Back To Where It All Began
Stormcloak Field Camp, Whiterun Hold
Her long years in Cyrodiil had hardened both Ysmira's heart and her resolve, so when her lover sought to use her as a means to secure his own rise to power, Ysmira decided it was time to return to the Vampire who made her...
Many caves dotted the plains of Whiterun Hold, but Ysmira found her way back to Brokenfang Cave with hardly an upward glance, memories of her first months as a fledgling vampire occupying her mind as she made the journey.
The one who turned her was a nord--a once-fearsome warrior called Harrik the Red as much for his ginger hair as for the rivers of blood that ran through the streets of every village he and his band of raiders sacked in the days of King Olaf One-Eye. He was old--older than her Volkihar lover and older even than half of Lord Harkon's Court, but that mattered little to the purebloods.
Harrik could not claim to have received the dark gift from Molag Bal himself, nor even one of the vampires descended from one who had. Like most of the lesser vampires of Skyrim, he had simply contracted the disease from a bite when a whore he'd taken a fancy to turned out to be a vampire.
In the centuries that followed, Harrik infected many others, including most of the men who had raided with him when he was still mortal. Many of them had been part of the Brokenfang Coven when Ysmira herself was turned after Harrik took her from her family's village South of Rorikstead.
She had been so afraid back then and rightly so, as vampires were hardly known for their mercy, and Harrik even less so. Whether it was her beauty, or simply the fight she put up when she was given to the Coven as cattle, Harrik had taken a liking to her from the start and Ysmira remained with him for decades as both his lover and his progeny until the sly, charming Volkihar Lord, Vimmar Iceblood had captured her fancy, luring her away with the promise of life in a Castle full of ancient and powerful vampires.
What Ysmira found when she returned to the cave in which she was made a vampire was a pale shadow of the Coven she had once belonged to...
As they fed together on the bandits, Master and Progeny became drunk on blood and as it had so often happened in the past, their carnal desires proved too strong for either vampire to resist...
Ysmira was no longer the shy and subservient vampire he remembered and Harrik having missed her so dearly decided to let her have her fun.
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