Alessandra's Story {Pt 1}

Alessandra entered the city of Bruma quietly, leaving her beloved mare Nyx at the WildEye Stables outside. It was nearly eight in the morning now, the sun was peeking through the clouds and she was exhausted from traveling as she dragged herself into the inn of this snow-covered city. She knew that Olav’s Tap and Tack was always open for business.
As the walked in Olav was awake though slightly drunk and talking to a female Nord she didn’t recognize. He looked surprised to see her and smiled as she approached.
“Ah, Alessandra, how long has it been?” He chuckled and stood to shake her hand, and though they were old friends he still displayed this courtesy. “This” –he gestured to the woman who was watching them without interest – “is Skjorta”
“My pleasure.” Skjorta said in a rather bored manner. Apparently Alessandra had intruded on this Nord’s good time talking with Olav, though what they could be talking about this early Alessandra didn’t know. She decided on just nodding curtly in the Nord’s direction.
“I’m rather occupied at the moment, but stay here, friend and we can catch up in a bit.” Olav said kindly as he dug around in his pocket for a key.
“Thank you, Olav, it’s been a long time. I’ll take you up on your offer.” She smiled, clapped his shoulder and accepted the rusty worn key Olav offered and walked up the stairs to the right to the first room. She glanced Olav sitting back down as Alessandra closed the door behind her.
She had made it a habit over the years to never let her guard down, even when she slept. Her enchanted bow of ash was tucked next to her in such a way it would be easy to access quickly and she slept with an ancient akaviri katana within reach but out of sight. After locking the door and shutting out the window’s light she lay down on the bed and closed her eyes.

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The dark elf didn’t wake until around ten that night and her body was aching for substance. Her vampire fangs were drawn out at the very thought of blood..
Alessandra crept quietly out of her room and peered into the room next to hers’ through the door left ajar. She was in luck; a male khajiit was already asleep and laying on the bed, a single candlelight illuminating the room. Alessandra slinked up next to him without making a sound and gently tilted the sleeping khajiit’s head, feeling his soft fur, while better exposing his neck
She slowly sank her canines into the soft flesh of his neck and felt the rush of warm blood enter her body, exhilarating her veins. She continued, more hungrily now, swelling her body with life and heat. She was so distracted she wasn’t quick enough to stop the khajiit’s hand and he awakened and grabbed hold of her arm.
Alessandra, startled, withdrew quickly and struggled as she felt herself hoisted up by strong arms onto the khajiit’s body. She heard him laugh and was confused a moment until she got a better look at the khajiit’s face-
“J’Ghasta!” She laughed suddenly recognizing his face and relieved she wasn’t going to have to fight. “You snake, you weren’t asleep at all!”
The golden khajiit’s ears stood tall and he purred playfully, “Snake, hmm? Were you feeding off me again? You know I’d recognize that feeling anywhere..”
“Oh shut up.” Alessandra’s lust for blood had leveled out, allowing her logical thinking to return. Realizing she had been straddling J’Ghasta, after him pulling her ontop of his waist she decided to climb off of him and drag a chair over from the desk.
He frowned slightly and propped himself up on his elbow to talk to her. Alessandra felt a little uneasy talking to him after all this time, J'Ghasta wearing only loose pants with his sculpted boxer body..
Alessandra snapped out of her daze a little and shook her head. "I had not thought you would be staying at Olav's," she said and he shrugged and replied, "My house is currently infested with a poltergeist and I'm waiting for that damn mage to finish a spell for me. What brings you here to our humble city?"
Alessandra wanted to laugh, "Humble city? Still in the Black Hand aren't you?" -He nodded at this and smiled deviously- "Well, that's the thing really. I came to ask the Brotherhood's help and since I had to travel through Bruma anyways I figured I'd ask you for help first. I'm looking for someone, a vampire, and I need to speak to Vicente Valtieri."
At this a wicked grin spread across the khajiit's face. "Ahh, and you cannot get into the Cheydinhal sanctuary without a Black Hand member, correct."
"Yes, will you help me?"
"Well," J'Ghasta said slowly, "What does J'Ghasta get in return?" His eyes told the elf exactly what he had in mind.
Alessandra sighed, "J'Ghasta.."
J'Ghasta licked his lips in a very cat-like way and leaned to stiffle the candle light.
"Kitty wants to play" J'Ghasta purred


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