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"Why don't you give your desires a chance instead of the other nonsense going on in your head? All in all, mortal virtues amount to nothing; they're just empty words that won't mean anything anymore when you're a cold corpse rotting away. Just come with me and let me give you what you want."

Outside, Feran's eyes were dark, unnaturally so, pitch black. The light that ignited them in the house here couldn't be seen.

"Just give up, Elneri." Feran shook his head. "It is only you who is hurting, with these silly scruples."

"Feran." This word escaped her before she could even stop.

"Go on." An amused smile curled his half-lips, widening the crease between them. Underneath, his canines protruded slightly, as a sharp reminder of what would happen.

"If I were to accept your proposal..." Elneri bit her lip, fidgeting with her fingers over her lap. She couldn't even look at Feran, but she had to gather her courage and go on.

"Will it still be my life?" she said at last as she took his hand.

"No." Feran squeezed it in an iron vice. "It will be mine, just like your body and soul; you'll be mine in everything. So it will be for as long as you're alive, which, needless to say, will be for a very long time."

Those words fit perfectly with Elneri's vague idea of her situation. She had nothing left, not even her life.

"This isn’t what I want."

"You're right. That's what I want. My will, from now on, will be all that matters." Feran pulled Elneri closer, crushing her in his grip. He kissed her on the forehead, parting her fringe: a chaste kiss, sealing a wicked pact. "Freedom, choices, I'll strip you of any of these. You won't have such burdens anymore."

Elneri shut her eyes. She knew she was supposed to refuse, but...

What was so bad about any of this? Nothing.

"You won the hunt," she finally said. "I'll come with you."

~~

Elneri, confronted with Feran's proposal of turning her into a vampire, ran away from him.
Back in the streets of Windhelm, she was set to get back to the Grey Quarter, unaware that he didn't have any intention of letting her go...

~~

Elneri belongs to me.
Feran belongs to Bethesda.

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"Why don't you give your desires a chance instead of the other nonsense going on in your head? All in all, mortal virtues amount to nothing; they're just empty words that won't mean anything anymore when you're a cold corpse rotting away. Just come with me and let me give you what you want."

Outside, Feran's eyes were dark, unnaturally so, pitch black. The light that ignited them in the house here couldn't be seen.

"Just give up, Elneri." Feran shook his head. "It is only you who is hurting, with these silly scruples."

"Feran." This word escaped her before she could even stop.

"Go on." An amused smile curled his half-lips, widening the crease between them. Underneath, his canines protruded slightly, as a sharp reminder of what would happen.

"If I were to accept your proposal..." Elneri bit her lip, fidgeting with her fingers over her lap. She couldn't even look at Feran, but she had to gather her courage and go on.

"Will it still be my life?" she said at last as she took his hand.

"No." Feran squeezed it in an iron vice. "It will be mine, just like your body and soul; you'll be mine in everything. So it will be for as long as you're alive, which, needless to say, will be for a very long time."

Those words fit perfectly with Elneri's vague idea of her situation. She had nothing left, not even her life.

"This isn’t what I want."

"You're right. That's what I want. My will, from now on, will be all that matters." Feran pulled Elneri closer, crushing her in his grip. He kissed her on the forehead, parting her fringe: a chaste kiss, sealing a wicked pact. "Freedom, choices, I'll strip you of any of these. You won't have such burdens anymore."

Elneri shut her eyes. She knew she was supposed to refuse, but...

What was so bad about any of this? Nothing.

"You won the hunt," she finally said. "I'll come with you."

~~

Elneri, confronted with Feran's proposal of turning her into a vampire, ran away from him.
Back in the streets of Windhelm, she was set to get back to the Grey Quarter, unaware that he didn't have any intention of letting her go...

~~

Elneri belongs to me.
Feran belongs to Bethesda.