SKYRIM FANFICTION Pt.1 BY B.S
CHAPTER ONE
The guild of Companions had been established by Ysgramor a few hundred years ago and was home to many an honorable warrior from everywhere in Tamriel. They were big in fighting for those who couldn’t fight for themselves and those who were willing to pay them to do something for them within the law of course.
They also acted as extra guards for the city of Whiterun as long as the attacks weren’t political or had anything to do with the war.
That was why Farkus was outside the walls with the aid of his shield sister Aela and the young whelp warrior Rhea. He was fighting one of the giants that had been causing the local farmers difficulties in the area. He was finding that standing against the giant for the city they lived in because the guard had paid them to do so was proving tedious.
The guards were mostly good men but they didn’t want to get involved in a battle that they knew that they wouldn’t win.
He was holding his skyforge steel longsword two handed as he faced the giant and circled it. The giant was using his club trying to catch the warriors off guard. The Companions were the best warriors in Skyrim so they didn’t have a problem keeping their guard up against the giant.
That was when she came out of nowhere with her sword and she joined the fight against the giant. She swooped in with quick slashes to the back of its legs cutting deep furrows into its flesh. She twisted and turned quickly her sword swishing into the legs before she rolled away from the giant.
While the giant was turning towards her the Companions had their opening to strike against it, killing the giant.
Once the giant was dead on the ground the rest of the Companions headed back towards the gates of Whiterun and she was still standing there. None of the others seemed to notice her so Farkus walked over to her with a smile of greeting. She looked at him cautiously before sheathing her sword to meet him half way.
The woman was a dark elf with long auburn hair, red eyes, and the light blue tint to her skin, she had thin features. She had a skinny waist and was only a little shorter then him. She wore the leather armor that she had probably bought in Riverwood. He could tell that her sword was an elvish sword. She was also clearly a good swordsman.
“Hello. Thank you for your help back there. Despite the coolness of my shield siblings we appreciate the help.” He said with a smile.
“It was no trouble I was happy to help.” She said with a slight nod.
“I am Farkus one of the Companions.”
“I am Deino of Riften.” she said with a slight nod again at him.
Farkus smiled slightly at her and understood completely why she was so cautious of strangers, the people of Riften were plagued by a guild of thieves. She had every reason to believe that he might be willing to rob her of what goods she might have acquired during her travels across Skyrim. He decided to just be nice and then continue on his way back to Jarrvaskr.
“Well if you ever want to earn some gold or fight in an honorable guild come see the Companions. You can ask anyone in town and they’ll point you in the right direction.” He said “Hope you have a nice visit here.”
“Thank you.” She said quietly as he walked away from her.
Farkus looked back once he was back by the stables just outside the first gate to the city. He could see her talking to another dark elf man that worked at the meadry that sat outside the gates. Word was that the man running it no longer worked with Maven Blackbriar of Riften. He wondered briefly if she was speaking to him because she knew him or because she was on a business trip.
Farkus went back inside the gates and began walking slowly through the streets greeting the female smith that sat just inside the city’s gates. He and her husband were friends.
He continued walking taking the short way to his home in Jarrvaskr. The guild hall of the Companions had once been the ship that the founder of their guild had come to Skyrim on. They had turned the ship into the foundation of their hall when the men had decided to stay in the new land they had found. The location had been chosen because of the forge on the hill behind the great hall.
The Skyforge had been here for a very long time. Only the most talented smiths could put it to use effectively, which was why Earlhund Grey-Mane had become an honorary member of the Companions. He was the only smith in Whiterun that could use the great forge. The fire in the forge burned so hot that any metal could be forged in it and turned into the great armor of the day.
The Companions had long been here on this hill and they had always been honorable warriors.
They kept the guild from falling apart by using a hierarchy of statuses – the whelps, the Circle, and the Harbinger.
The whelps were merely the new warriors or the ones who had been in the guild awhile who weren’t good enough to be full members of the Circle yet. Some might be that good but most would not get the honor of standing among the Circle.
The Circle were the members of the guild that were the best warriors, they would be the ones to go on high priority missions. They were also the main source of income for the guild and the recruiters. They made the choices in the guild as of what to do or who to welcome into their ranks. They also had the most well kept secret in Skyrim.
The Harbinger was a member of the Circle just like the others. The difference was the one that was named Harbinger was the wisest of the group and the best warrior at least in one point of their lives. The Harbinger acted as the voice of reason in all the dealings of the group and was often the one to have final say in any votes. They did not lead over the group the wisdom was just highly respected.
The current members of the circle were: Farkus and Vilkas, the twins; Aela the huntress, Skorge, and Kodlak White-Mane. Kodlak was the current Harbinger.
Farkus had finally reached the doors of the guild hall when he turned to look behind him having felt someone watching him. He saw the dark elf woman standing by the great tree known as the Gildergreen. She had her hand placed lightly on the tree as if paying it respect through her touch, but her eyes were on him as he went inside.
Farkus wanted to say something to maybe call out to her from the door but he didn’t. The moment their eyes met he could have sworn that there was a glow to her eyes that was more than a trick of the light in her red eyes. It was almost feral to behold.
He went inside instead and joined his brother at the table where the others were drinking mead and ale while enjoying a well prepared venison steak. He sat by his brother with a slight smile that he sent his way briefly trying to place where he had seen that feral look before and at the moment failing to place it.
The way her eyes had glowed, the way she moved, and the way she had appeared as if from nowhere had him wondering where she had truly come from.
He felt a deep stirring in his gut then at the thought that he had seen all of those traits before and they had never worked out in the favor of the guild.
“Vampire.” He said surprising everyone at the table.
“What did you say Farkus?” Aela asked turning to look at him swiftly.
“That woman that helped us with the giant, I had wondered where I had seen such skill. She is a vampire.” He said sounding breathless at the thought.
He had invited her into their home.
Vampires didn’t like their kind very much and the feeling was mostly mutual. Vampires were parasites after all that fed off the living and more often than not killed their victims turning them into one of them. There were dens of vampires all over Skyrim that constantly needed dealing with by the guild.
He had wondered why she had become nervous at his approach to her outside the walls. She had known what he was the moment she had caught his scent on the wind, which would be why he didn’t catch her scent. The wind had been on her side. Had he caught the scent she would be dead now and not in the city.
The members of the Circle quickly stood to leave and begin the search for the woman who had been roaming the streets. She would surely become dangerous should she be allowed to stay within the walls of the city.
They gathered around the Gildergreen briefly and discretely before getting wind of her scent there. It was almost as if she had wanted them to pick up her scent on the tree. She would’ve known that they would come hunting for her.
Farkus having seen the woman longer than the others quickly described her and they set out hoping to find her. There were only two other dark elf women in the city. One was the Jarl’s personal body guard, and the other a known mercenary so everyone would notice a new dark elf in town.
They each tried following her scent but the longer they followed the more they believed she was playing with them. The scent led in circles, through shops, and at one point around then over a house. The scent seemed to linger at the empty house just beside the female smiths shop and it eventually drew the Circle to it. Every trail ended here.
The house was called Breezen Home and the house had been empty for nearly a year since the passing of the houses last resident. There would be no one inside that could forbid the vampire entry to the house. They looked at each other then tried the knob to enter the house it was still securely closed with need of a key to enter the house.
Feeling a little like they had followed a wild goose chase they decided to question the stall owners see if any of them would have seen her and to see if the smith had seen her enter.
They started with the smith.
“Good afternoon Companions what can I do for you today?” she asked smiling pleasantly enough.
“We need to ask you about the house next to your store, has anyone entered it today at any time?” Skorge asked getting straight to the point.
“No I haven’t seen anyone enter but you’re not the first to ask about the house.” She said putting her fists on her hips.
“Who may I ask was the first?” Vilkas asked leaning forward.
“A female dark elf. She said she knew the owner of the house that he was a good friend of her’s at one point.”
“Do you know where the woman went after asking about the house?”
“Yes actually. She said she had business to the west of the city. Something about a fort of bandits and a headless rider?”
The Companions looked to each other than seeming surprised. Not many would chase a ghost, but then again a vampire would not be afraid of a ghost.
They thought about following the vampire out to wherever it was she was heading, she could prove to be dangerous to the innocents that called Skyrim their home. The woman would be a force to fear should she return they were sure of it. They couldn’t figure out why she had come to the city in the first place.
There had been no attacks the only answer was that she had come solely seeking the dead owner of Breezen Home. They wondered about the man that had once called that house home, why would he be associated with vampires?
“We at least have to be sure that the woman is gone from this territory.” Aela said “I say we hunt her down.”
“Should we not talk to Kodlak first ask his council on this matter?” Vilkas asked, ever the voice of reason among them.
“There is no time. We will only chase her to the edge of the territory and then we shall return here to inform the guards not to let her return without first informing us.”
“Fine but I am against this. We should tell Kodlak.”
“You cannot let this woman turn you into a whelp again Vilkas be a man.”
The Companions looked at each other then turned to leave the city through the gates. They did not know that watching them was another group that had followed the vampire woman Deino to the city. They didn’t pay any mind to them as they left the city followed by leather clad shadows.

CHAPTER TWO
The Companions arrived at the fort that had once been home to a gang of bloodthirsty bandits that had long ago taken it over. They had no trouble entering the fort due to the bandits being dead upon their arrival and left in the open to feed the wild animals. Upon the examinations of the bodies they found out that they were all bloodless.
They knew that the woman had been here and that she had slaughtered them mercilessly. Granted the Companions didn’t count these vile creatures as much of a loss to mankind, they after all did kill innocents. They went inside the fort and were stopped at the entrance to the fort the wall had words scrawled in blood across it.

‘Death comes to those who exact it against the innocent. May the murderers and rapists who once lived here burn in the worst plains of Oblivion’
“It would seem that these men have been dealt with. Maybe we should just let her go.” Farkus said hoping that would be wise.
“Don’t go soft on this woman now Farkus she could still be a killer. She merely fed here and she could have left this here to throw off suspicion against her.” Aela said with a hard edge to her voice.
“This is not a hunt Aela this is simply a woman traveling Skyrim. We have no proof of a crime here.” Vilkas said with an equal hardness to his own voice.
They didn’t want to get into an argument over the woman and they were about to leave it when a voice called to them.
“If it is me you seek then why do you not simply call to me.” She yelled to them “Names after all hold power. Isn’t that right Farkus?”
They all turned to look to the top of the stairs leading further into the fort where the chief would usually be staying. She stood her head raised in a regal look as she stared down at them from her superior height.
She slowly began to walk down the stairs to join them on the first floor as they spread out drawing their weapons to face her. She simply smiled at them as she walked past the Companions her head tilted as she moved around the room to stare at the words she had scrawled in blood. Deino smiled slightly her eyes turning red as glared at the closest bandit.
“You call me a killer? Really? You who are cursed by the beast blood.” She asked eyes going to each in turn. “And I am the monster that you come to slay. Really you are all quite ridiculous to think that when you do something it is for honor but when one of my kind, do it is from blood lust.”
The group of Companions shifted guiltily as she spoke and they even averted their eyes when she tried to make eye contact. They didn’t want to admit that they had called her a monster solely because she was a vampire.
Finally Vilkas lowered his weapon and turned to look at the woman his eyes locked on with her’s.
“So who are you and why are you here?” Vilkas asked stepping forward.
“I am Deino which means Terrible by the by. I am simply here to finish what was started here by these monsters. I’ve no intentions of staying in the area and wish to continue on my own quest.” She said with a bow.
The Companions shifted before turning to look at the woman as they heard the sounds of someone entering the main gate of the fort. They noticed the look on the woman’s face and she suddenly was at the main door barring the only entrance inside the fort. She made sure to secure it tightly before she turned to face them as they prepared to attack.
“Listen to me the men outside this door are going to be coming in here. They are merely here for me, if you just stand back and leave them to me you will be left unharmed. Do not interfere with it.”
“Who are they?”
“You’d call them vampire hunters they followed me all the way from Morrowind.”
She turned away from them before they could speak and she walked to the closest body and she tore her nails across the body’s throat cupping blood in her palm. She then started walking through the hall down towards the dungeon leaving a bloody trail behind her.
The Companions didn’t move until Farkus started walking behind her down the hall. His brother followed quickly behind him intending to stop him.
“Farkus what are you doing?” he demanded.
“They found her because we followed her here.” Farkus replied with a slight look at him out of the corner of his eye.
Vilkas stopped in his tracks realizing that his brother might be right about how the hunters had found the woman. She had truly had no intentions of hurting an innocent and because they had decided to hunt her she had been found. THEY had been the ones to almost hurt an innocent. They needed to make the wrong they had wrought right again.
“Deino! We stay to fight with you what would you have us do?” Vilkas yelled to her when she stopped to look at them.
She nodded then she smiled at him “Simply do what you do best warrior. Just be sure to lead them down here so I can be sure to finish their leader.”
“Of course.”
The four started moving stuff around the room blocking the other passages to the rest of the fort leaving only the dungeon as the direction to take. The twins didn’t want to use their beast blood to fight but they could not deny that the sight of a beast would bring the vampire hunters up short. They would expect humans or fellow vampires, but they would not expect a small pack of werewolves to be in the fort ready to hunt.
Besides the blood called to them urging them to hunt, one hunt had already been interrupted by the finding of an innocent. They could stand a whole new one and this seemed as good as any.
They went through the hall extinguishing the torches and then throwing buckets of water on the braziers in the corners. The Circle then went through the hall till they reached the main area, the torture chamber filled with the bloody corpses of the once owners.
She simply stood facing the door as they entered she smiled at them as they walked by her to await her command. She pointed them to the nearby alcove that was shrouded in complete darkness where they would be able to hide and wait for the fight. Farkus admitted to himself that it felt dishonest to hide and wait for the enemy instead of face them head on.
“It won’t be long I promise you that. Thank you all for standing with me.” Deino said, bowing.
They did not have to wait long till the sounds of men beating upon the door for entrance to the fort. They clearly were putting the previous wooden barricades to use against the doors in their attempts to enter.
The werewolves didn’t wait for them to enter they simply allowed the beast blood to overtake them and change them. They changed to the large brutes of warriors that many in Skyrim feared more than the Daedra. They unlike the Daedra walked the land of Nirn in a physical form which was something the Daedra now lacked since the Oblivion Crisis.
The werewolves of Skyrim stood eight feet tall but hunched down in a semi- crouch ready to spring against the prey they were ready to hunt. The fur was course and dark helping them to blend in with the cloak of darkness from which they hunted.