoulders, due to my own fangs.

I have learned everything about being a vampire the hard way, though self testing.
The first thing I learned is that I can not go out in the sun light; of course I had the stupidity to rest in the middle of no where after being bitten. I wish more then almost anything that I read the vampire book that my friend bought me. Had I read it I would not even be writing this, or at least not have my entire left side look to be boiled away.

The second thing I learned is the hunger. About a day after my first night I felt the overwhelming urge to sink my teeth into a soft and warm neck. Thankfully my first kill was a street urchin, someone no one would miss. I still remember it perfectly.

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I awoke with a burning hunger for blood on my mind. I needed to feed soon, very soon. I quietly snuck out of my house and into a nearby alley. I looked around; I could not see anyone to satisfy my desire. Creeping though the alley way I found a guard, deciding it would be in my best interest to start small I quickly hid behind a nearby box and let him pass unscathed.
I wandered the alleyways for hours trying to find an easy meal. Eventually I came across a small orphan eating a piece of rotten cheese. I looked him over, it would be an easy kill… but could I do it? Did I have it in me to murder a small child just to save my self?
With another painful stab in the stomach I decided to put how I felt on the shelf and feast.

As I approached the urchin he looked up from his meal.
After ha saw me he tryed to hide his meal.
With that done he clumsily pulled out a small rusty knife and tried to slash me with it. Seeing the hostility I quickly went in for the kill, sinking my teeth into the young boys neck was the best and the worst thing I ever felt. I felt the warm blood drip down my neck. I quickly learned the best way to drink was to suck on the neck, the best way, not the most fun.
After hiding the body I made sure to conceal the holes in the boy’s neck as best as I could, I made my way back to my house disgusted with my self.

As soon as I shut the door I collapsed into a kneeling position and held my head in my hands.
“Why me!” I screamed as loud as I could.
I kneeled there for hours, crying, until the first rays of the sun came up.

Better? Worse?[b][/b]

[vaanic~one]

that is really good! keep it up.

[Zelda_Zealot]

Thanks! I have yet to start working on the next chapter though... I promise to start tonight, I do need to celebrate passing that test after all!

[MerGirl]

Good job! :goodjob: A little more details/descriptions would make it more, er, juicy, but overall, good story. Oh, and continue when you can, pweeeeeeeeese?

[gamer10]

Nice, a lot better then anything I write.

Keep up the good work :goodjob:

[Zelda_Zealot]

YAY! People like me! Well my work... Oh and Mer Girl. I dont plan on making it to detailed, well there will be more violance(Always a good thing ) but I wont do stuff like tell the charactors name, race, or anything like that.
I might have another chapter up tonight, depends on it I get any less lazy.

[Dantrag]

that is a most intersting story. well written too. I like the way he reflects on how he felt and how he had to survive. AWESOME!

[Zelda_Zealot]

[quote=Dantrag]that is a most intersting story. well written too. I like the way he reflects on how he felt and how he had to survive. AWESOME![/quote]

Thanks. I am glad it came out that way. I am kinda wondering though... should I continue on to the next chapter? Or work on this one a bit more?
I cant really deside...

[Zelda_Zealot]

Well I decided to continue on with the story. So here is the next chapter.

*Note* This chapter is a lot differant then the rest. It has quite a bit more violance(Understatement). So dont read it you are offended. Its also a lot longer.

“Sanity is only missed by those who lost it”

Stalked by the guards

The next year and a half were like a new life to me. I stalked, killed and drank. That was all I ever did, I should have realized that I would be discovered eventually.

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I have to move tonight. I was spotted feeding on my latest prey, a Great house noble, by an Imperial guard coming from the fort just down the road. Unfortunately he was able to get a warning to a nearby guard tower. I might have been able to take them head on, but it would have been foolish at best.

Thus, I am moving. I have been discovered in my town, and killing three guards has just attracted more unneeded attention. I will find a nearby town with enough population to easily support me. There aren’t many to choose from, Suron perhaps. It would hold me for long enough to let the heat die down. It would take a few days to get there though; I would need to find shelter on the way. Maybe there is a detailed map at the local trade house, I shall check tonight.

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I slowly sneaked up to alleyway, towards the nobleman who was staring at the night’s sky. I would have joined him if I was not a vampire; I had seen the moons before, so I was not interested in anything but the sweet warm blood running though his veins.
I slowly crept up to him from behind; at the last moment before the strike I noticed an Imperial coming around the corner. But it was too late, I had sunk my fangs into the noble’s neck, I could not stop the feeding process.

The Imperial guard saw me bite the noble and knew something was up. He ran full speed to the nearest guard tower, and flung the door open. I could not catch what they were saying even with my vampire ears. But I did not need to know, as the two guards inside had come out of tower within seconds. Dropping my meal I wiped my mouth on his shirt and leapt into the air. I knew I could die if I tried to take them all on head first, so I did not reach for my sword, instead I pulled out a few darts from the pouch I keep at my hip.

I went behind the nearest building for cover, and then silently crept up the wall onto the roof. I looked for the Imperial first, his armor was weaker, and I had a score to settle. Right when he came around the corner I threw my dart. Either the gods like to toy with me or I am just unlucky, as just after I threw my dart the damned Imperial turned his head! It bounced feebly off the side of his helmet, alerting him to my presence. I threw myself off the roof and hurried down the alleyway, stopping just behind some boxes. I waited there for the Imperial to run past so I could get a clean shot into his back. But once again the gods toyed with me; one of the Great house guards decided to come with him. I managed to get my shot into him, but it was not quite a killing blow. I pulled my sword off my back and went into a defensive position.

I had my sword made just for me at a smith’s in Mournhold; it was a cross between a long sword and a claymore. It had a slightly longer blade then a long sword, but a shorter handle then a claymore, and was balanced for my unique fighting style, better yet; it was made out of Adamantium, so it was light but sturdy. I had enchanted it after purchase, to absorb the life from whom ever is touched by it blade, and transfer it to the wielder. I have named it, the Life Vein.

I was able to block the Guards swing but the Imperial got a good whack in. With my left arm wounded I dropped my sword and leaped over their heads, after landing I snatched the dagger I keep in my boot and flung it at the Guard, catching him the neck. With one of the guards out of the picture I jumped onto the Imperial. I was able to get his helmet off and sink my teeth into his rough neck before remembering the second guard. After I had drank enough blood to immobilize him and heal me, I left him in the alley to continue the hunt.

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I searched the alleyway for a few minuets before finding him; sneaking behind him I went to snap his neck. I have since discovered why the gods have such an interest in me even after serving them. But why they chose that time for the guard to turn around I’ll never know. I don’t know why I left the Life Vein back with the Imperial, but I know that is was foolish of me. As soon as the guard had seen me I knew I was in for a tough fight. I pulled one of my darts out hoping to get a good jab in him before jumping away. For once that night something went right. After jumping back a few feet I pulled out another dart, only to have it knocked out of my hands as the guard tackled me.

Thankfully he was not that good at fighting without a weapon, as I had knocked his sword out of his hand in the first few seconds of the fight, he was immensely easy to pin to the ground long enough to stab him with another dart. This time killing him.
I made sure to hide the bodies after I finished my meal, and managed it without incident. After recovering the Life Vein and as many darts as I could find, I left for home.

Like I said, a lot longer. In fact, an even 1000 words!
FYI: I actually made that sword in Morrowind. Though it is a plain Claymore not the little mix I created.
Is it good? Better? Best? Worst? I hope not.

[MerGirl]

Oooooooooh, much better! (Not that your earlier parts were bad, mind you). Much more detailed, and much more... hectic? I love seeing other people write fighting scenes, because fight scenes are soo cool and intense!

Anyway, loved it. It's definitely much better. Keep up the good work! :goodjob: Ooh, and have some [img]http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y203/DigGarden/Cake_15454.gif[/img]

[Zelda_Zealot]

Thanks. :lickinglips: . I was worryed that people would not like it as much, as it changed to much so fast. But the next chapter (Halfway done) will be a bit of a mix of the last two chapters. And yes it is even more detailed (Not like "And the blood splatered..." but like of the surroundings.) So eat your heart out Mergirl.

[Andric]

What is this DISCUSTING peice of CRAP!?
:shocked: Ooops. Not you, I was talking about my lunch.

Anyways, great story so far. Awsome action scenes. :goodjob:

[Zelda_Zealot]

Then I guess you will like this one!

“Insanity is in only in your mind”

Beautiful Dance

After I got to Suron my world came crashing down around me.

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My journey to Suron was uneventful, I stopped at farm houses to rest and feed. The only thing I thought of on my way there was if the guards would recognize me, after all I had slain a nobleman and two guards from their house. I got my answer soon after I got into Suron.

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I walked slowly into Suron, I was not sure if they had gotten the news of my fiasco yet. As they were from the same house as the nobleman and not too far from him, I figured it would best to move carefully. It’s a good thing I am such a good thinker, or else I might not be here anymore.

Maybe ten minuets after my arrival, I decided it was safe, and went for a nearby citizen. He appeared to be in his mid-twenties, good, young blood was the best. I silently crept behind him, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. When he got near the east side of town I toke my chance, I grabbed him from behind and covered his mouth, then started to drag him into the alley behind me. Just before we got into the shadows, a guard came around the bend on his patrol.

Seeing me he must have realized who I was. Knowing I was discovered I knocked my meal out and put him on my shoulders.
Leaping onto the nearest roof I started to clime the small mountain to the east of Suron. After making it over the top I paid little attention to my surroundings, and hid behind a nearby rock to feed.

I heard him before anything else, a large man by the sound of it. Covered in armor but quite graceful, he came around the side of the rock. He was an Orc, wearing a full set of Orcish armor, sans the helm. I stopped feasting and looked the Orc over; he was looking right into my eyes as I looked into his. I did not see fear in those eyes, but a lust for death, he wanted to die, but no one could give it to him. He must have seen the same in my eyes, as he pulled his blade off his back.

I examined the blade as best I could with out holding it; it was a pure Ebony blade, and glowed with an ethereal purple light. He held the most beautiful blade I ever saw. I pulled my own sword off my back and saw him glance at it; he obviously thought the same about mine.

Looking into each others eyes we came to an unspoken agreement. We both wanted to die, but no one could give it to us. We knew that we weren’t fighting each other because we were enemies, but because we wanted it to end.

I went into a defensive position, as he went into an attack. I swung my blade and caught his swing to my side, then turned it into a swing of my own. Which is better? To not be hit? Or to be hit but not take much damage? He must have thought the latter. He could have blocked my swing, but he decided to take the blow, perhaps to test me. My swing hit him forcefully in the side, slicing though the Orcish armor like paper. It was not a killing blow, but one to test his armor, and draw blood.

Orcs tend to go insane with rage when cut; they go into a frenzy, slaying anything the moves. They could be counted on to be even clumsier then normal. This one was an exception, when cut he seemed to get more agile then normal. He swung at me trying to slice me across the belly. I flipped back avoiding the blow, then jumped at him attempting to cut him down the chest. The Orc brought his blade up and knocked mine aside, then hacked at my arm, managing to draw blood.

I knew that this fight would be won by agility not strength, so I started to do so many swings and slashes that I can not even begin to describe them all in my lifetime. I ended by slashing him across the torso, shredding his cuirass and cracking his ribs. Knowing he was beat he dropped his sword and got onto his knees, waiting for the final bow.

Seeing this I decided to do it quick. I spun around, and cut his head clean off his body. I spent most of the night burying his body; after my task was done I looked at the blade he left for me. Umbra was carved into its handle; I can only assume that was his name. I left my own blade as a headstone. I don’t regret it in anyway; I even carved his name into the handle.

I kneeled upon his grave and thought, I thought about my own madness, I thought about why the god did this to me, but mostly I thought about what I had to do next.

I left with the Umbra in my hands, and headed to the Ashlands, never to return.

Personaly I like this one the best. How about everyone else?

[MerGirl]

Pretty good! :goodjob: Though very sad. *cwies*

Anyway, are you continuing or is that the bitter end? :ashamed:

[Konji]

I wish I was brave enough to post on the fan fic place.... goodjob! :goodjob:

[Dantrag]

still an awesome story, Zelda_Zealot.

and konrad, you don't have to worry about posting here...you may even get a reader and a half like my story! lol.