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[Elisabeth Hollow]

Hey y'all! The "Today in Skyrim" thing made mee remember how MUCH I love writing, and how much better it is to not just write shutff and hide it. So the first post is going to be the old "chapters" combined along with the new one I just wrote. Feedback welcome, but remember, no one has seen anything I've written in over 8 years, lol

[Elisabeth Hollow]

CHAPTER SEVEN: Here We Go...

Apparently I had fallen asleep, because Lurbuk's off-key singing jarred me awake. Gods. I thought. This town is making me regret killing the Dark Brotherhood. He was standing outside my door, and I heard Alva and Onmund's laughter when they saw me jump.

"Sorry," Lurbuk mumbled sheepishly as I walked out of the room. "She paid me 20 septims to do that."

Doors! Why doesn't this place have any doors?

"It's alright, Lurbuk, just...don't do it again." Maybe I missed a Dark Brotherhood member...

Alva was slung over Onmund's arm playing with...his hair?! Onmund favored his mage's robes greatly, because it gave him extra magickal resistence and helped keep away disease. I had gifted it to him on our wedding night, and he rarely took them off, but now he had on a brown pair of breeches and a clean off-white shirt. She twirled his blonde hair around her finger and leaned her head on his shoulder, a move that would have been awkward for me, but she made it look so comfortable.

"What's the matter, elf? Are you not used to seeing more of your husband's body?" She purred as I walked closer to them. I flushed, and she continued to tease. "He just looked so stuffy, wearing those stinky robes, I can't believe you gave him such terrible and unflattering clothing!"

"SMART people don't dress for style or attention," I gave her a pointed look. "But for practicality. Those robes were meant to give his abilities a boost as well as keeping him for getting any nasty diseases from something... or someONE." Another pointed look.

Alva sniffed. "Considering he's always home alone and YOU'RE out cavorting with all sorts of men, I think you've got a guilty conscience."

"That's it, harlot. Get up."

"No."

"Yes. Now. I'm tired of playing games with you. You can either get up and fight me, or I can beat you down where you sit."

"Kayla!" Onmund jumped up in front of Alva and looked up at me. "I TOLD you to leave me alone. You need to go back to Whiterun. There's nothing here for you anymore."

My eyes traveled down to his neck. "IS THAT...A HICKEY?!" I roared, both of my hands igniting a firebolt spell without my knowing. "We have one fight, and you're already letting another woman touch you?"

"Oh, I did more than touch," Ala said slyly with a wicked grin. "And you better put out that fireball, before we call the town guards." She was standing behind Onmund, but looked over his shoulder to look me in the eyes. I saw that I wasn't going to have to pretend to storm out. I crushed the fire spells, turned on my heel and slammed the inn door behind me.

Completely blind with with fury, I didn't put on warmer clothes or any armor before leaving the inn. I just walked until I found myself back at the burned-down house. I lit a Candlelight spell and sat down by the remnents of the hearth and cried. After about a minute the spell ended and I was left in complete darkness, except for the light of the moon. I glanced up and saw that there was no moon, but the apparition of a child.

I shrieked and scrambled up. The child looked at me curiously, and said "You're a funny elf. I'm just a kid, why are you scared?"

"I'm not scared, you just startled me." I wiped the snot on my shoulder and squatted down to eye level with the ghost, terrified, but feigning indifference. "Tell me, what is your name?"

"Helgi. I can't find mama anywhere. I'm so lonely. Would you like to play a game?" I've never seen a ghost look hopeful. Then again, I've never been in the presence of a ghost child. I shook my head. "Not right now, sweetie. I need you to tell me something. Did your Pa set the house on fire?"

"No, he-" she shook her head. "Can we play hide and seek now? I need to hide before the other one comes."

Did she mean Alva? "Honey, who are you talking about?"

"If you find me, I'll tell you!" She disappeared, and her disembodied voice giggled "The other one is near, have to hide!"

Gods-damnit. Even in death kids never stop moving. She disappeared completely, so there was no way for me to tell which way she went. I glanced in her old room, behind the house, and found nothing. "Helgi, I don't have time for this, you need to come out now!" No answer. Well great, I'm stuck AGAIN. I sat down against the outside of the house and lit Candlelight up... What was that? A path? I hadn't seen it earlier that day when looking at the house. I was too focused on the house itself. I kept Candlelight up and slowly followed the path, extremely aware of how dark it was and how armor-less I was. I came up to a dug up grave and heard a hiss.

A hooded woman emerged from the trees and ran towards me, claws extended. I reached for Dawnbreaker, but I had forgotten to grab it before I stormed out. Why am I unarmed? I NEVER take off my sword! The woman tackled me to the ground, her red eyes glaring at me angrily. Red! Of course she would be a vampire!

I tried to get her to roll over and get her under me, but she was strong. I had her held back by her shoulders, keeping her snapping jaws away from my neck and her claws away from my face. She raked one set of claws against my arm and I screeched in pain. She laughed, her diseased spittle dripping onto my tunic and neck.

"IIZ!" I shouted at her head, and her head and torso were frozen. Her greatest weapon taken away, she kicked and flailed around, allowing me to knock her over. She couldn't get up, the ice was weighing her down very well.

"Laelette?"

Seriously?!

"Stay back," I warned, getting up. I gripped my injured arm, eyeing the man. No red eyes that I could see by my still-lit Candlelight spell. Laelette still floundered around on the ground, and I asked the man "Who is she?"

"She is my WIFE! I thought she ran off to join the Stormcloacks!" He tried to push passed me. "What have you done?"

I put the uninjured arm on his chest and held him back. "She's a vampire."

"No..."

He dropped the axe he was holding, and fell to his knees. The ice began to melt. I dropped to my knees in front of the man.

"Listen to me, what is your name?"

"Thonnir-"

"Look, Thonnir, when that ice breaks, your wife, that vampire, is going to try to kill us. She doesn't care who you are or where you come from, if you have blood, she will drink it. A decision needs to be made. Are you going to let me have that axe so I can-"

"NO!" Thonnir roared and jumped up. "You are NOT killing my wife!"

"THONNIR! She may have killed Helgi!"

Thonnir stopped. I wasn't sure if that was true or not, but in order for me to not get on this man's bad side for killing his undead wife, I had no other options.

"She...killed that little girl? Oh Laelette..." Thonnir's gaze flicked to the dug up grave and to Laelette's almost defrosted form. He swallowed.

"Let me do it."

He picked up the axe, and I murmured "Thonnir, you don't have to-" He swung the axe, and with a wet crack that made bile rise into my throat, he drove the axe into Laelette's neck. Not even a gurgle was heard, as a pool of blood spread out beneath Laelette's now still form. Thonnir dropped the axe and said "Alva told me she had joined the Stormcloaks. Looks like Alva is a damned liar."

Alva again? "Thonnir, why is Alva everywhere in this town? Your wife, my husband, the odd behaviour of Hroggar... What's going on?"

"I don't know, but if your husband has begun seeing her, then you need to grab him and keep him as far away as possible from her." I kept his eyes averted from Laelette's remains. "Laelette would go to her house, take walks with her in the evenings, even though she used to hate her. All of a sudden they were best of friends." He gave me a wary look. "Maybe Laelette DID run off to join the Stormcloaks and got attacked on the way there, but my Laelette would never just up and leave. Alva is up to something. If you find that something, come find me." And with that, he walked away, axe in hand.

This post has been edited by Elisabeth Hollow: Dec 31 2012, 07:04 AM