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They can control it and they do. Like a dog expecting a bone they keep the wolf baited for their bidding."
Jahel stood quietly behind the witch.
"You were one of the leeches before you were a wolf you know true power I can feel it in you."
"That part of me died when I became wolf." Jahel said softly.
"Do you believe so? Does the wolf desire life’s blood, is that what the others desire? No they desire flesh and bone not blood. You can never escape birth rights just as you can never escape curse!" She shrieked whirling around.
Lightning flew from her fingertips and Jahel was thrown back into the wall as the witch stalked forward with a blade.
"You can never get more then dust from a leech but I dare say with you I will possess a leech heart!" She crowed "So rare, so powerful."
The old crone stalked forward her claws reaching out hungrily, greedily towards Jahel.
Jahel’s body went cold and her sight went red at the sight of the woman.
"Let me out." The wolf whispered in a guttural growl almost laughing.
"No she’s mine." The vampire hissed coldly.
Jahel screamed in pain as well as ecstasy at the feeling.
This was power.
Jahel moved quickly with her own sword blade slicing into the brittle bones of the hag’s hand cutting off her claws. The Hag shrieked and whirled away grasping at the nubs that were her clawed fingers calling to her pet spider.
Jahel stood up then holding the bloody blade close to her face examining the blood on the edge. Her eyes sparkled at the sight of the dark red blood on the sword.
"You were right this is power." Jahel said "I can hear both of their voices in my head. I thought the leech had died that night but no it was only hiding. The wolf and the leech speak to me."
The witch turned around and screeched at the elf swiping with her still clawed hand.
The spider came around her and moved towards the elf its large fangs sticking out dripping poison. It jumped at her and she swiped her sword hard across it’s under belly slicing it. The spider let out a loud squealing sound as the wound spilled out its blood and gore onto the cave floor.
Jahel stepped aside from the spider driving the tip of her blade into its head then twisting.
"You know why I’m here witch don’t make this hard. Just die with a little dignity." Jahel hissed her eyes tinted red.
"My head will remain mine leech!"
The two clashed then as the Hag charged with her sharp claws ready for the attack. The fight was short but it left the two with a stale mate at the end with the two facing one another breathless.
"You have toyed with her enough. Let me show you what must be done." The wolf said.
"Very well." Jahel said softly.
She dropped her sword and hunched over causing the Hag to back away with an outraged screech. She knew what was happening and tried to rush forward to stop the change from woman to beast. Claws slashed across thick hide like skin that was sprouting brown tinted fur. She moved quickly but Jahel was already the wolf now.
The brown wolf looked into the Hag’s eyes. Her red eyes were shining with bloodlust and her lips pulled back revealing sharp teeth. The two that would be fangs on a vampire were longer than the average werewolf’s teeth. She stalked forward on all fours her head low and body tense ready to strike at the witch.
The two circled each other and the witch leaned forward holding her claws in front of her at the ready to defend herself. It wasn’t enough to slow the hungry jaws of the werewolf.
Once the killing started it didn’t end though. She killed one of the witches then the wolf and vampire urged her to slay the others before the night was over the last of the Glenmoril witches were dead. They died easily and so did their familiars, the spiders.
Jahel collapsed in the front room after slaying them and slept on the cold stone beside the fire.
When she woke she went through the cave and cut the heads off of four witches which was all that was left of the coven. She put the heads in a bag she had brought with her and then she started walking along back to the hold.
She knew something was wrong when she got back to the hold and she started to move a little faster. The guards were all gathered around Jarrvaskr and there was a crowd of people gawking up at the guild. Jahel pushed her way through to see Trevor, Ria, and Aela standing weapons drawn around dead Silver-Hand warriors.
"What happened here?" Jahel called going to Aela.
"They attacked in the night we had to fight them off. I’m sorry about the things I said please check inside we’ve been making sure that they were gone." Aela said nodding to the woman.
"I’m glad you three are ok." Jahel said running up the steps to the doors.
She pushed into the building to a terrible sight that made her stop dead in her tracks.
There were Silver-Hand dead all over the guild, the other whelps were tending to wounds they had, and Farkus sat beside the dead body of Kodlak White-Mane. She shook her head and felt tears building in her eyes.
Vilkas saw Jahel when she entered the guild and approached her. In truth he was sad at the death of his lifelong mentor and friend he didn’t blame her for any of it. But when he approached her he was angry not at her but at their enemies.
"Where were you?" he demanded.
"Kodlak sent me for the cure, he finally found it. What happened?" she gasped eyes watering.
"They came to take back the pieces of Wuuthrad and he tried to stop him. No one was close enough to help him and he was just overwhelmed." He whispered "They are all in a bad way."
"I-I am so sorry. I should have been here."
"No you were doing what he wanted. We will get revenge for this."
"No, he wouldn’t want that." Jahel said softly. "He would want justice with a clear mind and spirit."
"Right. No one else here is in a way to do that but….. would you accompany me? Help me hunt down the last of those bastards?"
"Give me a moment."
Vilkas nodded going to get his traveling gear while she went to Farkus’ side.
Jahel kneeled down beside him removing her helmet while watching as he watched over the body of their fallen Harbinger. She put her hand gently on his shoulder and leaned her head close to him. Her lips close to his ear.
"Farkus I’m going with Vilkas to get Wuuthrad back and to get rid of the last of the Silver-Hand. You and Aela will be the only ones here to take care of the whelps. We’ll be back for the pyre get everything ready." She whispered while he nodded his head slowly.
"I’ll take care of things here. Just be careful and come back to me." Farkus said softly.
"I’ll see you soon."
Jahel got up from where she was kneeled beside him and turned towards the door. Vilkas was waiting for her by the door already.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
Jahel nodded her head putting her helmet back on. She turned to look at him and she saw determination written on his face.
Skyrim fanfiction pt.4 Harbinger
I don’t own Skyrim or any of its characters all rights belong to Bethseda.
Sorry if I missed any spelling errors my usual editor was not able to work on this one. But they will have a hand in editing the next one.
The next part I will try to make my last one for this series if you have any ideas on what you would like to read next leave a comment. I do fanfiction so long as I’m familiar with the material and I will be working on an original work as well in my free time.
Thanks for reading,
B.Sparks
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