Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20131203225639/@comment-3293219-20131208115755

Nish stood patiently in his cell, standing near the bars was preferable, as the only window in the building was in the corridor leading up to his cell. The sun shone down the corridor leading to each cells to guide guards, visitors and executioners to the cells, the prisoners had no need for natural light and even if they did... they didn't deserve it.

Though Nish was anxious, he said nothing and stood patiently. They'd be here any minute now...

To his surprise they were on time, on the 9th hour of Morndas they appeared.

"Hey you..." She murmured as she slipped her hand through the bars, both of their hands met between Nish's side of the cell and her side of the cell as they took eachother's hands.

The breton smiled as he took her hand, grazing his thumb along it like he always did, this was the best thing to happen to him today and he had all the time in the world for it.

They stood looking at eachother and then looking away, this current situation was both joyous and awkward, because of what was about to happen next.

Nish sighed as the guilt came back to him, glancing at the patch on Eilonwyn's neck.

"Does it still hurt?" He asked, weakly, trying to touch her face but his hand was quickly intercepted, as Eilonwyn grabbed it and lowered it. "No... not anymore."

This news came as a small comfort, for Nish knew that it didn't matter in the long run, the wound condemned her.

He slowly began to cry and pressed his head against the bars, "I'm sorry... this-"

Eilonwyn squeezed his hand, ever so slightly but she didn't reach out or say anything. "I could have... I could have stopped this in the dream." He choked, "I could have... just given Dunlammus that dammed unmarked grave and he would have left us alo-" He couldn't finish his sentence, he knew that she knew anyway...

"Are you ready?" Eilonwyn gently moved her hand up his forearm.

"Y-yeah... I just want this to end..."

With that, the dunmer turned to the guard and gestured for him to open the cell.

As he opened it she stepped inside as the gate was closed to prevent the condemned from escaping.

"Will this hurt?" Nish swallowed hard as he awaited the answer.

"At first, yes... but it'll slowly fade over time."

"Good."

"I love you. Goodbye..." Eilonwyn managed to choke out, holding back a sob. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

Within seconds her eyes looked like two suns and her teeth had changed as well, she gave him a few seconds to see her like this, almost as if she was toying with him, before lunging forward and sinking her teeth into his neck.

Nish grit his teeth as he felt the two punctures into the side of his neck, he quickly lost the strength to stand and fell onto his back as the vampire suckled away at his neck.

I deserve this...

He raised his hand and tried to touch her face but she quickly knocked it away as if she took it as a means of stopping her.

I failed you...

The breton wrapped his arm around her waist, his fingers began to twitch as he had to resist the urge to throw her off and end the pain.

I'm so sorry...

Using his last ounce of strength, he raised his hand and ran his fingers through her hair and tear rolled down his face. A tear of joy now that she had, had her revenge and that he had been released from this alcatraz of guilt.

Falkreath
Nish slowly awoke, taking a moment to adjust to his surroundings.

Downstairs he heard laughter, he was no longer in the prison.

Dissapointingly, he wasn't dead...

She was still out there, hurt and alone and he had a price to pay.