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Vampire Tales ~ Chapter 5

The rain falling from her face, still clutching the hilt of her sword. Blood dripping from the blade.

Maria awoke with a gasp, sweat dripping from her face. Getting up, Maria started walking around, the Fort was quiet this time of night, all she could hear was the wind howling outside and the fires crackle from the main hall. As Maria went to walk back to her bedroom, the main doors flew open as one of her Dawnguard patrol scouts came running in battered, dirty and sweat dripping from his brow. Maria, ran towards the main hall, the man was clearly in shock and the noise from his entrance had awoken the rest of the Dawnguard.

“A Message ma’am,” spoke the scout still trying to catch his breath.

“Message? From who,” replied Maria.

“Where is the rest of your scouts,” came a gruff voice behind Maria.

“Gunmar, did not know you were awake,” Maria said looking back at him.

“Well, with all this noise everyone should be awake now,” he replied with a slight chuckle.

“Speak boy, where is the rest of your scouts,” Spoke Gunmar now with a more stern voice.

“Dead, all of them,” the Scout replied as his hands started to shake.

“Dead...impossible,” spoke both Maria and Gunmar. ‘How…” but before they could speak the scout responded.

“A vampire like we have never faced before. He saw through our magics, cut each one of down like we were animals for the slaughter,” answered the scout. “He has a message for you ma’am. This world will burn”

“Did you see his face?,” asked Maria

“No it was dark and he wore a cloak, but he was headed towards the Volkihar Castle,” he replied.

“Damn,” replied Maria “Get this man patched up and fed”

Maria started to walk back into the main hall when she spotted two small silhouettes at the bottom of the stairs. As she went towards them Gunmar stopped her before she was able

“Maria, what do we make of this,” He asked

“I don’t know, it is troubling. The Volkihar clan hasn’t made any moves in over five years,” She replied. “Gunmar I want you to handle this, take a the best scouts still within the fort and find out what the Volkihar Clan is up to”

“I will not fail ma’am,” replied Gunmar as he turned to leave

“Gunmar, come back alive. No heroics that is order,” as Maria clasped his large forearm.

As Gunmar walked away Maria reached where the two small silhouettes were. When Maria got closer their features could be made out. Two kids, a boy and girl around five years of age, with almost white blonde hair. Both had Maria’s emerald green eyes. Rubbing their eyes they both look up at Maria

“What are you two doing up at this time,” smiled Maria as she knelt down

“What is all the noise,” squeaked the little boy

“Oh that was nothing Alaric,” replied Maria.

“But we heard shouting,” said the little girl

“Always to clever for your own good Lisa, like your father was,” answered Maria. “But that was nothing, it’s time we head back to bed”

“Okay, mommy,” they both replied. Maria clasped their small hands one in each of hers and started to walk back upstairs.

Outskirts of The Reach

The cold was approaching fast as the nights grew colder and colder. Seras was growing weak without having fed in two weeks. She could feel her strength leave with every passing day. Looking over at Aidan who would not take his gaze off the path in front of them. Seras looked around at her surroundings and noticed a flock of crows circling above them. Seras collapsed unable to go further

“Up girl,’ spoke Aidan without even looking at her

“I cannot. I have not fed on blood in two weeks,” replied Seras with a weakened voice

Without looking at her Aidan drew a magic circle on the ground as he touched it the magic was released moments later a rats from every direction came scurrying towards him.

“Now feed so we can continue,” Aidan spoke.

Looking around there were a dozen rats Seras heard and felt every heartbeat. As her thirst was beyond countrolable she grabbed one and bit down as the blood fell into her mouth, Seras could feel the strength rushing back into her. Seras drained each of the rats until her thirst was no more, looking up at Aidan.

“Enjoy making me feed on rats like an animal,” Seras said as he wiped the blood away from her mouth.

“Hahah my dear, you are an animal, as is everything in this world. You just happen to be on the higher end of the food chain,” replied Aidan with a voice of ice.

Ignoring his answer “What are we doing in The Reach there is nothing but Mountain tribes here,” She asked.

“These tribes have been here since my time, there blood is diluted, but they are still kin of my kin and they hold secrets beyond what people think,” answered Aidan “There is a book I must have which lies within this tribe on this ridge”

“Book? What do you need with book and how to plan on acquiring it,” asked Seras looking puzzled

“You shall see now let's continue to this overlook, there is where you shall witness,” replied Aidan as he started to make his way to the overlook

They made their way to the overlook, they got to the top Seras could see the small huts with smoke from the campfires and totems of their culture. Seras looked down as Aidan drew another magic circle this one different and larger. With a flick of his wrist, Seras felt the air get thicker and colder now able to see her own breath. She looked down as the pressure around Aidan was so much it made her nauseous as Seras back away Aidan placed his hand in the middle of the magic circle and with a crack a shockwave was sent out which knocked Seras backwards, as she fell she noticed Aidan was now holding a sword with a blade as black as the void.

“What is that! I hear ...voices...screams of the dying,” she said. But before she got her answer the ground started to rumble and shake.

Seras crawled towards the edge and in her horror she saw it. Skeletons numbing beyond her count surfacing from the ground. Swarmed the tribal village and within seconds all she heard was screams of the dying and then Silence and as quickly as they came the skeletons turned into dust and faded.

“You, just wiped out an entire village in an instant. Without warning; women, children, men, elderly gone in a flash and I heard it all,” spoke Seras still in shock of what she just witnessed.

As she got up to face Aidan, anger building. Seras pulled out her bow and shot an arrow at Aidan hit him square into his neck, without even thinking. Aidan turned to her and raised his hand. Seras felt it, the pain as if a thousand silver needles entered her body.

“You dare! Blood of My Blood,” spoke Aidan as he pulled the arrow out with the other hand. “So many have tried to kill me, but never my own blood”

His voice was different each time he spoke pierced Seras like a sword. Aidan walked towards Seras as he got closer the pain intensified, unable to bear it anymore she let out a scream.

“You now feel it, this pain,” he said as he knelt down next to Seras.

“Stop ...I feel it,” she scream through the pain of his spell

Aidan dropped his hand and instantly the pain left Seras’s body as she rolled over onto her back the sweat falling from her brow. Seras looked up at the same flock of crows still circling. She raised her hand towards them and one came swooping down and landed next to her. Seras turned her head and looked into the eyes of the crow noticed a small crest, one she recognized instantly. Looking back at Aidan was was now focused on the tribal village again. She opened a pouch and pulled out a quill and parchment. Cutting her finger she used her own blood as ink, writing on this parchment she rolled it up and tied it to the crows leg. The crow took flight from the spot and flew towards the North along with the others.

“Oh my count, I hope that reaches you in time,” Seras spoke as she got up from her spot.

“You now witnessed a small taste of my power. I am the master of death. I am able to control the blood of my blood. You are powerless near me,” Aidan spoke with the same voice that Seras felt earlier.

Seras looked towards the Village where once stood huts and totems were now rumble and ash. There within the smoke was a lone skeleton holding what looked like a book.

A few days later

The dust within the air was highlighted by what sun was allowed within the Castle Volkihar. Richter was standing in front of the old Molag Bal statue that Harkon kept to communicate with his master. The blood was no longer pouring from the mouths of the faces.

“You can stop skulking from the shadows Serana,” spoke Richter

Serana walked up next to Richter. “This statue has been dry for five years, I thought it was because my father died, but that is not the case is it,” she asked staring at the statue.

“Smart,” replied Richter with smile

“I can see why Trevor cherishes you. Smart, beautiful and perceptive,” Richter said as he put a finger under her chin to meet her eyes with his.

Serana slapped his hand away. “Do not touch me,” spat Serana

“Hahahaha and feisty,” he laughed “No this statue is dead because it’s true master is dead, because I killed him and took his power as my own”

“How is that possible,” said Trevor from the entrance of the room. “Killing Gods is impossible”

“Everything succumbs to death, even Gods, kill them where they are vulnerable…..,” answered Richter.

“So does that make you our new master,” asked Serana with scoff in her voice.

With a back swing of Richter’s hand the pressure within the room suddenly changed and the old Molag Bal statue exploded.

“I am the master of none, you are able to choose what to do with yourselves,” Richter replied as he walked out of the room.

“I do not trust him, Trevor. There is something about him unsettling,” spoke Serana.

“There is a power with Richter that is undeniable, but your right for now let's see what he wants,” replied Trevor

Walking around Volkihar Castle, it was like the Castle was frozen in time. It has not changed much since Richter was last here, besides the cobwebs that have accumulated in the corners of the ceilings. Off in the distance RIchter could hear the crackling of the fire in the hearth, the slight hammering of their blacksmith pounding out swords and armor.

“Stalking in the shadows does not hide you from me, Trevor” Richter spoke still looking around

“So this information, you tread a path of the unknown,” Trevor spoke. “This is reaching back even before my time”

“I just need any information, rumor or anything about where or how he became to possess these powers,” replied Richter

But before Trevor could answer Richter noticed a crow perched outside the ice covered window, one he immediately knew it was one of his conjured crows that he sent to follow Aidan and Seras. Making his way to the main doors. As he opened them the crow came swooping in and landed on his shoulder. Grabbing the parchment he unscrolled it noticing the handwriting as his countess Seras.

My Count, We make our way East to the mountains of The Reach. We arrived at a small tribal village, where Aidan needed to find an ancient book held by this tribe for over a thousand years. I write you now my love, because I just witnessed power beyond anything I thought was possible. I am afraid for my life, but just as you thought. Aidan is able to control my blood due to him being my ancestor. I do not know what he has in store for me yet, but I will write when I can. Yours always, Seras

Richter kept, re-reading his wife’s letter, concern now across his face. Richter’s rolled up the parchment and blue flames erupted onto the parchment burning the letter to ash.

“I know bad news, when I see it,” said Trevor. “Who was the letter from”

“My wife, Seras. She currently is spying on Aidan unbeknownst to him.” replied Richter “Aidan believes she is fulfilling a debt owed to him, he also believes I know nothing of their shared bloodline”

“They say vampires care not for nothing, but I understand somewhat. If it was Serana I would have that same look,” replied Trevor “Here are my books on Necromancy and Belenades family. These books are both over four thousand years old. If you can learn anything, it would be from these”

Trevor handed Richter four books, each looked worn and very fragile. Each one written in old script. Richter looked up at Trevor

“Trevor, I didn’t just come here for information. I came to offer an alliance,” spoke Richer “Ally with me and Seras to wipe out Dawnguard and any other Vampire Hunters”

“We have had a truce with Dawnguard for over five years. Why would I jeopardize that,” asked Trevor.

“You are either with me as an ally or against me as enemy,” replied Richter as he did not break eye contact with Trevor. “If you do not have an answer before I finish looking through these books, I will take it that your answer is No and you will become my enemy”

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Vampire Tale - Chapter 2

Year 4E 201

Weakened by the magical defences within the fortress, Richter could not escape their grasp. As he looked around he could see them restrain Maria.

“Let her go,” spoke Richter as he was trying to free himself. “Maria has nothing to do with this”

“Quiet creature,” spat Isran. “Nothing will happen to her, only you.

Isran turned to Richter and unsheathed his sword. He could feel the magic resonating within the blade. As Isran got closer the magic from the blade started to burn Richter’s skin.

“I see you starting to feel the effects from my blade. This sword is infused with some of the most powerful holy magics ever created,” spoke Isran as he walked closer to Richter.

“Isran please! Do not do this,” Maria pleaded “You would kill the man I love”

“Yes! For that reason alone,” Isran said angrily.

Richter felt himself weaken even further as the holy magic burned his flesh. He looked upon Maria’s face. Tears were rolling down her cheeks. As he continued to look towards Maria he felt it. Isran’s sword enter his chest as it burned everything around the blade. Richter’s vision started to fade as everything turn to darkness as Maria’s cries faded.

“Richter ...Richter...awaken my champion,”

“This voice...I recognize it. Anellia is that you,” spoke Richter.

“No, I used her voice as symbol you would recognize,” said the voice

“Then who are you and where is here,” Richter asked as he looked around

‘I’ve gone by many names through the Eras, one of my favorites is Blood-Matron. You can call me Lamae Beolfag,” answered Lamae “You are in the plane of Coldharbor, the dark realm and resting place of the Dark God Molag Bal”

“So my fate has been sealed and I have finally died,” Richter spoke

“You are neither alive or dead,” answered Lamae “You are in a place of limbo, trapped between life and death”

“Then how do I get back,” asked Richter

“In due time...in due time, but first I have a task for you,” replied Lamae “I need to you kill Molag Bal”

“HAH, you want me to kill Molag Bal. A God, impossible,” Richter said as he laughed “We are in his realm, where he is the most powerful”

“Quiet foolish vampire, All things die even Gods,” Lamae said. “You will do this task and once it is finished you will be free to return to the realm of the living”

As the voice fell silent, Richter made his way through the building he was in. As he open the door it let into a corridor on a table on the other side was his old weapons with a note.

I have brought you weapons that are familiar to you.

Lamae

Richter made his way down the corridor as he got closer to the end he could feel it and overwhelming presence. He knew what was at the end. As Richter made his way through the opening there he saw him. Sitting on his throne looking down at him.

“So, the Blood-Matron send another to face me, pathetic,” said Molag Bal with a voice that sounded like a thousand screams all at once. “A vampire who is disgusted to be a vampire”

“You were given immortality and power beyond any man or elf. Yet you refuse to use them ...wait no. You are something different, you have been using them, but not to their full extent,” spoke Molag Bal “What is this….”

Before Richter could react Molag Bal was gone and then reappeared in front of him. Richter swung his silver sword with all his strength, but Molag Bal caught it with his hand.

“Who are you,” asked Molag Bal

“It does not matter, I only want one thing...your death,” replied Richter.

“Heh heh heh, so be it,” Molag Bal said as he tossed the sword aside “Come at me”

Using his vampiric speed, Richter made it his sword and continued to attack Molag Bal. Trying to land blow after blow, but Molag Bal just brushed them off laughing as his did. Richter knowing his attacks are having no effect needed to do something.

“Look at you! A vampire who is playing a mortal, who thinks he can kill a God! You are pathetic,” spat Molag Bal

At this moment Richter saw it, an opening. Richter caught Molag Bal in the arm with his silver sword as it entered this caused Molag Bal to stop in shock. Richter pulled out his Vampire Killer and jammed the spike deep into Molag Bal’s chest. Stunned Molag Bal could not move as Vampire Killer was stealing his life-force. It was here were Richter’s plan came into motion, he bit down on Molag Bal’s neck draining his blood and taking his power as his own.

“Hahahahaha, so this was your plan. You dare play at God-hood young vampire! So be it! Take it take it all,” cackled Molag Bal.

As Molag Bal’s final breath came into view he spoke to Richter.

“Now that you have ascended beyond any vampire into the realm of demi-god, you will wish for death, but it will not come. Now walk the realm of mortals and witness everything you loved die around you as you live on. HAHAHAHA…..,” spoke Molag Bal and with that final message Molag Bal’s body turned to stone and crumbled.

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE,” came a voice from the doorway “You were not suppose to drink blood you fool! Your actions have changed my plans. Now leave wait for your resurrection and my orders on what to do next”

“Your orders? I don’t think so, Blood-Matron,” spoke Richter “Since the moment I got here I had my own plan, you just provided the tools necessary

“You can’t do this! I kept you here, I kept you from being enslaved by Molag Bal,” spoke Lamae

“I’m grateful for that, but now..embrace the hand of death and return to ash,” replied Richter

He grabbed Lamae by shoulder and with one quick motion embedded the spike of Vampire Killer deep into her chest, as her body burst into flames in a matter a seconds the Blood-Matron was no more. Richter could feel himself being pulled back to the mortal realm which meant the ritual for his return was complete.

Breath filled, Richters lungs as he gasped and coughed, Richter stilling coughing sat up looking around. There he saw her silhouette, a woman he thought died 500 years earlier

She places her hand on Richter’s face “My Count” and smiled

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darksaber87 · 5 years ago

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Lilith’s Profile

Base information

Name: Lilith Tepes

Status: Princess of Vampires

Titles: Princess

Height: 5’5” ( 167cm)

Weight: 117 lbs (53kg)

Hair: Shoulder length, Black

Eye Color: Blue but changes when vampiric powers manifest

Age:18

Morality: Neutral

Distinguished Features: Blood red and black eyes when angered or frighten

Birth Date: 4E 208

Birth Place: Castle Volkihar, Skyrim

Likes/Dislikes

Likes: Exploring, peace and calm

Dislikes: Death, violence, pain

Wardrobe/Equipment

Accessories: Father’s signet ring, Black Empire signet ring, Black Stone of Molag Bal and Bloodstone of Lamae Beolfag

Equipment: Various

Most Prized Possession: Father’s signet ring

Most Valuable Possession: Purple diamond pendant

Family/Friends/Love

Immediate Family: Richter Tepes(Father) Seras Victoria(Mother) Alaric II(Half-Brother) Lisa(Half-Sister) Gabriel( Brother, Deceased)

Close Relatives: Thelia Tepes (Great Aunt)

Distant Relatives: None

Ancestors: Alaric Tepes (Great Great Great Grandfather)

First Love: None

Love Interests: None

Marital Status: Single

Significant Other: None

Enemies/Acquaintances/Factions

Acquaintances: Serana, Trevor

Allegiance: Black Empire

Allies/Friends/Followers: Merlin, Raya

Enemies: None

Subordinates: None

Biography

Lilith is the first child born of pure blood vampires, growing up Lilith showed prowess beyond any vampire even her own mother. Unlike her parents though Lilith showed no traits of a vampire. The only time her vampiric powers manifest during times of fright or anger. Growing up Lilith was trained in the art of magic and combat by Seras’s close friends Merlin and Raya. Always excited to leave with her mother when chances arose ever curious she explored as much as she could. As the years went by she could explore more and more until she was old enough to go off on her own, she used her uniqueness to blend in with humans as she found them extremely interesting. Lilith tends to keep to herself rather off exploring away from home then being bothered with stuff that her status is bothered with, but never out of her parents watchful eyes.

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Vampire Tales - Chapter 4

4E 406

As the sun's warmth spread across the frozen lands and the sparkle of the snow and ice glisten in the day.

“What year is this,” spoke Richter

“4th Era year 406, five years have passed since you died and you soul was sent to Coldharbour,” replied Seras with a somber look.

“Five years...It felt like hours,” Richter spoke to himself.

Richter turned and entered back into his family crypt. He put on the cloths Seras had made for his return, a simple tunic and leather pants and boots, a traveling cloak and hood. Richter and turned to see Seras has changed her clothes from a robe to a traveling tunic, cloth pants, leather boots and gloves, fur collar, and traveling cloak and hood. Seras and Richter left his family crypt behind and started their trek west towards Solitude and then Castle Volkihar.

The wind started to pick up as the walked the trail that will eventually bring them to Solitude.

Seras glanced towards Richter “Your thinking about her,” Seras said with a smirk on her face.

“Yes,” replied Richter.

“You will see her in time, I’m sure of this,” Seras said

“I’m sorry,” spoke Richter

“For what,” replied Seras

“Not being there when you woke as a vampire, It must of been very difficult,” Richter spoke as kept his gaze on Seras

“It was,” Seras stopped walking and looked at Richter. “I know why you didn’t wait,” spoke Seras.

Seras walked up to Richter and placed her hand on his. “Your here now, my Count and that is all that matters to me,” said Seras. “So let’s continue, besides I have to bring you up to current events in Skyrim. A lot has changed since your soul was sent to Coldharbour”

As they continued their journey the sky went dark and the blue of the day turned into void of night hosting the stars.

“So Harkon is no longer the Clan leader of Volkihar,” spoke Richter

“Yes that title belongs to Trevor Dynasty and his wife Serana Volkihar,” replied Seras. “After Serana killed her father Trevor took the mantle of Volkihar leader and Serana proclaimed him King of the vampires in Skyrim. A laughable title”

“King...hmm Interesting. I know Harkon was King of these lands thousands of years ago,” replied Richter.

“You can’t be King of anything if no one knows of your existence,” spat Seras.

“Quite a mouth your new lover has,” came a voice Richter instantly recognized. “I thought I felt a powerful presence here, but clearly I was wrong. Just a vampire fledgling and his new wench”

“Aidan…...I see Maria didn’t kill you yet,” spat Richter “How is it that you are able to sense my presence”

“I’m attuned to magic, I sense it throughout this province. A minor flux and I know exactly where it is. Another side effect of my experiments,” replied Aidan. “And as a vampire your essence is already tainted with unholy magics”

“Last I heard the Dawnguard finally did their job and killed you, yet here you stand before me,” Aidan spoke malice in his voice

“They did, my soul was sent to Coldharbour,” said Richter. “But I’m alive again,”

“You know you would be proud of Maria, she leads the Dawnguard now, though it wasn’t until she murdered Isran for killing you” spoke Aidan as he let out a crackle.

“So this is the person you wanted to resurrect...I spent four years training you to bring back a man I tried to kill,” Aidan said as glared towards Richter.

“What do you mean? What does he mean Seras,” Richter looked towards Seras puzzled.

“I needed to learn necromancy to bring you back, Richter! I did what I had to,” Seras shouted.

“By making a deal with DEATH,” said Richter angrily. “There are books on necromancy, surely there were people who practiced it”

“There are books, I read them all, and went to various necromancy teachers they could not teach me what I needed,” Seras said with a somber look. “Richter ...my love, if I had any other choice I would of taken it, you have to believe me”

“Remember you debt, Seras Victoria, I’ve come to collect,” Spoke Aidan.

“You will not take her soul, Aidan,” spoke Richter.

“You are truly still such a fool, If I wanted her soul she would of been dead long before she was able to revive you,” replied Aidan “I need her assistance in something not concerning you”

Seras walking over to Richter as they embraced, their foreheads touching.

“Why ...,” whispered Richter.

“For love, when I found out you died, it was like me dying all over again,” replied Seras “I could not bear it. So I went looking for ways to bring you back and I found it”

“Then I will let you go, Seras,” said Richter “Find me”

“Always my count,” replied Seras and she turned to leave with Aidan

For the second time Richter watched as Seras left him, but all he could think of was Molag Bal’s words to him as he died. “Watch as all you loved die around you” As Aidan and Seras got further from his sight. He turned and continued towards Castle Volkihar.

“He doesn’t know does he,” Asked Aidan.

“No, I never plan on telling him,” replied Seras. “No one needs to know that my family comes from your tainted bloodline”

“HAH, tainted she says, Sorry to break it to you, Seras, if it were not for my bloodline you would not be in this world. Besides, I’m sure he will find out soon enough,” laughed Aidan. “He will be meeting Trevor soon enough, who has knowledge in the history of this place far beyond anyone living besides myself”

“What is that supposed to mean,” asked Seras

“Foolish girl, Trevor is the oldest living Vampire in Tamriel. Why else would Richter go to him if not for the history of this province,” replied Aidan “he is searching for power and the Belnades family and Victoria families had such power in their respective times”

“Richter had no knowledge of Trevor, he was after Harkon,” said Seras and she stopped in her tracks.

“I see, so even he keeps secrets from you. Interesting,” Aidan replied as a smirk came across his face

A sinking feeling came over Seras as she knew Aidan was right.

Richter gained pace as he made the trek to Castle Volkihar. During his sixth night of his journey, he knew he was being tracked by hunters. This feeling was so familiar to him, he has felt it so many times before. During his days as a hunter himself.

“I know you are there, show yourselves cowards,” shouted Richter.

The hunters canceled their cloaking magics, there were three of them, in armor he knew well. As they belonged to the Dawnguard, but these were different from the Dawnguard before. Their tactics have improved tenfold. Maria has been training them proficiently in hunting down vampires and other abominations.

“In the name the Dawnguard, all unholy creatures will be purged from this world, Vampire. In the name of our master Maria Belmont,” spoke one of the Dawnguard hunters.

“I see she has not gotten lazy in our effort,” smiled Richter “So I will tell you what, I will not draw my sword against you and just kill you with my hands”

At his final word Richter vanished, he was upon the first hunter instantly. Grabbing him and biting down on his neck draining every ounce of blood. The other two hunters charged the left one swung his sword towards Richter, but he caught it mid swing and broke the blade in half. To the hunters shock. Grabbing the hunter and tossing him back thirty feet with ease. The hunter’s body slamming against and a tree killing him instantly. Richter turned his gaze to the last hunter. Richter could hear the hunter muttering a holy magic spell. The spell hit Richter as it burned off his flesh on his face burn and heal instantly with each blast of magic. Richter was unfazed as he finally reached the hunter he grabbed his hands and crushed them. Causing the hunter to drop to his knees.

“I...I do not fear you monster,” spoke the Hunter still in pain from his hands being crushed

Richter grabbed the man but the chin “You will” Richter bit down on the hunter's neck

The man started to scream as Richter released his bite and the man started to change into a mindless vampire.

“Now go, feed and bring terror to this world,” Richter spoke wiping the blood from his mouth. “I know there is one more of you out there”

Richter turned on the spot and grabbed thin air, as the cloaking spell got canceled out it was final hunter. “Run, tell your master what you witnessed and tell her that this world will burn” Richter released his grip and the hunter ran.

7 Days later

Sound of waves crashing the shore outside was all Trevor could hear. His mind in a different place, as he looked left to see Serana sitting next to him talking about something but he was not paying attention. Trevor got to his feet he could sense something coming, but not where. He felt this presence once before when he was turned into a vampire by Molag Bal.

“Trevor? What is it,” spoke Serana as she noticed Trevor leaving the room.

“Do you not sense it, Serana,” asked Trevor as he looked around.

“Sense what? Trevor you're not making sense” answered Serana

Before Serana could ask a bang came from the doors of the castle as the burst open, A cloaked man standing in the doorway. Two guards charged the man, but before they had a chance the man removed their heads and they fell dead to the ground. As the vampire guard turned to ash Trevor came running towards the doors hand on the hilt of his sword and Serana to his side.

“Who are you,” demanded Trevor still tightly clutching his sword hilt

“Not friendly welcome, guards attacking and you two clutching your weapons,” spoke the man

Trevor, unsheathed his swords and pointed them at the man, “I demand you tell me your name, this is my land, and you barge your way into..” before he could finish his sentence the man swatted his swords away and grabbed Trevor by the throat.

“You dare threaten me! You are nothing but a breeze against a wall, Trevor. Look upon the face of Prince of Darkness,” Richter lowered his hood, to reveal himself to Trevor.

“R...Richter,” Trevor spoke through strained voice as Richter’s hand tighten around his throat.

“Please...don’t kill him,” spoke Serana

“Do you love this man, Serana daughter of Harkon and last remaining of the Volkihar clan bloodline,” spoke Richter to Serana’s surprise. “Oh yes I know of your ancient clan and of what Trevor did to save it”

“What I don’t understand is why you killed your own father,” asked Richter.

“My father was a monster! And to answer your first question, yes, I love Trevor,” answered Serana

“Yes this is true, your father was a monster,” replied Richter. “I met him once, about two-hundred and fifty years ago. He almost killed me, but spared my life because I was a vampire. Though it was not without a cost, he exiled me from Skyrim and told me if I ever set foot with her borders again he would kill me”

Richter released his grip on Trevor. As he fell to the ground gasping for air Serana went running over to him.

“So which one of you rules clan Volkihar,” asked Richter

“Trevor does,” replied Serana.

“Oh? But you are the rightful heir to the clan, Serana,” said Richter

“I have no desire to rule, I choose Trevor, he is King and I his wife and consort and advisor,” answered Serana. She was now helping Trevor up to his feet.

“Why have you come here, Richter, last I heard you died. Yet you live, you are a vampire yet something more,” asked Trevor still clutching his neck and leaning against Serana.

Richter continued to walk through the great hall of Volkihar castle “I did and I’ve come back as some more, something beyond Vampire. So now I come to you, Trevor Dynasty, for information beyond my time,” replied Richter.

“Information? Information on what,” replied Trevor.

“Not what, but who……...Aidan Belnades,” spoke Richter

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Vampire Tales - Chapter 3

Year 4E 206

She let her hand fall from his cheek, Richter caught it. Looking into her face as he held her hand

“Hello, Richer,” she said still smiling at him.

“S..Seras? It can’t be,” Richter said as he tried to find the words to say

“I watched them kill you. I held you in my arms as you and our” She stopped him before he could finish the words, sorrow appeared upon her face and Richter knew the words he was about to say brought her as much pain as it does him.

“How are you still alive,” asked Richter

“I’m alive because of what you did for me,” replied Seras

It struck Richter like a silver dagger to the chest. He grabbed Seras’s face

“Your eyes! Let me see your eyes,” explained Richter

Seras opened her eyes, where once was light blue almost crystal like eyes were replaced with red/yellow and black, the eyes of a vampire. Richter taken aback by this let go of her face. Realizing he has not drank any blood since his resurrection he fell backwards his back hitting the crypt wall and he slid down, Seras walked over to him. Running her hand through his hair.

“My count, you must be thirsty,” Seras said as she cut her finger

The blood droplets fell from her finger onto his lips as Richter opened his mouth with each drop of Seras’s blood he felt his strength return.

“You can have more than this, my love,” as Seras lowered her robe past her shoulders enough for her neck and all of her shoulders and the top of her breast to show. Unable to control his thirst anymore, Richter got to his feet and bit down on Seras’s neck. Seras felt his fangs enter her neck like small little fire pokers. The sensation of his bite reached every part of her body sending ecstasy of pleasure with it. Soft moans let from her mouth. Seras grasped Richter’s back as her nails dug deep into his back leaving marks. Unable to control herself anymore she bit hard onto Richter’s shoulder puncturing his skin and muscle drinking his blood as it spilled from his wound.

Richter finally let go his bite as did Seras, he looked at her as he face was flushed with pink and she was breathing heavy. Seras looked at Richter letting her robe fall from her body exposing the rest of her. Richter saw it though, the scars left on Seras’s body a reminder of the sins of his past. Richter walked up to Seras and placed his hand on her scars, he felt her body shudder.

“You must not blame yourself,” Seras said as she placed her hand on his “These are my sins not yours”

Year 3E 101

The wind and rain kissed Richter’s face as sped through the forest, blood pouring from his wounds. Clutching his side and digging the silver arrows from his arm and legs. Noticing the wounds are not healing, Richter needed blood. He noticed a small clearing up ahead, quickly coming to the clearing it open up into a small farming village, realizing there was livestock in the barns and that meant fresh blood. Richter made his way to the barn, but it was too late, the hunters caught up to him. Silver arrows flew past him one barely missed his head but enough to cut his cheek. The hunters encircled him bows ready each with silver tipped arrows. Feeling weaker and unable to control it anymore, Richter let his vampire side loose. Everything seemed to move in slow motion, he was upon the first hunter in a second, as he tore through the mans flesh with his claw the blood splattered on the ground. Richter’s speed, agility and strength increased tenfold with each passing moment. He was upon the second hunter and grabbed him by the throat as he lifted him off the ground Richter bit deep into his neck draining his blood. As Richter drained the man's blood, the his wounds started to heal.

Richter loved this sensation of being unstoppable the fear he invoked upon men's faces, but it also scared him. He was losing himself within this frenzy. When Richter reached the final hunter. He pleaded with Richter not to kill him and in a moment of clarity he turned headed towards the town. As Richter turned his back he felt a familiar sting in his back as two silver arrows pierced his skin. RIchter turned to see the hunter shooting arrows at him as two more entered his leg and right arm. Richter pulled out the arrow from his leg and was upon the hunter in a flash as he hit the hunter under his jaw with his own arrow. Blood poured from the hunter as he fell dead on the ground. But the hunter left a present in Richter’s chest a holy enchanted silver dagger, Richter fell to the ground on one knee as he grasped the dagger he pulled it from his chest as it burned his skin. Richter needed blood and fast if he expected to survive these wounds. He look at the dead hunters one was drained of his blood and the others have lost too much as it coated the cold rainy ground red, he looked to the barn and realized the livestock was his only choice. As he entered there was not an animal in sight. Richter knew he must commit the ultimate sin and consume the blood of an innocent if he wish to survive, he looked around noticed a small farm house as he made his way to the house he grew weaker with each step and his own blood now coated the ground red. Richter burst open the door with what little strength he had, which awoke the only occupant a Nord woman in her late twenties, shoulder length blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. As he made his way to her, he grabbed her by the shoulders, but before he could drink her blood he collapsed from his wounds, Richters vision began to blur as the world around him turned black last this he saw was her face and the look what he thought was sorrow.

Richter awoke to sun lit room as he looked around he saw the woman sitting and a table reading a book.

“Oh finally awake I see,” the woman said looking towards Richter. “I didn’t think you were ever going to wake again”

“What do you mean by that and why am I still in your house,” replied Richter

“You are still here because if I brought you to my village they would of killed you in an instant, vampire. You have also been asleep for one year, eleven months and eighteen days,” answered the woman

“Almost two years….how am I not dead,” asked Richter

“Because I kept you alive, with my blood,” replied the woman.

“Your..blood, why? Last thing I remember was me trying to kill you and drink your blood and yet you saved my life,” said Richter looking at her with a puzzled expression

“I saved you because, before you lost conscious you hesitated to take my life and blood,” the woman said without batting an eye “I just feel you are a good man”

“Than I thank you for saving my life, but I must be going. People are after me and if I stay in one place too long they will find me,” Richter said as he stood up.

“Find you? You’ve been here for almost two years I’ve haven’t see a single person come looking for a vampire,” the woman said barely containing her laughing. “By the way my name is Seras Victoria”

“Richter Tepes,” replied Richter. “So what can I do to repay your kindness”

“Well it’s almost the end of harvest and my vegetable garden needs harvesting. You can do that,” replied Seras with a smirk.

As the months went on Richter found himself still at this farm, a reminder of the life he once had with his wife Anellia. Richter felt his life was indebted to Seras for what she did for him. As their friendship thrived, a romantic interest blossomed from it. A year into their relationship, Seras announced to Richter she was pregnant. Excited at the prospect of being a father, Richter realized he could have a normal life at this farm secluded from the world. During the winter while training out in the farm yard, keeping up his mental state along with his physical, he heard footsteps in the woods and whispers of voices.

“Show yourselves, I know you are there,” shouted Richter.

As more rustling occurred, as Richter heard more footsteps, At this time Seras stepped out from the farmhouse to find out why Richter stopped training. Richter could not shake this feeling that what was coming was not good.

“Seras get back in the house,” Richter shouted.

“Why, what is going on Richter,” replied Seras with worry in her voice now.

“Something bad, now go back inside,” answered Richter, but it was too late 10 men appeared from the forest each with a bow drawn.

Before Seras could make her way back in 5 more men appeared and blocked her path from the house.

“Seras, come to me,” Richter said as held out his hand for her to grab itl.

“Who are these men, Richter,” Seras said.

“Hunters, they track and kill monsters like me,” replied Richter.

“You are not a monster,” answered Seras ask she clutched his arm. “You hear that! This man is not a monster, you men are pointing your bows and drawing swords to attack an innocent man”

“Silent wench! You will not speak, you, the vampire and the abomination growing inside your womb, must all be purged from this world,” spoke the red haired man in the back

“You will not touch my wife or my unborn child,” but Richter was cut off by a sound, which made his stomach turn. He felt Seras grip on his arm loosen, as he turned and seen the tip of a sword through her lower abdomen and another through her right chest followed by a scream that will forever be embedded in his memory. Seras was lifted up and thrown across the yard where she landed and did not move.

‘SERAS,” bellowed Richter. “Why….she did nothing...nothing and yet you did this to her”

“I will destroy every last one you,” Richter said as his anger reached a point of no return, he searched for the heartbeat of his wife and child and only heard Seras’s faintly and fading fast.

Richter vanish from the spot appeared behind three hunters, making quick work of them. He turned his gaze upon the five near the house as a volley of arrows came his way each arrow stuck him but did not slow him down. Cutting down two with a single slash and grabbed another by the throat and crushed it. The finally one felt the bite of his sword under his jaw and through the top of his head and Richter bit down and drained him of every ounce of blood within his body. As Richter removed the arrows his wounds healed instantly. Richter turned his gaze to the seven hunters left and their leader the hulk of a man with red hair.

“HAH a battle worthy of my skill. It has been a long time,” spoke the red haired man

“Battle..I think not, this is a slaughter,” Richter said void of emotion as he threw his sword towards one of the seven hunters.

The sword entered the man's chest as it knocked him back, Richter vanished and appeared in front of the man and pulled the sword from his chest before he hit the ground. With single motion he decapitated another. Richter again vanished, leaving a small swarm of bats in his wake. He appeared in an instant snapping another hunter's neck as the break echoed through the woods. One of the hunters unsheathed his sword and charged at Richter with ease he deflected the attack and severed the hunter's arm and stabbed him through the throat.

The three remaining hunters started to back away from where Richter was, scared to fight him.

“Cowards,” came the voice of the red haired man and with a single motion from his massive sword cut the three hunters in half. “Now just you and me”

The massive man was fast, faster than Richter thought, with out any time the man's massive sword came crashing towards Richter. Just in time he blocked the attack as the power behind it sent a shockwave of air and created a small crater around Richter.

“I have not had a battle like this in a over a hundred years,” spoke the red haired man.

“I will end you here and now! YOU WILL NEVER see the next morning,” Richter said angrily.

With each massive blow the red haired man swung with his sword Richter deflected. Richter continued to listen to Seras’s heartbeat as it was almost non existent. With one final effort Richter deflected the red haired man's massive sword up and with that Richter embedded his sword into the man’s thigh and with a twist severed his leg from his body. The man toppled sideways Richter cut his dominant arm clear from his body.

“HAH ...bested by a vampire ...finish it foul creature,” spoke the red haired man as blood coated the snow around him red.

“No ...,” replied Richter. “You will suffer for what you did” and with that Richter severed the man's remaining hand and foot from his body.

“You think this is suffering HAHA, this is nothing compared to what you are about to go through. Your woman is dead along with you child,” spat the red haired man

“YOU BASTARD,” as Richter grabbed the man’s head and with all his strength crushed it beneath his hand as the blood splatter hit his face. “Face Oblivion because even your soul will not be safe”

Richter made his way to where Seras was laying on her side, his hands started to shake as he turned her over to see the wounds to her chest and womb.

“My count…,” spoke Seras as her words were faint.

“Seras...don’t talk I can make this better,” replied Richter as he bit his wrist enough to draw blood as he poured his blood into her mouth, Seras drank it, but nothing happened.

“For a brief time ...we were a family. It was the happiest I’ve ever been,” said Seras as she touched his face. A moment later her hand fell limp and she took her last breath.

For the second time Richter held the woman he loved in his arms as she died, but it was more his unborn child also never saw the light of this world as he clutched her body close to his he let out a thunderous scream. He placed Seras and his child in a coffin lined with roses and buried them in grave with a grave marker that read

Beloved wife and child to a man who is cursed

Richter woke, sweat poured from his face as he looked over Seras still fast asleep, covering her up with her robe. Richter walked around to figure out where they were.

He recognised the tomb instantly, it was his family crypt, home to his ancestors of the Tepes bloodline. Richter made his way outside into the cool summer air. He felt the tug at his arm as Seras fully robed leaned against him.

“That is the second time I awoke without you by my side,” Seras spoke.

“How long did it take,” asked Richter.

“Two years and eight months,” replied Seras.

“What of our child,” said Richter.

“I’m sorry, but it did not survive,” said Seras as her voice started to break

Seras looked up at Richter’s face as tears fell from his eyes, he looked down at her.

“What am, about to do will throw this world into chaos, are you still willing to follow me, Seras,” Richter asked

“Tell the end of time my count,” replied Seras as she looked towards the horizon as the light of dawn approached.

“Then we need powerful allies and I know of one such ally, Clan Volkihar,” said Richter.

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Vampire Tales - Chapter 1

The Fall

“They say when you are about to die your life flashes before your eyes, but all that flashed before his eyes was this one moment in time. The one moment when he was happy and the moment when he lost everything.”

He watched as Valerica removed the weeds from within her garden, his daughter, Serana helping. The cool summer breeze caused the flowers to move knocking a few petals from them. As the blew by his face he could see their vibrant color.

Ah, I thought I would find you two here, spoke Harkon as he smiled to both his wife and daughter.

Hello, father replied Serana as she turned and gave a hearty smile to her father.

Harkon walked over to where Valerica was kneeling and put on hand on her shoulder, she turned to look at him and placed her own hand on his.

How is my lovely wife today, he said

I'd be much happier if these damned weeds would stop showing up, she replied. How about you give us a hand.

I the lord of these lands lower myself to weed picking? Unable to control it anymore he burst into laughter. I would love to, answered Harkon, as he knelt down next to his wife and started to pull weeds.

The hours seem to go by in an instant as the sky went from a vibrant blue to a crimson orange. Harkon laid back in the grass that surrounded the garden as he looked up into the sky. The moment seemed to last forever as he continued to listen to his wife and daughter talk. He closed his eyes as the sound faded from around him, but a moment was interrupted by the doors to his castle swinging open.

My king! Came a voice from the doors

Harkon opened his eyes and forced himself on his feet.

Yes, he replied.

An urgent leader from the regent governor, replied the messenger

Harkon grabbed the sealed parchment from the messenger’s hand. He broke the seal unrolled the note.

To King Harkon

The reports of the plague sweeping across the land, has now reached my city.

It has claimed hundreds of lives, if you could please send supplies and aid to my city

I would forever be in your debt and will swear loyalty to your crown.

Regent Governor and Jarl of Solitude

Bjorn Alvorus

Harkon looked down at the note again and again. Sorrow swept across his face. He handed the note back to the messenger.

Send my reply as followed, he spoke. You will have your aid, I will be sending ten healers and a battalion of troops to keep peace during your trouble times.

Now hurry and have the scribe write that down and make haste! Solitude needs us.

Harkon could not help but worry as he looked to his wife and child. Months passed as the reports from Solitude got worse. Over a third of the population has now succumbed to the plague sweeping the province. Signs of the plague have even reached his doorstep, his live stock has suffered loss and one of his servants has become ill. As the winter months hit on the morning of Sundas, 7th of Evening Star 2E 03. Everything in Harkon’s life changed.

Harkon awake to thunderous knocks at his door. As it burst open. As the head healer came into his chambers waking both him and Valerica up.

My king! Something has happen. Your daughter Serana has fallen deathly ill, spoke the healer fantictly.

What!? What did you say, what has happened to my daughter, Harkon spoke.

Sire she came to me last night looking for a drink that could help ease her stomach pains. So I gave her a simple pain draught, and when I went to check her this morning she was cold suffering a fever and I could not wake her, Sire spoke the healer through a trembling voice.

WHAT have you done to my daughter!!, spat Harkon as he grabbed the healer and slammed him against the wall.

Valerica has never seen Harkon like this before, but nothing has ever happened to warrant his anger.

Harkon, I do not think the healer did anything, I think our worst fears have come true the plague has finally hit our home, spoke Valerica trying to calm Harkon.

I must see my daughter, as he let go of the healer’s robe I’m sorry I lashed out.

Both Valerica and Harkon made their way to Serana’s room as they entered the house servants were changing her sheets and drying her body as they were soaked from fever. Harkon made his way to his daughter’s bedside, as he looked down Serana’s face was wet from her fever, her beautiful raven hair soaked from sweating.

My daughter ...not my daughter, whispered Harkon as he knelt down and grasped her hand.

Valerica knelt down beside him, he looked over she was sobbing her tears rolling down her cheek. He put his arm around his wife and she laid her head on his shoulder still sobbing. They both knelt there as the servants continued with what they were doing, for what felt like hours. Harkon got to his feet and told one of the servants to escort his wife from the room, as he did what was told the healer walked through the door.

How long does she have, asked Harkon still looking at his daughter.

I honestly do not know sire, it could be days or it could be weeks, maybe even months, answered the healer. I’ve never seen anything like this before. I’ve given her my strongest healing tunics and that is barely slowing the advancement of this plague.

We must do something, I cannot ...will not lose my daughter. Harkon spoke through gritted teeth.

He turned and left the room. Making his way to the great hall, there he saw his servants clamoring around something. He hasten his walk and then he seen something that made him turn his fast walk into a run. There he saw her, his love, his soulmate, his best friend on the ground in the same state as his daughter trapped between life and death. He picked her up and took her to their chambers and placed her body on their bed. Now both his family are trapped between life and death.

As the days passed with no change, Harkon’s state of mind dwindled as he gave into despair. Cursing the gods for his misfortune. He sent his armies to scour the lands for healers and books about plagues. Harkon searched his own massive library for answers, as his search yelled no results. Harkon’s despair grew deeper, during this time he gave into the darkness building inside him. He knew about a taboo, about beings known as Dark Gods long forgotten by and worshiped by cults and dark magic practitioners. Pleading with forbidden gods of old. He begged them to save his daughter and wife and he would be willing to give anything have them live.

The days grew colder and shorter. Knowing it won't be long before his family parishes. A storm blew in from the west worse than any Harkon has ever seen before. During the storm there came a pounding at his castle door, one that sounded as thunder was hitting his door. Looking around he realized his servants were nowhere to be found, no doubt they were tending to his wife and daughter who now shared the same bed in his chambers. He made his way to the castle door as he came closer the knocking got louder and stronger.

Harkon went to grab the door handle before he touched the handle, the door burst open and there stood a man in a black cloak. The man stepped forward into the castle.

Kind Harkon Volkihar, he spoke with a bow. I’ve come to offer you a choice.

Who ...what are you, spoke Harkon still on the ground.

I’m Trevor Danasty and I’ve come on behalf of my master, he answered.

Can you save my family, spoke Harkon.

Me, no but my master can he only has one stipulation, replied Trevor. Are you willing to do whatever he asks to save your family?

I will give and do whatever to save my family, spoke Harkon

Then swear your undying loyalty to Molag Bal and you will be told what you must do to save your family.

I pledge my life my crown and my blood to Molag Bal, spoke Harkon.

Now rise, Harkon, came a voice from within his mind.

As Harkon rose to his feet he felt a cold hand on his neck as he looked to see Trevor standing in front of him. Frozen where he was he felt what was like hot fire pokers on his neck. Realizing it was Trevor biting him he tried to push him off but he could not move a muscle in his body. His vision grew dark his body cold and then nothing. Harkon collapsed to the floor dead.

His hands started to twitch and he awoke gasping air. There was a thirst, but not for water that was making Harkon double over in pain. Harkon looked up to see Trevor.

Awake at last, strong willed you are, You are the first to survive this ordeal, Trevor spoke as he cut his wrist.

The blood splattering to the ground. Harkon’s eyes widen.

Now drink from me and receive your gift.

Harkon grabbed Trevor’s wrist driving as much blood as possible.

Yes! Drink tell your thirst is quenched, spoke Trevor.

Releasing Trevor’s wrist his thirst quenched as the blood dripped from his mouth.

What have you done to me, demanded Harkon.

I have saved you and I will do the same to your wife and daughter, answered Trevor as he moved passed Harkon into the great hall and towards Harkon’s bed chambers where his daughter and wife lay.

NO! This is not what I wanted, but he was still too weak to catch Trevor. He hurried to his room chambers as fast as he could. Harkon was too late Trevor already was draining the blood from his wife. When Trevor was finished he let go of Valerica and she fell to the bed. Trevor made his way to Serana and gently picked her up and Harkon watched as Trevor drained his daughter’s blood tell she took her last breath.

It was there when he lost both his wife and daughter and when he himself died. As the last image flashed from his mind, the face of his daughter was now in front of him.

Serana grabbed her father and pulled out her dagger and slit his throat. Oh father how I have longed to want to do that ever since you locked me away for three thousand years. If it were not for Trevor Id still be locked and asleep in that cave.

My beautiful daughter ...my sweet little daughter, spoke Harkon in a whisper as he smiled at her. I know you hated me long before that ever since I did this terrible thing and turned you into what you are now.

Serana looked at her father, tears swelling in her eyes. You care now after all these years you show an ounce of love for me now of all times.

I’ve always cared about you Serana, spoke Harkon still whispering as he collapsed to his knees due to blood loss. Though you are right, I have done horrible things. Things I cannot take back, but the most thing I regret it turning you and your mother into these creatures. I lost you, my child, on that day so many years ago.

Serana embraced her father in a hug tears now falling down her face.

My child, it seems my sins have caught up to me, now you must finish what you started and end my existence Harkon spoke into Serana’s ear.

Serana placed her hand on her father’s chest feeling for his heart beat finding it with one quick motion her hand was inside the chest of her father’s. Grasping his heart and with a single squeeze ended Harkon’s life as he turned to ash in Serana’s hands. Unable to control her sorrow anymore she let out a yell and sobbed uncontrollably.

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Trevor’s Profile

Base information

Name: Trevor Dynasty

Status: Ruler of Volkihar Vampires

Titles: King

Height: 6’1” (185 cm)

Weight: 256 lbs (116kg)

Hair: Short, Black

Facial Hair: Short goatee/ Black

Eye Color: Blue(Before Vampirism) Orange/Red

Age: Looks 28 (Immortal actual age 4357)

Morality: Neutral Evil

Distinguished Features: Deep scars across left side of face

Birth Date: 1E 98

Birth Place: Solitude, Skyrim

Death Date: 1E 125

Age at Death: 28

Death Place: High-Rock

Resting Place: Small Cave

Manner of Death: Betrayed by his bandit clan

First Rebirth: 1E 125

Place of First Rebirth: Small Cave in High-Rock

Likes/Dislikes

Likes: Serana, Knowledge, Power

Dislikes: The sunlight, the living, holy warriors

Wardrobe/Equipment

Accessories:Black Empire signet ring, diamond skull necklace, wedding band

Equipment: Black blade of Volkihar, Black Rose ~ Ancient blade of Olof Dracnis

Most Prized Possession: Vail of Serana’s blood

Most Valuable Possession: Black Empire Signet ring

Family/Friends/Love

Immediate Family: Serana(Wife)

Close Relatives: Unknown

Distant Relatives: Unknown

Ancestors: None

First Love: The Viper, Sett

Love Interests: Serana Volkihar

Marital Status: Married

Significant Other: Serana Volkihar

Enemies/Acquaintances/Factions

Acquaintances: Rella, Olof Dracnis

Allegiance: Black Empire

Allies/Friends/Followers: Richter Tepes, Seras Victoria

Enemies: The Dawnguard, Helena Dragonheart, Alistair Tagnel

Subordinates: Genloke

Biography

Childhood:Born to a poor family in Solitude, he was lucky to have a meal a day, frail and sickly as a child, but had shelter and loving parents.

Adolescence:Things changed during Trevor’s adolescence, when he lost his mother to bandits when she tried to protect Trevor, his father started to fall to the drink after that and blame him for her death. Trevor would try to avoid his father at all costs and would leave when he could for days at a time. During these years Trevor fell in with the wrong sorts of kids. Stealing, causing trouble was how he spent his days and his fathers wraith when he got caught.

Adulthood:Adulthood was much of the same with Trevor, after dad drank himself to death Trevor left Solitude and soon joined up with a bandit clan. Was within this group of cutthroats Trevor learned his skills with a sword. He also went from pickpocketing to assassinations, mercenary work. After spending 15 years with this group he was betrayed after a job they took in High-Rock. Slashing the right side of face so deep it his bones forever marking him and mortally wounding him, out of sheer will Trevor was able to make to a small cave. Within the cave was an old decayed looking man well past his prime. The man offered Trevor to become something more, but at a price. Dying Trevor had no choice because he didn’t want to die. Drinking the red liquid given to him Trevor died

Afterdeath and Rebirth: Waking from his death Trevor was reborn a vampire.With his new found vampiric powers Trevor hunting down his old Bandit clan and killed each of them drinking their blood to his fill. Centuries passed as he lived seeking knowledge, Trevor saw the world around him change, empires fall and rise. Trevor eventually came across a small little Kingdom within the Province of Skyrim ruled by one Harkon Volkihar. I benevolent King loved by his people until a plague swept through his Kingdom and struck his daughter and wife down with illness. Pleading with the Gods to no avail. One night there was a bang against Harkon’s castle doors. There stood Tevor, who offered a solution to Harkon's answers, agreeing. Trevor turned Harkon, his wife and daughter into vampires. As part of the pact Trevor became the true master of Clan Volkihar and ruling from the shadows as using Harkon as his voice.

A secret relationship between Trevor and Serana formed over the years, Trevor saw something in her that he lost a long time ago. As the centuries past Harkon grew more and more secluded and darker as his power grew, Trevor’s grip within the Volkihar clan waned. Fearing for Serana’s life if their love was ever found out. Deciding to exile themselves with the help of Serana’s mother. Saying goodbye to Serana and vowing to see each other again, Trevor left Castle Volkihar vowing to return to end the rule of Harkon.

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Seras’s Profile

Base information

Name: Seras Victoria

Status: Farmer, Queen of Vampires, Black Empress

Titles: Countess, Queen, Empress

Height: 5’8” (177 cm)

Weight: 140 lbs (63 kg)

Hair: Shoulder Length/Yellow/Blonde

Eye Color: Light blue(Before vampirism) Orange/Red

Age: 458 Looks 36 (Immortal)

Morality: Neutral

Distinguished Features: freckles, scar lower abdomen

Birth Date: 3E 150

Birth Place: Bruma, Cyrodiil

Death Date: 3E 186

Age at Death: 36

Death Place: Outskirts of Bruma, Cyrodiil

Resting Place: Victorian Farmstead

Manner of Death: Stabbed lower abdomen, bled to death

Likes/Dislikes

Likes: Farming, nature, the night

Dislikes: Suffering, vampire hunters, harm to children

Wardrobe/Equipment

Accessories:Silver half moon necklace with a sapphire gemstone. Winterhold signet ring, Tepes bloodline signet ring

Most Prized Possession: Tepes Bloodline signet wedding ring

Most Valuable Possession: Silver halfmoon necklace with a sapphire gemstone

Family/Friends/Love

Immediate Family: Richter Tepes(Husband) Lilith(Daughter with Richter) Gabriel(Son with Richter, Deceased)

Close Relatives: Deceased

Distant Relatives: Deceased

Ancestors: Aidan Belnades(Ancient Ancestor)

First Love: Richter Tepes

True Love:Richter Tepes

Love Interests: Richter Tepes

Marital Status: Married

Significant Other: Richter Tepes

Enemies/Acquaintances/Factions

Acquaintances: Viktor Dragon-Oak, Eavan Zorah, Hilda Teth, Serana Volkihar

Allegiance: Black Empire

Allies/Friends/Followers: Trevor Dynasty, Serana Volkihar, Merlin Agel, Morgana Thel

Enemies: Aidan Belnades, Alistaire Tagnel, Helena Dragonheart

Subordinates: Raya Agel

Biography

Childhood

Seras was born in Bruma to lower class family, her father was ex-soldier and mother a barmaid. Growing up Seras didn’t have much but cherished everything. She made friends easily and was liked by the other kids

Adolescence:

During Seras teens her family moved from the city to a farmstead, was during these times Seras grew distant and became somewhat of a loner, but always helping her parents when needed

Adulthood

Seras’s adulthood was a terrible time for her, an illness swept through Bruma killing many people including her parents, now the sole remaining member of her family all their debts and responsibilities fell onto her. She got by well enough to continue to live on the farmstead. Was during this time a stranger by the name of Richter wounded and half dead and seeking shelter.

Afterdeath and Rebirth

As the Seasons went by a love blossomed between Seras and Richter. Expecting their first child, Richter’s past caught up to him as Vampire Hunters surrounded their farm, the last thing Seras remembers before being born again as a Vampire was the pain and Richter’s tears, plunged into a void of nothingness which felt like meer minutes but hundreds of years past, Seras awoke to a different world around her. Sounds and smells were enhanced. Realizing she was with child no longer and Richter wasn’t around fearing the worse she fell into a deep depression, looking for death she fled north to Skyrim

As the years went on she heard rumors of man with Richter’s description. Renewed hopes of reunited with her love Seras started her search, eventually she found him among vampire hunters known as the Dawnguard. Watching Richter from afar she always kept an eye on him so that no harm would befall him. The day Richter was betrayed by the Dawnguard and killed Seras gathered his ashes started her search for a way to bring him back. Eventually her search led man by the name of Aidan Belnades. Agreeing to a resurrect Richter for a price, Seras agreed. Pulling Richter’s soul from the void of Coldharbour Seras was reunited with Richter for the first time in 417 years

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Richter’s Bio

Base information

Name: Richter Tepes

Status: Noble of Winterhold, King of Vampires, Black Emperor

Titles: Count, Lord, Jarl, King, Emperor

Height: 6’4” ( 195 cm)

Weight: 232 lbs ( 105kg)

Hair: Medium long, Black

Facial Hair: Goatee Medium length, Black

Eye Color: Green(Before Vampirism) Orange/Yellow/Red

Age: 608 Looks 32 (Immortal)

Morality: Lawful Evil

Distinguished Features: Various scars on body, Black corruption on Right side of body with red runes

Birth Date: 3E 1

Birth Place: Winterhold, Skyrim

Death Date: 3E 33

Age at Death: 32

Death Place: Anvil, Cyrodiil

Resting Place: Anvil Cemetery, Cyrodiil

Manner of Death: Killed by first wife and turned into a Vampire Lord

First Rebirth: 3E 33

Place of First Rebirth: Anvil Cemetery, Cyrodiil

Second Death: 4E 203

Second Place of Death: Fort Dawnguard, Skyrim

Second Resting Place: Ashes discarded near fire pit at the entrance of Fort Dawnguard

Second Manner of Death: Betrayed by Isran and The Dawnguard aftering protecting them

Second Rebirth: 4E 206

Place of Second Rebirth: Tepes Family Tomb, Winterhold, Skyrim

Likes/Dislikes

Likes: Protecting Seras, Order, Information

Dislikes: Harm to Seras, Betrayal, Vampire Hunters

Wardrobe/Equipment

Accessories: Necklace with Realm of Oblivion symbol, Winterhold Signet ring, Tepes Bloodline ring and Wedding ring

Most Prized Possession: Mother and Father’s Winterhold Signet rings, Black Stone of Molag Bal and Bloodstone of Lamae Beolfag

Most Valuable Possession: Tepes Bloodline signet ring

Family/Friends/Love

Immediate Family: Seras Victoria (Wife) Lilith(Daughter with Seras) Gabriel(Son with Seras, Deceased) Lisa and Alaric II Belmont (Twins with Maria)

Close Relatives: Thelia Tepes (Aunt)

Distant Relatives: Cortan Lothad (Cousin)

Ancestors: Alaric Tepes (Great Great Grandfather)

First Love: Anellia Amel

True Love: Seras Victoria

Love Interests: Anellia Amel (First Wife) Hilda Teth(Ex-Lover) Seras Victoria (Second Wife) Maria Belmont (Ex-Lover)

Marital Status: Married

Significant Other: Seras Victoria

Enemies/Acquaintances/Factions

Acquaintances: Viktor Dragon-Oak, Eavan Zorah, Hilda Teth

Allegiance: Black Empire

Allies/Friends/Followers: Trevor Dynasty, Serana Volkihar, Merlin Agel, Morgana Thel

Enemies: Aidan Belnades, Alistaire Tagnel, Helena Dragonheart, Maria Belmont, Alaric Belmont, Lisa Belmont

Subordinates: Cortan Lothad, Galen Duriel

Biography

Childhood:

Richter was born into Nobility, mother died during childbirth so he was raised by his Father and the help around his father's home. Bit of a loner in his childhood, Richter did show interest into wanting to help others around him.

Adolescence:

During his teen years, Richter became a bit more confidant gaining friends quickly, using his Noble wealth to do what he wanted. Becoming a bit arrogant in the process. During this stage of his life his love of knowledge became apparent always reading old books within his family’s library.

Adulthood:

Was during this time Richter fell in love for the first time with a commoner by the name of Anellia Amel, knowing due to his Noble heritage and next in line for Jarl this love was forbidden by his father. Forgoing his Birthright and Noble rights he wed Anellia and left Winterhold for Anvil in Cyrodiil, became a Merchant. Making a name for himself outside of his Noble heritage Richter lived quite well and even started to travel to other Provinces to sell his wares.

Afterdeath and Rebirth:

Richter was killed 3E 33 by his wife Anellia after she could no longer control her bloodlust, but not before he struck a fatal blow against Anellia. Richter was reborn a Vampire 3 days later, there he was met by a Coven of Vampires hiding among the humans of Anvil. Was within this Coven Richter learned how to control his baser abilities and feed only when necessary to keep the humans from not knowing. After spending time with the Coven Richter left to travel Tamriel learning about other Vampire Covens and Clans. Eventually he made his way to Skyrim and contact with the Volkihar Clan where the leader Harkon threaten to kill him if he did not leave Skyrim.

For the next 150 years Richter traveled and survived. Wounded and near death he was found and saved by Seras Victoria a farmer on the outskirts of Bruma. Tired of traveling and at first wanting a place to hide from Vampire Hunters, Richter offered his help around the farm in exchange for saving his life. Eventually as the time went by Seras and Richter grew closer and eventually in love. Richter now finally able to live a peaceful life and an expect dad grew to comfortable in this new life as his past eventual caught up to him, Vampire Hunters tracked his location to Seras’s farm where they slew her and his unborn child, despert Richter had Seras drink his blood to become a Vampire, but it looked to not take, so Richter buried his wife and unborn child and sent himself into an exile hoping to die, he started to attack Vampire Hunters and his own kind looking to end his suffering. During his exile Richter created a weapon the end his existence, but unable to do it himself he wielded the weapon to vanquish his own kind.

His travels eventually made him return to Skyrim where he met Maria Belmont a fledgling Vampire Hunter, but unknown to her Richter was the prey she was after. After letting her rest at his camp Richter became a bit smitten with Maria, asking what Vampire Hunter group she belonged, to Maria’s shocked he knew she answered Dawnguard. Richter asked to bring him to them to relay information about local vampires in Skyrim, she agreed. Upon arrival Isran knew exactly what Richter was angry he scolded Maria and was about to strike Richter down but the Fort was attacked by vampires of the Volkihar clan, having help dealt with them Isran allowed Richter to stay. There he trained Maria to wield the weapon he created sensing great power within her. During her training Maria became Richter’s lover, unable to fully commit to a full relationship he was happy. Until he was betrayed after Isran found out Maria was sleeping with him.

Richter was slain and his soul sent to the Dark God, Molag Bal’s creator of Vampires and ruler of the realm Coldharbour. He was contacted by Lamae Beolfag who set in motion to overthrow the Dark God and seize control, unbeknownst to her Richter has his own plans wanting the power for himself and tired of being betrayed, Richter killed Molag Bal and infused the Dark Gods power within himself. Lamae mad about what he did tried to slay him only to fall to Richter herself. Master of Vampires and new ruler of Coldharbour, Richter’s soul was pulled from the realm and he was reborn a second time. There he was reunited with Seras who with the help of Aidan returned his soul to the mortal plane.

Having been reborn Richter traveled back to Skyrim to research ancient names and people which the Volkihar clan had within their library thanks to Trevor by some counts is one of the oldest living vampires. Having to be split from Seras due to Aidan’s deal to help bring back Richter, but Seras working in secret to relay information back to Richter’s via his familiars who always have their watchful eyes on her and protect when they can. Making his way to Volkihar his welcome was met with hostilities, Richter gave them an ultimatum cooperate or be destroyed, agreeing to join forces the fledgling Black Empire roots were planted.

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