Bloodlust - The Continuation, And the likely conclusion as well!!! Options

[The Metal Mallet]

Well, here's the link to the previous thread: Bloodlust - The Beginning

You can continue your praisings of my written words here. Expect an update next Saturday. I don't expect I'll get one out sooner. School starts again

[The Metal Mallet]

All right, time to continue this thing after another unfortunate hiatus. Writing this one made me realize I still got the motivation to get this sucker done. I can feel this ending drawing near and I got mixed feelings towards it. On one hand I would finally finish it. The idea I had so long ago and had started twice on two separate occasions (at the time I didn't have it TES related) would actually be completely written. On the other hand, I've been enjoying writing this story so much that I'm afriad that any future work won't bring that same joy.

I have a feeling though that whatever I decide to write next, if it gets the same reception as Bloodlust did here, I'm sure I'll enjoy writing it.

But enough of my emotional banter. I'm sure you guys want to read the next update. Here it is:



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Simion slumped against the alley wall in exhaustion. During his escape from Sethyas and Savlian, he had managed to wrestle back control from the Voice. Now the full effects of the dagger that had entered his shoulder were being felt. He knew he had to get back to his hideout. The potions required to treat his wound were lying in wait for him there.

Groaning, Simion forced himself to continue on. The world briefly spun as pain laced through his arm, stifling all other feelings. He could feel his blood trickling down his arm since his sleeve was saturated with the warm fluid. But at least he was drawing near his destination. It wouldn’t be long before this problem was dealt with.

Clumsily, Simion hauled himself up the ladder to his hideout with his good arm. After an excruciating minute, he pulled himself inside his secret attic hideout, his breaths ragged from exertion. To weak to stand, Simion crawled along the floor to the cabinet where he kept his potions. After opening it, Simion scanned the contents of the cabinet. Not finding the correct potion immediately, Simion scattered the contents within along the floor. Combing through the contents on the floor, desperation started clinging to Simion, as there didn’t seem to be any potions to help his wound. His breathing became more frantic as bottles were knocked far away in frustration and fear. After a few frightful moments, Simion located a bottle and greedily drained the contents. He shuddered as he felt the flesh knit itself back together over the deep dagger wound.

Simion slumped against the far wall of the attic, relieved that he would be okay but exhausted from the fight in conjunction with healing the wound. Before he could stop himself, sleep overtook him.



Silently, Simion’s pursuers followed the trail the assassin left for them. Both Sethyas and Savlian were silent, constantly expecting to run into the assassin around the next bend. Sethyas, the fresher of the two, took the lead while Savlian tailed closely behind. Savlian knew he was a bit out of his element with a stealth mission of this proportion. Beside him stood a master of the trade so why not take advantage of that?

Sethyas stopped beside a particularly large patch of blood. Obviously Simion had rested there for a few moments. Sethyas noted that the trail continued after the spot, but he hung back, ensuring that the area was safe. Satisfied with his inspection, he waved Savlian along as they proceeded deeper into the alley.

It didn’t them long to find that the trail went up a ladder. What seemed peculiar was that this ladder appeared to go to nowhere. It simply ended three quarters of the way up the building. Sethyas moved away from the scene beckoning Savlian to follow.

Slightly annoyed that they were backtracking, Savlian tried to speak. “Seth—“

The Dunmer cut him off with a glare and kept moving backwards. After they put a building between the ladder and them, Sethyas turned around.

“I wanted to get away from that ladder before we could speak,” Sethyas explained softly.

“Okay, what for?”

“I know Simion is up there somewhere. I could just feel it,” Sethyas answered; his expression set in an unreadable expression.

“You think he jumped onto the rooftop?” Savlian offered, “Seems unlikely given that wound.”

Sethyas nodded. “You’re right. He couldn’t have jumped onto the rooftop from there. He didn't simply disappear either… I’m afraid one of us is going to have to take a risk.”

Savlian pondered the notion. “Climb the ladder and see from that perspective you mean?”

“Exactly. Problem is that Simion could simply be waiting for that. Whoever goes would basically be a sitting duck.”

“I’ll go.”

“No. I should go.”

“This is my town, and this is my problem. I’m the one who should be taking risks here.”

“You wouldn’t know if Simion is preparing to attack you or anything. I have the chance to see the warning signs before you, Savlian.”

Savlian looked away from Sethyas and thought on the subject. Finally he nodded his head. “Go on. I’ll keep on eye on you and shout if I see anything,” he said reluctantly.

Sethyas patted the Captain’s shoulder. “Thanks,” he said as he withdrew the Black Hands Dagger and went back to the ladder. Savlian followed behind, his keen eyes searching for possible threats.

Sethyas twirled his dagger absent-mindedly as he peered at his surroundings, guessing where Simion could lay lurking. Whatever possessed the Breton was just as crafty as Simion so the possibility of a trap didn’t escape Sethyas’ thoughts. His dagger twirling stopped and Sethyas proceeded to creep to the ladder. Savlian stayed near the opposite wall, his eyes busy as well.

Using one arm, Sethyas began to climb the ladder, the other held his dagger, poised to strike should the opportunity call. At each rung, Sethyas paused, careful to not make any sound. Savlian silently urged the Dunmer to proceed quicker as Sethyas’ approach was torturing his patience. Sethyas made it two thirds of the way up before he decided to drop from the ladder. Startled, Savlian walked to Sethyas and was about to ask him what was going on but Sethyas grabbed him and started dragging him away from the alleyway.

After exiting the alleyway Sethyas finally stopped his jog. A frustrated Savlian stopped beside him.

“What the hell happened back there?” Savlian asked heatedly.

“I heard noise within. I didn’t want Simion to see us so we left. There’s a niche in the wall that the alleyway hides from the ground. He’s inside that building,” Sethyas answered, a smile on his face.

Savlian grinned, his anger quickly forgotten. “Well then, let’s go put him away!” he said enthusiastically.

“No. Not yet.”

Savlian turned and faced the assassin, a puzzled look on his face. “And why not? We know where he is. He’s in a weakened state and if we get inside his hideout, he’s not going to escape!” he asked, his anger quickly returning.

“Because,” Sethyas returned calmly, “We need Taris here to show us how to defeat him. It’s been a week, he should be back anytime now.”

Savlian massaged his temples. “You need to be shown how to defeat him?” he asked incredulously. “Here, I’ll show you. You take this-“ he pulled out his broadsword, “-and you stabbed it into his heart!”

Sethyas sighed in an exasperated tone. “You don’t understand. We’re dealing with something that’s beyond flesh and blood. Something has… invaded Simion’s body and it has caused all these problems in your city.”

Savlian slammed his broadsword back into his scabbard. “You know what? I don’t care what you think. I don’t care if the incarnate of Mehrunes Dagon presides within him. Steel has been hurting him, so steel is going to kill him! I don’t need you to tell me how to use a sword and now that I know where Simion is. I’m going to take a squad of men and take him out,” he said with finality, “Good-day to you Sethyas. It has been a pleasure working with you but I’m afraid that we’re going to have to do things our separate ways.”

With that, Savlian abruptly walked off. Sethyas stared off at him, incredulous that he was simply used by the Imperial.

“Why didn’t I expect this to happen? He is an Imperial after all,” he said to the air. Though the Captain had offended him, he had more important things to do. He needed to see if Taris had come back yet. If so, the young Dunmer likely would be waiting at “The Flying Bosmer” so Sethyas decided he would look there first.