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== What This Is About ==
This is part one of my four-part series: ''The Vampire Chronicles''. Part one starts at the time of the Oblivion crisis and introduces the depressed Samuel Floyd, a Breton beggar who takes up a stranger's offer and gets more than he bargained for. . . . .
Part two, ''Vengeance'', continues Samuel's story.
Note: This is in the making
The last name Floyd ''does'' come from Pink Floyd in a way, however, like the band's name the Floyd in fact comes from Floyd Anderson. Pink Council+Floyd Anderson=Pink Floyd. Anyway, that's beside the point. Enjoy!!!
''UESPWiki Version: 2009''
''Original Version: 2007''
== Chapter One: A Stranger ==
Samuel Floyd had just finished his daily walk through the streets of Cheydinhal. He had stopped ten people at least and only gotten 5 gold. At least he could eat for the day. Or at least he hoped he could. He had just begun to lie down when he heard Ulrich Leland coming his way. While Aldos Othran, a good friend of Samuel, was believed to be suffering the most of anyone else, it was in fact Samuel, as Aldos would agree.
"Well, well, well," Ulrich said in a menacing voice, "Look who it is. The lowest of the low. So unwanted, that no one would even care if you were found mutilated on the street. You know that's true. You know that nobody cares about you. You're just in the way, beggar! The divines won't even answer your prayers, because they hate you too! Nobody wants you! Not even the other beggars! Why don't you just end it?"
Samuel knew this was true. No one had ever done anything nice for him. His own father had abandoned him and his mother when Samuel was just a child. His mother was the only one who had ever cared about him and she had been stabbed to death during a robbery years ago. Now Samuel had no one. As for Ulrich's last statement, Samuel had an answer for that. And he wanted Ulrich to know it and, just as always, he couldn't keep his mouth shut.
"I would end this horrible existence if I had something to do it with!" he yelled.
"Well, perhaps I can help with that!" Ulrich roared, taking out his Silver Claymore.
Samuel now regretted ever saying anything, wishing he had kept his mouth shut. He begged Ulrich for his life but the cruel guard captain wouldn't listen. He brought up the Claymore, yelled "DIE!!!!", and as the Claymore came down, Samuel closed his eyes tightly. . . . . .
Just then, a stranger clad in dark black clothes pulled out a sword and gracefully killed, or knocked out, Ulrich Leland. The stranger then walked up to Samuel and said something to him. Samuel was so shocked by all that had happened, he failed to acknowledge the presence of the figure. After repeating what he said five times, Samuel finally realized that his savior was a Breton and that he was saying, "Are you, alright? Speak to me, please!" Finally Samuel was able to answer the strangers question.
"Ye- ye- yes. I'm okay." Samuel managed to say. Realizing he was not in good shape, the stranger picked up Samuel and wistfully carried him to a building. It seemed that the stranger had to put little to no effort into carrying the full-grown man. But Samuel had little time to ponder this as he soon fell asleep. . . .
== Chapter Two: A Proposition ==
When Samuel finally came to he found himself in a typical looking ornate Cheydinal home. As he looked around he saw nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing. There were two cupboards to the left of him facing diagonally. As he looked down he realized that he had been layed on the house's dining room table. "How did I get here?" Samuel thought to himself, "And why does my head hurt so much". He then clutched his head. It wasn't a headache. It was from when he had tripped and hit his had and started bleeding a while go. He had bandages over his had which he knew had not been wrapped on by him.
"Feeling better?" said a melodic voice from behind him. He thrust his body around to see who had said that.
"Who the hell are you?" he said, facing a stiff yet relaxed figure. The man was covered in clothes and stood in the shadows adjacent from the doorway.
"No, no, no. The question is who are you?" he replied calmly, pong a pale, bony finge a Samuel.
"Samuel. Samuel Floyd. Used to be a priest. When I was young. But now I'm a beggar and I go out of my just to prove those fools at the Chapel wrong. The Nine don't exist." Samuel finished flatly.
"Good. Now as for who I am. My name is Philip Leland. I'm Ulrich's brother. Used to be a guard in Daggerfall along with him but then he went all funny when he got the opportunity to come here. So I followed him, leaving my well-paying career and my home behind."
"Where am I?" inquired a dazed Samuel.
"Well this is called The Abandoned House by the locals whom would dare speak of it. This place houses some dark secrets." he said looking over towards the basement door.
"Why am I here?" continued Samuel.
"You don't remember?" replied Philip. Samuel shook his head slightly. Philip sighed and then answered, "Ulrich wanted to kill you. You were dying anyway. Blood loss. So I killed my brother and saved you, an innocent. I killed two birds with one stone, in other words."
"Well, then. I should probably get going. I feel much better and -" Philip chuckled darkly, "What?!" yelled Samuel.
"Whoa, down boy, down! Never mind that. I have a . . . . proposition for you." he said slowly.
"What kind of proposition?" asked Samuel, suspicious of the man's motives.
"An irresistible one." Philip said persuasively.
"Hmm. Sounds interesting enough. Please, continue."
"Very good. Now there are those within Tamriel who are neither living nor dead. They live amongst you. Charming your weak minds. Using their . . . skills to stay alive and meet their rather special needs. Humans fear these people, whom are not actually 'people' in the common term. They come not from the trickery of Lorkhan. They come from the Daedric Prince Molag Bal's rape of a mortal woman, long ago. They are immortal as a result. Do you know of what I speak of?" Samuel shook his head, his staring gaze not leaving Philip's direction. Philip leaned out from the shadows, "I speak of Vampires."
Samuel swallowed hard, "And what about Vampires. What does this have to do with you proposition?" Samuel questioned chokingly.
"Don't you see? I am inviting you to join our ranks. The ranks of the immortal." Philip said, his tone just as melodic and persuasive as ever.
"''Your'' ranks? Does that mean -" he broke off, horror in his eyes.
"I am Vampire. So, let's wrap this up. Do you accept?"
Samuel paused, and finally reluctantly answered, "No. I'm sorry." He then began walk out the door.
"Well, that is disapointig. But I'll give you time. You'll come around eventually. But don't think I'm going to let you go back to begging. You're going to stay here until you can afford a home of your own. And I'm going to get you a job with a good friend. That is my new proposition. Only this time you ''have to'' accept." In flash, he in front of the door, blocking the way. Samuel nodded and layed back down on the table.
"Now, sleep."
== Chapter Three: A Job ==
Samuel awoke at about 4:00 in the morning, only to find Philip Leland again sitting in the same chair. He had one leg across the other, and had his hands clasped together behind his back. He was leaning back in an odd fashion, and his eyes had dark purple under them. He had gotten strangely muscular, his eyes having a look of pure madness about them. "Wake, up, wake up," he said jokingly. "Seriously, you've been asleep for three days. ''Get up.''" he repeated, now obviously irritated.
''Wonder what's got his shorts in a knot,'' Samuel thought. But to Philip, he said, "Alright, alright, I'm up. What do you -- THREE DAYS?! How in Oblivion..." he trailed off.
"Your body needed sleep to recover." Philip explained. "Now, I have one question for you. I've been thinking about this for a while now, and I just have to know. Why was my brother trying to kill you."
Samuel looked at the vampire for a few seconds before he finally decided to answer. "Your brother," he began. "Is quite impatient and quick to anger and agitate, as I'm sure you know," he added jokingly. Philip made no hint of a smile, so Samuel continued as if he hadn't said that. "I may have asked one too many -- okay maybe twenty too many -- times for a handout. He got sick of me, I suppose, and well... you know the rest." Samuel looked down, ashamed now for how weak and cowardly he had been. Philip was by his side in a millisecond.
"It wasn't your fault. You weren't weak at all, in case you were thinking that. And he has killed a fair share of people. They all deserved it I admit but--" he cut himself off, realizing what that may have meant to Samuel. "But you didn't." he said quickly. Samuel smiled slightly, but it was not out of humor, and his smile vanished as quickly as it had come.
"Yes I did," he said. "I always have."
"What do you mean?" Philip questioned.
"Look," Samuel said, sighing. "I've killed my fair share of people, too, alright? For a small part of my life I was Dark Brotherhood, so I know exactly what ''secrets''" -- he eyed Philip in a strange way -- "lie here." Philip looked at him mysteriously for a second, before his face returned to normal.
"Look, the past is the past, and honestly, I don't care if you did kill people in cold blood for money, because you've left that life behind, now. I did some bad things, too, you know. I joined the Morag Tong... oh I'd say about 100 years ago; I was born in 3E 299. I served for only seven years, but in that time, I must have killed at least 25 people." He stopped. Looking down sadly. "But I couldn't do it. I had remorse for my actions. And so, to avoid being persecuted and or punished, I fled back to Daggerfall. You see, me and Ulrich are not technically brothers, but actually more like am his great-grandfather. Sixty years later, in 3E 400, Ulrich was born to my grandchildren. By this time, of course I had already contracted Vampirism, and so I became his "twin brother" after his true brother died at the age of twenty one. I looked a lot like him on his deathbed, and Ulrich fell for it. When he came to Cheydinhal in 432, I was right behind him, though he himself did not know it. I have been keeping an eye on him ever since. And now that you know my full story, its time to tell ''me'' yours."
Philip sat there, left leg across the right, hands folded, and an expression of politeness and "speaker-courtesy" on his face. Finally, realizing he had no choice but to talk, Samuel took a deep breath, and began. "I was born in Sentinel in 3E 391 unto Simon and Adelle Floyd. At the age of 15 I entered the Chapel of Y'ffre, but only two years later, in 408, my parents were killed. I was seventeen when I rejected the gods. I moved to Daggerfall and joined the Mages Guild, taking what I could of my parent's things and paying a friend to store the rest. I was in the Guild for 20 years, a good part of my life. I was a very respected and powerful member. But in 429, four years ago, I was transferred to the Cheydinhal Guildhall to help there. Well, I basically got robbed blind during my time there, and wound up a beggar just a year later. Though still a member of the Guild at first, I became disgusted with the arrogance of Falcar, the Guildhead, and left. For the past three years I've been like this, and things weren't near turning around. I got in a tough situation with the Orum Gang a few weeks ago, and got beaten within an inch of my life. Then you found me, just after Ulrich tried to kill me, on the brink of death. Thank you. I don't think I ever said that to someone since Daggerfall. Thank you, friend."
Philip smiled. "And thank you for sharing your story. Now if you'll excuse me," he said. "I'll be off. In the meantime, there's some stuff upstairs that I was looking to sell, but you need the money more than me. Go ahead and go to the general store. That'll be your job for today. I'll be back in an hour or so." And with that he was off. Samuel went upstairs to claim the goods, and left for the store in quite a hurry, due to the excitement of being able to finally have a good supply of Septims on his person.
== Chapter Four: Fort Farragut ==
Samuel Floyd had just gotten back from the store when Philip Leland returned. "We're leaving," he said quickly, and looked over at Samuel harshly. "Pack your things. ''Now''." Samuel scrambled to his feet, knocking over the chair he had been sitting in. He didn't have many belongings -- even with the clothing articles he'd just purchased -- and so it didn't take him long to be ready. As he prepared to leave, Samuel relaized that Philip was not there.
"Philip?" He looked around the house, and yet to no avail. Everything was silent, unmoving.
Suddenly he was taken from behind and pulled into a closet, the door to which was quickly shut. Before he could scream, and hand covered his mouth. "Stay quiet and you may just not die," said a familiar voice; Philip's voice. When the vampire finally released him he looked beind into his blood red eyes, which stared back.
Before much else happened, Philip looked slowly behind Samuel. "Alright," he said. "Let's go." But just as Samuel was about to open the closet door, Philip roughly and quickly restrained him. ''"Not that way!"'' he hissed, and turned him around, calling to life a light which reveled a small square closet -- approximately 8 square feet. Philip, walking to the smallest crevice at the back, and ducking accordingly, began to feel around for something.
Suddenly footsteps were heard just outside of the closet -- two men, from the sound of it, but they seemed to walk gingerly and gracefully, much like Philip... "Samuel," Philip's harsh voice interrupted his thoughts. The Breton turned around to see that -- to his surprise -- a huge dark gap had opened up at the end of the closet. He blinked. "Come on," he urged him into the opening.
And the two descended into the darkness.
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This is part one of my four-part series: ''The Vampire Chronicles''. Part one starts at the time of the Oblivion crisis and introduces the depressed Samuel Floyd, a Breton beggar who takes up a stranger's offer and gets more than he bargained for. . . . .
Part two, ''Vengeance'', continues Samuel's story.
Note: This is in the making
The last name Floyd ''does'' come from Pink Floyd in a way, however, like the band's name the Floyd in fact comes from Floyd Anderson. Pink Council+Floyd Anderson=Pink Floyd. Anyway, that's beside the point. Enjoy!!!
''UESPWiki Version: 2009''
''Original Version: 2007''
== Chapter One: A Stranger ==
Samuel Floyd had just finished his daily walk through the streets of Cheydinhal. He had stopped ten people at least and only gotten 5 gold. At least he could eat for the day. Or at least he hoped he could. He had just begun to lie down when he heard Ulrich Leland coming his way. While Aldos Othran, a good friend of Samuel, was believed to be suffering the most of anyone else, it was in fact Samuel, as Aldos would agree.
"Well, well, well," Ulrich said in a menacing voice, "Look who it is. The lowest of the low. So unwanted, that no one would even care if you were found mutilated on the street. You know that's true. You know that nobody cares about you. You're just in the way, beggar! The divines won't even answer your prayers, because they hate you too! Nobody wants you! Not even the other beggars! Why don't you just end it?"
Samuel knew this was true. No one had ever done anything nice for him. His own father had abandoned him and his mother when Samuel was just a child. His mother was the only one who had ever cared about him and she had been stabbed to death during a robbery years ago. Now Samuel had no one. As for Ulrich's last statement, Samuel had an answer for that. And he wanted Ulrich to know it and, just as always, he couldn't keep his mouth shut.
"I would end this horrible existence if I had something to do it with!" he yelled.
"Well, perhaps I can help with that!" Ulrich roared, taking out his Silver Claymore.
Samuel now regretted ever saying anything, wishing he had kept his mouth shut. He begged Ulrich for his life but the cruel guard captain wouldn't listen. He brought up the Claymore, yelled "DIE!!!!", and as the Claymore came down, Samuel closed his eyes tightly. . . . . .
Just then, a stranger clad in dark black clothes pulled out a sword and gracefully killed, or knocked out, Ulrich Leland. The stranger then walked up to Samuel and said something to him. Samuel was so shocked by all that had happened, he failed to acknowledge the presence of the figure. After repeating what he said five times, Samuel finally realized that his savior was a Breton and that he was saying, "Are you, alright? Speak to me, please!" Finally Samuel was able to answer the strangers question.
"Ye- ye- yes. I'm okay." Samuel managed to say. Realizing he was not in good shape, the stranger picked up Samuel and wistfully carried him to a building. It seemed that the stranger had to put little to no effort into carrying the full-grown man. But Samuel had little time to ponder this as he soon fell asleep. . . .
== Chapter Two: A Proposition ==
When Samuel finally came to he found himself in a typical looking ornate Cheydinal home. As he looked around he saw nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing. There were two cupboards to the left of him facing diagonally. As he looked down he realized that he had been layed on the house's dining room table. "How did I get here?" Samuel thought to himself, "And why does my head hurt so much". He then clutched his head. It wasn't a headache. It was from when he had tripped and hit his had and started bleeding a while go. He had bandages over his had which he knew had not been wrapped on by him.
"Feeling better?" said a melodic voice from behind him. He thrust his body around to see who had said that.
"Who the hell are you?" he said, facing a stiff yet relaxed figure. The man was covered in clothes and stood in the shadows adjacent from the doorway.
"No, no, no. The question is who are you?" he replied calmly, pong a pale, bony finge a Samuel.
"Samuel. Samuel Floyd. Used to be a priest. When I was young. But now I'm a beggar and I go out of my just to prove those fools at the Chapel wrong. The Nine don't exist." Samuel finished flatly.
"Good. Now as for who I am. My name is Philip Leland. I'm Ulrich's brother. Used to be a guard in Daggerfall along with him but then he went all funny when he got the opportunity to come here. So I followed him, leaving my well-paying career and my home behind."
"Where am I?" inquired a dazed Samuel.
"Well this is called The Abandoned House by the locals whom would dare speak of it. This place houses some dark secrets." he said looking over towards the basement door.
"Why am I here?" continued Samuel.
"You don't remember?" replied Philip. Samuel shook his head slightly. Philip sighed and then answered, "Ulrich wanted to kill you. You were dying anyway. Blood loss. So I killed my brother and saved you, an innocent. I killed two birds with one stone, in other words."
"Well, then. I should probably get going. I feel much better and -" Philip chuckled darkly, "What?!" yelled Samuel.
"Whoa, down boy, down! Never mind that. I have a . . . . proposition for you." he said slowly.
"What kind of proposition?" asked Samuel, suspicious of the man's motives.
"An irresistible one." Philip said persuasively.
"Hmm. Sounds interesting enough. Please, continue."
"Very good. Now there are those within Tamriel who are neither living nor dead. They live amongst you. Charming your weak minds. Using their . . . skills to stay alive and meet their rather special needs. Humans fear these people, whom are not actually 'people' in the common term. They come not from the trickery of Lorkhan. They come from the Daedric Prince Molag Bal's rape of a mortal woman, long ago. They are immortal as a result. Do you know of what I speak of?" Samuel shook his head, his staring gaze not leaving Philip's direction. Philip leaned out from the shadows, "I speak of Vampires."
Samuel swallowed hard, "And what about Vampires. What does this have to do with you proposition?" Samuel questioned chokingly.
"Don't you see? I am inviting you to join our ranks. The ranks of the immortal." Philip said, his tone just as melodic and persuasive as ever.
"''Your'' ranks? Does that mean -" he broke off, horror in his eyes.
"I am Vampire. So, let's wrap this up. Do you accept?"
Samuel paused, and finally reluctantly answered, "No. I'm sorry." He then began walk out the door.
"Well, that is disapointig. But I'll give you time. You'll come around eventually. But don't think I'm going to let you go back to begging. You're going to stay here until you can afford a home of your own. And I'm going to get you a job with a good friend. That is my new proposition. Only this time you ''have to'' accept." In flash, he in front of the door, blocking the way. Samuel nodded and layed back down on the table.
"Now, sleep."
== Chapter Three: A Job ==
Samuel awoke at about 4:00 in the morning, only to find Philip Leland again sitting in the same chair. He had one leg across the other, and had his hands clasped together behind his back. He was leaning back in an odd fashion, and his eyes had dark purple under them. He had gotten strangely muscular, his eyes having a look of pure madness about them. "Wake, up, wake up," he said jokingly. "Seriously, you've been asleep for three days. ''Get up.''" he repeated, now obviously irritated.
''Wonder what's got his shorts in a knot,'' Samuel thought. But to Philip, he said, "Alright, alright, I'm up. What do you -- THREE DAYS?! How in Oblivion..." he trailed off.
"Your body needed sleep to recover." Philip explained. "Now, I have one question for you. I've been thinking about this for a while now, and I just have to know. Why was my brother trying to kill you."
Samuel looked at the vampire for a few seconds before he finally decided to answer. "Your brother," he began. "Is quite impatient and quick to anger and agitate, as I'm sure you know," he added jokingly. Philip made no hint of a smile, so Samuel continued as if he hadn't said that. "I may have asked one too many -- okay maybe twenty too many -- times for a handout. He got sick of me, I suppose, and well... you know the rest." Samuel looked down, ashamed now for how weak and cowardly he had been. Philip was by his side in a millisecond.
"It wasn't your fault. You weren't weak at all, in case you were thinking that. And he has killed a fair share of people. They all deserved it I admit but--" he cut himself off, realizing what that may have meant to Samuel. "But you didn't." he said quickly. Samuel smiled slightly, but it was not out of humor, and his smile vanished as quickly as it had come.
"Yes I did," he said. "I always have."
"What do you mean?" Philip questioned.
"Look," Samuel said, sighing. "I've killed my fair share of people, too, alright? For a small part of my life I was Dark Brotherhood, so I know exactly what ''secrets''" -- he eyed Philip in a strange way -- "lie here." Philip looked at him mysteriously for a second, before his face returned to normal.
"Look, the past is the past, and honestly, I don't care if you did kill people in cold blood for money, because you've left that life behind, now. I did some bad things, too, you know. I joined the Morag Tong... oh I'd say about 100 years ago; I was born in 3E 299. I served for only seven years, but in that time, I must have killed at least 25 people." He stopped. Looking down sadly. "But I couldn't do it. I had remorse for my actions. And so, to avoid being persecuted and or punished, I fled back to Daggerfall. You see, me and Ulrich are not technically brothers, but actually more like am his great-grandfather. Sixty years later, in 3E 400, Ulrich was born to my grandchildren. By this time, of course I had already contracted Vampirism, and so I became his "twin brother" after his true brother died at the age of twenty one. I looked a lot like him on his deathbed, and Ulrich fell for it. When he came to Cheydinhal in 432, I was right behind him, though he himself did not know it. I have been keeping an eye on him ever since. And now that you know my full story, its time to tell ''me'' yours."
Philip sat there, left leg across the right, hands folded, and an expression of politeness and "speaker-courtesy" on his face. Finally, realizing he had no choice but to talk, Samuel took a deep breath, and began. "I was born in Sentinel in 3E 391 unto Simon and Adelle Floyd. At the age of 15 I entered the Chapel of Y'ffre, but only two years later, in 408, my parents were killed. I was seventeen when I rejected the gods. I moved to Daggerfall and joined the Mages Guild, taking what I could of my parent's things and paying a friend to store the rest. I was in the Guild for 20 years, a good part of my life. I was a very respected and powerful member. But in 429, four years ago, I was transferred to the Cheydinhal Guildhall to help there. Well, I basically got robbed blind during my time there, and wound up a beggar just a year later. Though still a member of the Guild at first, I became disgusted with the arrogance of Falcar, the Guildhead, and left. For the past three years I've been like this, and things weren't near turning around. I got in a tough situation with the Orum Gang a few weeks ago, and got beaten within an inch of my life. Then you found me, just after Ulrich tried to kill me, on the brink of death. Thank you. I don't think I ever said that to someone since Daggerfall. Thank you, friend."
Philip smiled. "And thank you for sharing your story. Now if you'll excuse me," he said. "I'll be off. In the meantime, there's some stuff upstairs that I was looking to sell, but you need the money more than me. Go ahead and go to the general store. That'll be your job for today. I'll be back in an hour or so." And with that he was off. Samuel went upstairs to claim the goods, and left for the store in quite a hurry, due to the excitement of being able to finally have a good supply of Septims on his person.
== Chapter Four: Fort Farragut ==
Samuel Floyd had just gotten back from the store when Philip Leland returned. "We're leaving," he said quickly, and looked over at Samuel harshly. "Pack your things. ''Now''." Samuel scrambled to his feet, knocking over the chair he had been sitting in. He didn't have many belongings -- even with the clothing articles he'd just purchased -- and so it didn't take him long to be ready. As he prepared to leave, Samuel relaized that Philip was not there.
"Philip?" He looked around the house, and yet to no avail. Everything was silent, unmoving.
Suddenly he was taken from behind and pulled into a closet, the door to which was quickly shut. Before he could scream, and hand covered his mouth. "Stay quiet and you may just not die," said a familiar voice; Philip's voice. When the vampire finally released him he looked beind into his blood red eyes, which stared back.
Before much else happened, Philip looked slowly behind Samuel. "Alright," he said. "Let's go." But just as Samuel was about to open the closet door, Philip roughly and quickly restrained him. ''"Not that way!"'' he hissed, and turned him around, calling to life a light which reveled a small square closet -- approximately 8 square feet. Philip, walking to the smallest crevice at the back, and ducking accordingly, began to feel around for something.
Suddenly footsteps were heard just outside of the closet -- two men, from the sound of it, but they seemed to walk gingerly and gracefully, much like Philip... "Samuel," Philip's harsh voice interrupted his thoughts. The Breton turned around to see that -- to his surprise -- a huge dark gap had opened up at the end of the closet. He blinked. "Come on," he urged him into the opening.
And the two descended into the darkness.
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