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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

[McBadgere]

So much that is so goood!!... ...

Oh, and if this Onmund stuff is at least partly from experience...I'm so sorry... ...Pfft...Men!...

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Aaaamywho...

Loved it all...Brilliant stuff!!...

Nice one!...

*Applauds heartily*...

[Elisabeth Hollow]

My boss walked into work, and since I've been taking over his position at work because his apartment burned down (Weird, huh?!) he sent me home for a few hours so I wouldn't get in trouble for exceeding my hours too much. So I'm here, editing my story and relaxing for a bit. I haven't had time to edit this one as thoroughly as the last chapter, but I'm doing my best lol. Enjoy!



CHAPTER 8: Uhhhh...Chapter...8?

I heard a child's voice, excited. "You did it! You found me! And stopped Laelette. She tried to save me, I think. She started the fire, but then promised me we would be friends forever. She kissed my neck, and I got cold. But I'm not cold anymore, just...tired."

"Helgi?" No answer. I kicked a small patch of snow and cursed, then realized that this exonerated Hroggar of any crimes. But why would Laelette burn a child alive, just to turn her? And what did this have to do with Alva? Did Hroggar hire...no, that's too complicated. Why would Hroggar hire a vampire to burn his family alive just to move in with Alva? And how did this tie in with him needing to protect her the the dayti-

I felt my face pale. I began walking to Alva's house. Gods, if I wasn't wrong, then I hoped the truth was less terrible than I thought. I passed a few guards on my way, nodded courteously and gulping. I'm sure I looked odd, battling between terrified and passive facial expressions. I healed my arm along the way with the weak Restoration spell I knew, and once I reached her door, I looked around to see if there was anyone around. Nope. I knelt down and leaned my ear against the door. Silence. I picked the lock, snapping two in the process. I need to calm down.

The door swung upen, and flooded the street with... Darkness. Is there no one home? I wondered. I slipped in and saw Hroggar's sleeping form on the bed. I closed the door quietly, and he stirred. I froze.

"Alva..." he murmured sleepily, then silence. I let out a quiet sigh of relief and continued tiptoeing around the house. This shack was too small for two people to live in... I spotted the ring on the floor that was attached to the basement. Jackpot! The hinges squeaked only a tad, barely enough to be considered a squeak, and I descended down.

In the center of the room was an empty coffin. I began to tremble. Coffins were a common sight in Skyrim... In crypts, barrows, and vampire lairs. I walked forward and saw a small journal in the coffin. I picked it up and began to read.

"My life is dreary. Where is my prince come to rescue me? Where is my bold Nord warrior to sweep me off my feet?

I met a man today when picking nightflowers. He is exciting and exotic. We kissed in the moonlight. It was so romantic. I'm going to see him again tonight.

Now I understand the true colors of the night. Movarth has shown me the true black of night and the true red of blood. He has promised me a feast of blood if I do his bidding in Morthal."

I dropped the journal. Not... Movarth. I thought he had moved to Cyrodil ages ago. Maybe even Hammerfell. He was still in Skyrim?

I picked the journal again and looked for something, anything to uncover where his lair was. Nothing. Except Movarth was going to do the exact same thing to Morthal as he did to my-

The almost imperceptible squeak of the basement entrance hinge was overpowered with Hroggar's enraged roar as he came crashing down the ladder. He landed on his left leg weird, but completely ignored it and limped towards me, dagger in one hand.

"I WILL KILL YOU!" he bellowed, slashing his dagger at my neck. I dodged easily, ducked under his arm and kicked at his bad leg. He fell on his knees and grunted, and I took that opportunity to pull the dagger from his grasp and place him in the exact same position I had him in earlier today.

"Okay, listen up for the second time. I need to know where Movarth is." I put pressure on his arm, causing him to grunt and grit his teeth in pain. He tried to shake his head, but the floor kept him from doing that.

"Alright, how about another approach? Right at this moment, your precious Alva is doing nasty, dirty," I choked back some tears, "and probably illegal things with another man-MY husband. If you want me to go stop that, you need to tell me everything I need to know."

"Or I could just let Alva eat him!"

Does nothing ever go my way? Am I really so bad at threatening that everyone laughs in my face??

"The entire town is going to be cattle for an ancient vampire, who is ALSO bedding Alva!"

"Good! This town is useless!"

"She may be having relations with Lami?"

"Everyone is entitled to a little experimentation!"

What?! That's it. I'm never, EVER becoming a spy. Information is just not my business.

"You know what, Hroggar? I think I know why Alva picked you to be her protector. You are the saddest excuse for a man I've ever seen. You allowed your wife and child, two people who loved you to no extent and unconditionally, die for a woman who isn't even half as attractive as a horker. Experimentation my taut elf british boat! Did you never wonder what their dying moments were like while you bedded Alva? Did you know Laelette tried to turn Helgi into a vampire?"

Hroggar stopped struggling. "Helgi? My Helgi was..." he trailed off.

He was silent for a moment. "I didn't burn the house down. I can tell you that much. I can't even begin to fathom why I never questioned my family's death."

I let go of his arms and stood up. "Atone for this now. Tell me what I need to know so I can avenge your family's death."

Hroggar stood up and faced me. "I can't." He saw my face and said, "You don't understand, it's not that I won't, I CAN'T. Only the guilt of this moment is allowing me to break a few chains. All I can say is that Movarth is very, very near. And there isn't very many hiding spots or cave-" He cut off in mid-sentence, and I think I caught his drift.

"Can I trust you to not follow me? Or try to kill me again?"

He shook his head.

"Will you let me tie you up?"

He got into a defensive stance, like he was going to try to punch me if I tried to do anything. "OKay," I sighed. "Then that means I have to try to knock you out, THEN tie you up." His face set in determination, he lunged at me, and I dodged him and shouted.

"IIZ!" The ice formed around his body, completly encasing it. His form was still standing up, arms wrapped around himself as if in a hug. I looked him in the eye and taped on the ice.

"You're only encased, not frozen completely through. You won't be in there long, so you won't suffocate. I'm going to keep you in here and lock the basement door, alright? I'll come back for you if I survive." And with that, I climbed up the ladder, and locked the basement door. I went to Jarl Idgrod, who wasn't too happy at being disturbed from her sleep. She read the journal.

"There is a cave nearby, northwest of here... If Hroggar said Movarth is nearby, that must be where he is. I suggest you make haste, and get your husband away from Alva as soon as possible."

I nodded. "Also, make sure your court wizard gives Hroggar a cure disease potion and dispels the magic on him. He isn't quite a completely obedient thrall yet, but given his inability to tell me everything he could and the complacency during the events that transpired, I'd say he is well on his way." I slammed the door behind me.

When I opened the door to the inn, I expected to see Alva and Onmund attached at the mouth, but they were nowhere to be seen. Lurbuk was passed out on a bench, but Jonna was sweeping.

"Where is Onmund? Where's Alva?" I sprinted to my room and began to put my armor on. Jonna called "They went on a walk, said the night was perfect for it." I sheathed Dawnbreaker and walked out. "Alva is a vampire. She's been trying to turn the town into cattle for her and her vampire group."

Jonna's face paled a little, and I ran outside, leaving her standing there with her broom. I grabbed two cure disease potions and flew out the door. I saw the townsfolk gathering, but ran passed them. No time for a posse. I headed towards the cave, hopefully, and eventually found its gaping maw. I ducked into the opening, hand on Dawnbreaker's hilt.