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.

[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.

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