I'm really bored and want to write about something, and since I have nothing to write and I've been playing Dawnguard recently, I've decided to write a little fan-fiction detailing the events in Dawnguard from my character's point of view, with a bit of embellishment. So... enjoy!
It was very simple. Pull back, aim, steady, release. Kor's right arm trembled as it held the thin bowstring to his cheek. His left eye was closed, his right focusing on a deer about fifty feet away. It was grazing comfortably, a stationary target, an easy target. Kor's breath halted, his heart beat slowed. His fingers let go of the string, and a steel-tipped shaft launched forward. In an instant it had buried itself in the side of the deer, killing it.
Kor sprinted up to the kill, wrenching the arrow from it and depositing it back in his quiver. Kneeling down, he hoisted the dead creature up and slung it over his shoulder, taking it back to the camp he had made. An elk corpse lay next to the fire, and Kor dropped the deer next to it, sitting down and stretching. He would have to go back to Riverwood the next day. Alvor would appreciate the meal, and it was the least Kor could do after the blacksmith had let him stay at his house following the events at Helgen. Kor shook his head, clearing it of images of the massive jet-black dragon's eyes, locked with his own.
He pulled out a skinning knife, kneeling next to the elk. First he removed the antlers. They were valuable to certain alchemists and he might be able to fetch a good price for them. He then skinned and gutted the dead beast, keeping the hide as intact as possible for further use and depositing the entrails in a hole he had dug in the ground, which would hopefully serve to keep scavengers away.
His work finished, Kor examined the chunk of raw venison. He would cook it later. Looking at the deer, he crawled over to it, prepared to do the same thing. However, before the knife came to the creature, Kor heard leaves rustling behind him.
An arm snaked around his neck, clamping down on his throat and cutting off his supply of air. Kor reacted quickly, rolling forward and bringing his assailant with him. His attacker landed in front of him, and Kor scrambled back, trying to get a good look at who had just tried to kill him.
She was clad almost completely in black, from her body, to her hands, to her feet, excepting only her head. Her face was bone-white, bloodless, and ravenous flaming orange eyes stared at him. The most striking feature was her mouth, opened to expose long fangs. Kor knew immediately what she was.
The vampire raised its right arm and a gout of fire launched towards Kor. He leaped to the side, towards his bow, nimbly picking the weapon from the ground and drawing a few arrows from the quiver next to it. The vampire turned to follow his movements, but Kor jumped forward, tackling the creature. One of his arrows plunged into her heart, and she growled in pain, but aside from that, the arrow had no effect. She threw him off with one hand before rising to her feet and pulling the arrow from her chest. She smirked as the stared at the shaft before splitting it in half with two of her fingers. Kor drew back another arrow and fired it, but his target had moved out of the way. She growled in anger and charged at him, but he jumped to the side once again. He circled until he was next to the fire and drew back his last arrow. The vampire hissed, baring her fangs before running at him once more. He let loose his last arrow, and it buried itself in her right shoulder. The impact turned her body, and Kor stepped to the side, allowing the vampire's momentum to carry her forward. He dropped his bow and came around with his left hand, grabbing the back of the vampire's head. Simply guiding her with her own momentum, Kor smashed the monster's face into the hot coals of the fire. The flames burnt his hand, but he held her there as she howled, writhing about and trying to break free.
Eventually, she stopped moving, and Kor withdrew his searing hand, grimacing at the damage. It was blackened and the skin was a bit charred, but the vampire had protected from the worst of the flames. He let out a sigh of relief before looking again at the vampire. The corpse was disintegrating into dust, leaving only the clothing. Nodding to himself, he looked around. He was alone in the plains, but that could change very quickly. He stood up, retrieving his bow and his arrows, along with whatever essentials he needed. He needed to get back to Riverwood. Vampires were a threat not taken lightly. Before he left, he found a vial in his pack and gathered some of the dust as proof, just in case the guards thought he was drunk or mad. Pocketing the vial, he began the trek to Riverwood, leaving the camp as it was, fire roaring, a deer and the remains of an elk strewn across a piece of cloth, and a set of black robes covered in glowing dust...
EXPOSITION AND INTRO!!!
So... yeah. Hope you guys liked it. I'm not sure how long I'll keep this going, if I keep it going at all, but it was fun to write something new for a change. Good day!
