The Blood Countess

The weather wasn't too bad tonight around Northwatch keep. The sky was clear of clouds, for once in months. The star spangled night sky could be seen. Tonight the sky glowed with the streaming turquoise and blue of the northern lights. With the sky clear, now there was nothing to keep. The bitter freezing temperature of the upper atmosphere. From settling down on the fort. The elven armor offered little, for protection against the cold. The thalmor soldier standing watch on top of the fort, tried hard to tough it out. His teeth began to chatter as the cold started to set in. He glanced around at the other soldiers, who were all. At their posts, probably feeling the same way. How could these nords stand living in this frigid land, he thought. As he starred back out, towards the mysterious castle off the coast. He heard stories of the place, some say. It was inhabited by ghosts, others says dragur, some say vampires. Vampires ha, he thought in all his years. He never seen a vampire, werewolf, or dragur. He just brushed it off as fables told by these nords. The castle was probably abandoned. After all he never seen anyone come or go from the place. But the castle did look impressive even from this distance. Several times he thought of gathering up men, and go check it out. Maybe it could be a stronghold for the thalmor. A better choice than this, wretched piece of rubble. He thought as his mind wandered on.

His attention was suddenly drawn to a boat, landing at the small pier. On the beach, three figures exited the boat. From this distance he couldn't make out their features. The trio started moving towards the fort. As they got closer, he saw they were human females. Two dressed in some sort of black heavy armor, one in a similar outfit. Except it was black leather light armor. The one in the middle, had long red hair. She was armed with a skyforge sword, and crossbow on her back. There was no mistaking. The unique design of skyforge weapons. Compared to their common steel counterparts. The one to the left of the red head, a bruentte carried a steel sword on her back and. A war axe on her hip, the one on the right. Carried an elven dagger, the elf brought his elven bow. As the three stopped at the wall, other than their unique armor. They looked like normal humans. Although each was very easy on the eyes, and their skin seemed. Slightly paler than most humans.

"This is thalmor property you're trespassing on." He said in a commanding tone.

"Oh we know." The red head said. Looking closer at the woman, he suddenly recognized her. Arya, the one called Dragonborn, she was also wanted for crimes against the thalmor.

"You, Arya I believe. You're a wanted woman." He said. Arya smiled, when her enemy called her out.

"Come turn yourself in now!" He said, her smile went completely evil. As she bared a pair of fangs, her green eyes suddenly turning blood red.

"Very well." She said, then with speed faster than he could react to. She leaped up the wall, landing an upper cut. That launched him up a few feet, landing on his back. On the stone roof of the fort. Hearing the ringing of a sword, being drawn. He opened his eyes to find Arya standing over him with her sword drawn. That same sinister smile on her face, he eyes red with bloodlust. The elf rolled up onto his feet, drawing his elven sword. Barely blocking as she attacked.

Down on the ground Fura Bloodmouth had her sword and axe drawn. Standing her ground at the as two elven soldiers advanced. Serana had jumped over the onto the wall. Firing off ice spikes with rapid accuracy. As arrows whipped by her head. One elf fell dead with ice spikes stuck in his chest. An elf loaded her bow, taking aim at Serana. Who quickly spun out of the arrow's path. Then leaped to the right, off the roof the stables. Then landed behind the soldier, quickly driving her dagger through the elf's brain stem. Arya moved around her opponent with the speed and grace of a cat. Blocking and side stepping every attack. He heard about her skill with a sword, bit now he can see those tales were fact. He was starting to tire, as she seem to never break a sweat. Arya of course was slowing her moves on purpose, toying with the elf. She could out manuver with ease, thanks to her enhanced reflexes. Arya decided to end the duel, by quickly ripping the sword from his grip. Then slicing his leg off at the thigh. An arm flung into the air, as Fura chopped it off with her axe. The next elf attacked to Fura's left, which she blocked with the axe. Countering with her sword, slicing through the elf's elbow. Fura quickly rolled over the back of the wounded elf. Landing a kick to the face of another elf. Turning and lopping off the head of the previous elf. The elf recovered from the kick, as Fura swept his feet out from under him. Advancing on the next elf, who attacked with his sword over his head. Fura smiled at his obvious mistake. Quickly she sliced in between the armor plates with her axe. Cutting open his stomach, blood pouring out from under the breastplate. The only thing holding his guts in, as Fura then drives her axe through his helmet. Her vampire strength breaks through the elven helmet, like a knife cutting tin. Fura grins wildly as she watches blood spill down his dead face. She pulled her axe out and turns to the last living elf, who was getting to his feet. The fire of battle leaves his eyes, as Fura looks at him. Fangs bared in a wild, evil smile, her eyes looked totally insane. A low growl comes from her, then a vicious snarl. As she lundges at him, grabbing his breastplate and pulling him to her. Bitting into the flesh of his neck. She not only bit him, she ripped out his throat. He gurgled and groaned loud, as she drank down the torrent of blood gushing out. Covering her mouth, cheeks, chin with blood. Blood ran down her chest, and down into her cleavage. She wasn't called Fura Bloodmouth for nothing, as the last of his life, was drank down. Fura simply dropped the lifeless corpse, and went to join her comrades.

Serana had just dispatched another elf as four more, exited the fort. Arya jumped down, landing next to Serana. Fura walked in through the gate way. Swords clashed, fire and ice spells filled the grounds of the fort. A shout blasted a group of elves into frozen corpses. Another baked elves to a crisp. Arya took on several elves, parrying their moves, slicing and cutting as they each attacked. Elf blood painted the snow red, as Arya ducked under a sword, slicing open an elf's gut. Chopping one's leg, while severing the head of another. Serana stayed out of range of the fire spells, as she fired blasts of frost. At one elf, then another and another, freezing them instantly. When she ran out of magicka, she pulled her dagger. Slicing open an elf's throat, landing a combination of punches to another, finishing him off with a dagger through the chin. She blocks an axe attack with her hand, while her daggers slashes the elf's face. Dodges a sword, counters by knee kicking him in the ribs, pinning the elf to wall, and ripping his throat out with her hand. When Serana's power returns, she forms an ice spike in her hand, and drives it through a female elf's face. Fura quickly spins away from an axe attack, blocks the next with her own. Pulls the elf in closes and head butts him in the nose. Breaking it, then runs her sword through his chest. Fura quickly dodges an arrow, and throws her axe into a female elf's head. Fura pulls a dagger from her boot, as she blocks a sword with her own. Then stabs the dagger in the elf's ear, the blade comes out the other side, blood gushing over the steel. The last of the wave of elves fall, as Arya finishes enemy. Catching his sword attack with her free hand, then stabbing her sword through his next. Serana blocks a sword attack, twisting his arm until it snaps, then she quickly grabs his head with both hands and breaks his neck. Fura kicks an elf to her knees, pulls her axe from the previous elf's head. Then splits the wounded elf's head in half, and kicks the body away. The trio move on into the fort.

inside they see a female elf, unaware of their presence until. Arya fires a crossbow bolt into her knee

"Try to keep some alive, we'll need thralls." Arya orders. As a thalmor mage steps into view, looking at the three. Trespassers with raging hatred, the female mage. Charges up a shock spell, but before she can fire it. Serana quickly casts a paralysis spell, dropping the elf in her tracks. Continuing on down a hallway, then down some stairs. An elf fires an arrow, that hits Arya in area of her chest not covered. Arya growls low from the pain, but shakes it off. She suddenly bursts into a cloud of bats, swoops down the stairs. Around the thalmor soldier, who yells out. As he's lifted off the ground, while the swarm of bats forms back into Arya. Who drops his body onto a sharp piece of timber, sticking out from a pile of rubble. Impaling him onto the log, Arya looks down at the wound. Which wasn't bleeding very much, but there was an odvious hole in her boob.

"I knew you were kinky, but damn." Serana joked, Arya smiled a little.

"Come on, we're not done yet." Arya said. Serana and Fura walked down the stairs, Fura gave a curious look at Arya's wound as she passed her. In the next room, Fura leaped quietly around an unsuspecting elf soldier, and kicked in the side of his knee, dropping to the floor. Then she knocked him out with a punch to the head. Arya quietly sneaked up behind a female elf, and hit her behind the head. With side of her hand, knocking her out cold. The next one, Serana ran up to and punched him out.

They moved on to a bigger room with an upper level, and a wood door on lower level. Suddenly the door opened, as another female mage stepped out. As she saw the three vampires standing in the room. Serana quickly fired a massive shock spell at her. Three soldiers relaxing on the upper level, were alerted to the screams of the mage. Fura leaped up to the second floor, as Serana held the shock spell. Arya stood at the bottom of the stairs, as a soldier ran down. With her sword drawn, Arya quickly kicked the sword out her hand, then grabbed the elf by her breastplate and slammed her into the wall. On the second floor, Fura blocked the elf's sword, grabbed his breastplate, head butted him. Then landed a kick to his side, that caved in the armor plating, sending the elf crashing into the wall. And falling, behind Serana as she drained the mage's stamina and magicka. With her shock spell, when the mage was weak enough. Serana walked up to her and kicked her in the face. Knocking het out, Serana Arya and Fura left the unconscious elves. As they continued on to, a hallway that led into a torture chamber. As they entered the chamber, as fireball hit like a bomb. Blasting both Serana and Fura back into the wall. Leaving both women laying on the ground, smoke coming off places. The flames had charred, Arya looked at the master sorcerer, in thalmor mage robes. No hood to cover his long white hair, or the scars from heavy use of magic and battles. He powered up another fireball, and fired it at Arya. Arya blasted her unrelenting force shout, canceling out the spell. And blasting the sorcerer back into a wall

"Haha, the legendary dragonborn. How quaint to finally meet you in person." He said with proud vanity, happy for the challenge. "Come to turn yourself in. I shall throughly enjoy your company."

"Doubt it." Arya growled, vengeance for her wounded comrades pain overwhelming her voice. A single female thalmor soldier, came out from around the corner. As Arya sheathed her sword, and began breathing heavily. Growling from pain, as her bones moved under her skin. Her muscles tearing, the pain causing her to double over. Her bones broken, healed and broke some more, her skin turning red then black. Her muscles stretching, tearing, suddenly her form, and armor burst in a. Misty of blood as her bones and muscles reformed in the vampire lord. The sorcerer and his soldier, looked on ar her new shape. Her armor was gone, leaving her completely naked. Her skin was the same color and softness, but her muscles her bigger. Her body was still amazingly attractive, maybe even more so. As every womanly curve and bump was enhanced and more defined hard muscle. The other more odvious differences is, the smooth skin of legs and arms morphed into. The thick, hard, black spikes and scales of a dragon. From her knees and elbows, all the way to her hands and feet. Her intimidating looking hands, had even more intimidating black talons on each finger. The heel of her feet, came up 6 inches off the floor. Like she was wearing heels, but there were no heels. On her back were the spiky, scaly wings of a dragon, Connected to the spikes of a dragon's back, only smaller. That went all the way down the center of her back. Coming out from her hair, were black dragon horns, that seem to form a crown shape. Her eyes were even different, the whites of her eyes were black as tar. Her iris's were a golden color, her pupils were reptilian like slits. Her teeth and fangs were longer and sharper, her beauty not only unharmed, but strangely improved.

"By the eight." The soldier said, as she fired an arrow. Hitting Arya in the chest, Arya didn't even flinch from the arrow. She fired another, hitting Arya in the ribs. There was blood, but not as much as there should be. The arrows also seemed to have stopped, like they had hit something solid beneath the skin. Arya pulled each arrow out, tossing them aside. As she watched as her wounds quickly close up with a blemish. The soldier drew her sword, and charged. Stabbing Arya in the gut, the blade went into the flesh and stopped. Arya couldn't help but chuckle at the elf's efforts. Pulling the sword out, from the bleeding wound that quickly healed. The elf slashed opened Arya's chest. Revealing more scales, inches beneath the flesh of her tits. The scales seem to shape the roundness and fullness of her breasts. Arya laughed lightly as the wound healed, covering the blade, scaly mounds with soft, pale skin.

"What in the name of oblivion are you?!" The elf said, stepping back her sword shaking in her hand.

"I'm the Dragonborn." Arya said, as she caught the soldier by the neck, with her vampiric grip. The elf choked as her body hovered off the floor. Arya tossed the soldier aside like a toy, ducking down. As the sorcerer fired a fireball, that exploded behind her. Arya quickly stood up, and gripped the sorcerer with the same power. Holding her hand out as she brought the elf sorcerer to her.

"I hate the thalmor. I really fucking hate thalmor. I shall throughly enjoy your comrades' company. But you, your filth disgust me." Arya growled, releasing her grip and shouting unrelenting force. She sent him crashing into the wall. Yelling out as his shoulder broke on impact. He struggled to his feet, as Arya stood over him. As he stood up, he looked into the black, yellow, Dragonborn eyes. In one quick motion, Arya buried her talons in his gut and. Started lifting him up, his weight pulling him further on her claws. He groaned loudly, as he coughed up blood. Arya forced her claws in deeper, blood running down her arm. She brought the dying sorcerer closer, putting her other hand on his head. Tilting his head to the side, she violently bit into his neck. Nawing into his flesh, blood gushing into her mouth and down. Her chin, neck and chest. Arya kept bitting and nawing through the muscle, ripping out chunks and swallowing them. When she finished, she ripped her claws out, pulling out some entrails along the way. Dropping the dead thalmor sorcerer to the floor, his head nearly completely severed. Arya looked back at Serana and Fura, who were still. Suffering from their burns, returning to her natural form. As she ran to her comrades, sitting down next to Serana.

"Serana! Serana are you alright?" Arya said, cradling Serana's head in her lap. Fura got up to her and knees, reaching for the unconscious elf soldier. Grabbing the elf's hair, and dragging her over. Fura bit the elf's neck, ad Arya tended to Serana. Arya moved the cuff of hrt chainmail sleeve back, using her own teeth. Arya cut a hole in her wrist, held it over Serana's mouth, letting her blood drip. Into Serana's mouth, tasting that distinctive flavor of dragon blood on her tongue. Serana slowly opened her eyes, grabbed Arya's wrist and pulled it to her lips. Serana moaned at the taste, and the feeling of her strength returning, and her body healing. Serana was drinking quite a bit, making Arya feel a bit light headed.

"Serana that's enough." Arya said, calmly gently pulling her arm away

"Dragon blood has a strange effect on me." Serana said. Arya smiled softly.

"Fura are you okay?" Arya said, looking over at her general who was feeding on the elf.

"Never been better." Fura moaned as she finished her feeding.

"Hey you ever plan on releasing me?" Said a man's voice with a thick nord accent. Arya helped Serana to her feet. Then went around the corner to, find a nord. With long blonde hair, shackled to the wall. Wearing only a pair moth eaten, rag trousers. His muscular body looked like it had been tortured. Arya stepped up the shackled man, grabbed the chains. She broke the chains with one, good hard pull. The man rubbed his wrists, worn raw by the shackles. Serana had Fura stood to the side. Watching, both ready in case he tried anything.

"I suppose you'll drink me dry next, vampire?" He said, bringing up his fists, "I may not be armed, but I will go down fighting."

"That can be arranged." Fura said.

"No we're not here to kill you. We're vampires yes, but not all vampires are the same." Arya said. The nord looked at the women, each one had evidence of blood on their mouths. The red head and the taller bruentte both looked, like they went on a frenzy.

"What's the purpose of raiding this fort then?" He said, "did my brother or mother hire you?!" He said, his voice beginning to raise.

"What?" Serana said.

"Surely you know my family's name? Graymane." He said.

"Wait is your father Urlind Graymane?" Arya said.

"Yes." He said.

"I'm friends with your father, I'm the harbinger of the companions." Arya said.

"Aww I see. Well if anyone can best the thalmor, the companions can." He said, "my name is Alvistein Graymane." He said.

"Well Alvistein. Let's get you home." Arya said.

"No I can't go home, not yet. The thalmor will surely cone looking for me. I don't want to endanger my mother and father. I will fall in with the ranks of the stormcloaks." He said, "if I know my brother, he'll do the same."

"Alright. But first are there any more prisoners here?" Arya said.

"Yes there's a cell block around the corner. You plan to free them as well?" He said.

"Yes." Arya said.

"They will need a safe escort back home. I'll gladly take up the task." Alvistein said, bravely.

Arya and the rest went on to freeing the prisoners. Leading them outside, many of the survivors. Were thanking the gods and their vampire saviors

"If you don't mind. I would like to stay with you. I can be of great use to you." A breton girl said, who bore many forsworn tattoos on her body and face.

"How so?" Serana asked.

"I'm a forsworn, know how to fight and I know quite a bit of magic." The breton said.

"A forsworn? You'll make a good scout." Arya said.

"Yes I know much about scouting." The breton said, "my name is Lililas Raven-Hawk."

"Lililas I'm Arya Blood Countess, welcome. Now you just have to be sworn into the court." Arya said.

"Milady what shall we do with the surviving elves?" Fura said.

"We'll take them back to castle, and teach them the error of their ways." Arya said, "we should head back to the castle, the sun will rising soon. Load the prisoners in the moat."

Arya waved Alvistein and the other survivors off, as the boat started heading back. Across the jetty, loaded with Arya, her comrades, prisoners, and new friend. The boat disappeared from view, as it entered a thick fog. As they headed back home, for the day.