Moved like lightning...hmmm....someone's been watching too much twilight...

That was GOOD girl! Brought out the 'glammer' (yes, that's the true spelling of that word) of the dark magicians of the undead side of the world very well!

Actually, I have not seen the twilight stuff yet. I've seen three vampire films: Bram Stoker, one with Eddie Murphy, and another funny one. (obviously all way outdated, I really need to watch some current stuff, lol. My fave depiction of a vampire was the Bram Stoker, he was enigmatic, alluring...Mina was drawn to him.

Talk about ratcheting up the tension! I could just picture Maxical in the middle of a school of sharks- circling closer and closer, eying each other as much as their prey...

Wow.

Oh, mALX! I really loved this. So many wonderful pieces all coming together, right in front of Maxical! Staying in her perspective for all this was a wonderful choice - I'm so glad you did that.

Scene I: The DB.
This had me chuckling, as soon as I realized (pretty quickly) who the Khajiit was.
Nit? Maybe I'm just not understanding, but the bolded part seems awkwardly redundant? It would seem perfect by simply eliminating the word 'him'.

Scene II Simplicia.
I'm so glad you included this touch of preciousness in the story! It speaks volumes to what Maxical considers important.

This was so beautiful!


Scene III Jak.
Dangerously delicious!


Scene IV Another vampire.
I think I'm pretty safe guessing this was Vincente?


Scene V Hero + Seridur.
I don't know who the hero is. I hope you intended for that to be a mystery at this point rather than simply my defective reading? Regardless, Seridur fleshes out quite the vampire convention. Where was Janus?
Nit? Bolded part is confusing. I'm guessing you mean 'curled my tail at him.' ?


Overall, this joins so many of your episodes that was a pure delight to read! Did I tell you I really loved this? Oh, yes, I see that I did.

@ Foxy - Thank you so much Foxy !!!! I actually have not watched that twilight stuff yet. I modeled my vampires off Bram Stoker's and one of the mods I have added to my game, lol. What, no clipboard? ROFL !!!

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@ Treydog - Thank you so very much Treydog !!! I appreciate you so much !!!!

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@ Acadian - Thank you so much Acadian !!! I fixed the nits, thank you for pointing them out!! (Yes, the one un-named vampire was Vicente)

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@ EVERYONE - I didn't want to name the hero or give a description, because (technically he is the "Player") - he may or may not be called back in for a cameo later, but as of now I have no plans for him other than this questline - so hated to make a character of him.

Oh mALX, that was simply delightful!!
I always love to read writing that pauses time and has the action continue to flow within the bubble. You captured the 'vampire feel' perfectly, he just oozed control and self-confidence. The part where he licked the blood off the ring really hit the spot. Awesome!!

Bram will always be the perfect vamp story for me. Maxical looked like Mina in that moment. The frightening part about vampires is always that, as Van Helsing said- '.....we henceforward become foul things of the night like him.' This is exactly what I felt when reading your chapter.

Look out Maxical....!!

I have said it before, but it bears repeating: You are at your absolute best when writing about vampires! The descriptions of Jak and Vicente captured everything familiar that we have come to embrace from legend. Dragging out that moment ensnared in Vicente’s hypnotic gaze was just fantastic.

Now I am left to wonder if all the ancients will trip over each other in their zeal to get to Maxical. I also can’t help thinking that Maxical’s presence somehow makes all the other virgins in the Imperial City safe. Maybe her blood is catnip?

And it never occurred to me how M'Raaj Dar got his name! It really explains so much about him!

@ Winter Wolf - Thank you, Thank you, Thank you sooo much !!!!! Now that made me feel much better !!!! You ROCK !!!!

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@ Destri - Thank you so very much Destri !!!! I appreciate that so much !!! Well, one virgin was killed last week by Seridur; any other bodies may not be discovered for a few chapters. Maxical just happens to be the one who we are seeing things happen to, lol. Thank you again !!!

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Chapter 78: Fathis Strikes Back



******* Fathis, The morning of the music festival


Fathis woke up with a start…voices in his suite! Alix and S’Jirra? When had they gotten here? He had to have let them in…why didn’t he remember? He couldn’t even remember going to bed, but here he lay…what was happening to his memory…his mind?

The only things he remembered of the past week…bringing Maxical to the carnival and midway, Uriel’s birthday…going to see the Emperor afterward…he remembered these. Why didn’t he remember anything else?

The feeling was strong of not being in control of his actions…as if he were a puppet and another held the strings that moved him. In the past week that had worsened drastically…things happening without his knowledge or memory, days passing…yet for some reason this was the first time he could remember wondering about it.

One thing that was clear in his mind…Maxical had been pulling away from him. Fathis felt the distance in her when they were together. He’d lose her soon if he couldn’t discover the source of his problem.

In moving the covers, and with shock Fathis realized his sword was suddenly functioning…as if a spell had been lifted.

Fathis sat up quickly, thinking fast. That was it, he had been under a spell! And now it was removed…but who would have done that? And why? It would have to be a powerful wizard…one he’d dealt with.

There was Traven; he’d never do something like this. That cretin Ocato…he had no opportunity. Raminus Polus…jealousy? Worried Traven may appoint Fathis his successor to the position of Arch Mage? Maybe.

There was Hassildor…good gods. Fathis’s stomach cringed in sickening realization as the memory of himself bringing Maxical to Skingrad Castle surfaced in his mind. That was proof Hassildor was behind it, Fathis would never have brought her there…never.

How long had this been going on? Good gods, months. He had avoided Maxical…and been unable to raise his sword nearly since graduation day…Hassildor was ensuring she stay a virgin…and keeping them apart so the spell wouldn’t be discovered.

He was under Hassildor’s powers all this time then. But the spell was removed this morning…why? And what else had Hassildor made him do? Fathis pored over the past months in his mind for any other actions and decisions he never would have made.

Immortal and acting on his nature…Hassildor’s powers made him a dangerous enemy. This must be handled carefully, it was imperative Fathis keep his mind blanked…and find any weaknesses.

Hassildor didn’t understand women if he thought disabling Fathis would bring him a virgin…and he underestimated Fathis in removing that spell, not realizing Fathis may figure things out. Living isolated as he had, his insight into people may be flawed…that was a weakness.






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Hassildor’s plan would be to use Fathis as his dupe to bring Maxical to him…then probably kill him. Fathis checked his ring that protected against magicka…it had been tampered with. He would have to enchant a new one immediately…then if needed pretend to be under Hassildor’s spell, gather evidence. Fathis would have to stay one step ahead of Hassildor and his plans.

Taking Maxical right away would remove Hassildor’s interest in her…but would she let him? Maxical was planning to break with him, Fathis felt it strongly...she was going to Gils. She’d not let Fathis touch her, not in the frame of mind she was in right now.

He’d have to be gone when she came…so she couldn’t break it off. Thinking quickly, Fathis knew then what he had to do to save their relationship. She would be upset at him, mad. But after the wedding night she would be safe from Hassildor…and his.

Fathis slid out of bed and dug several rings out of his jewelry box. He paused, then grabbed his antique family ring as well. He hated to alter the antique ring…but it was the only way to protect Maxical. It had to be done.

When he stepped out of the suite, the corridor was filled with young mages…the band! Drat! The first day of the music festival! That meant Traven was here at the Merchants…but with a suite full of teen boys.

The protocol as liaison to Hassildor was to tell someone in power immediately if he acted on his nature…a protection against Hassildor wiping his memory or putting him under a spell. Fathis couldn’t tell Traven now, not with a crowd around.

Fathis felt odd using Traven’s enchanting stand without his permission…of course Traven would understand once he knew the situation.

Raminus Polus looked shocked when Fathis stepped off the transporter alone in the middle of the night. Fathis gritted his teeth, hating the idea of giving this information to Polus. But someone had to be told in case Hassildor acted again.

“Polus! It is imperative you get a message to Traven for me. He must enact sanctions against Subject A/JH, the man put me under spell. He has dangerous intentions toward Maxical. This may be the only notice I am able to give.�

“Maxical, you say?� Raminus scowled. “What has he done?�

“There is no time now, I left Traven a note of explanation in his nightstand.�









******* Raminus Polus


Raminus rifled the nightstand drawer, pulling out the parchment from Fathis. He hesitated after reading it thoroughly. It wasn’t likely he’d be caught, but if he was…

As if coming to a decision, Raminus crumbled the parchment into a wad and tossed it into the fireplace. He gave a little half-smile as he watched it burn to ash, ensuring no scrap would be left behind as evidence.

“Well Fathis, it doesn’t look like you’ll be offered that Arch Mage position after all.�

Raminus stripped down and pulled open the schrank, removing a set of Arch Mage robes and donning them.

“Arch Mage Polus…may I serve you a glass of wine? …Thank you, I’d love one.� Raminus poured himself a glass of wine and stretched out on the bed.









******* Maxical


More men were lining up behind an overly large Orc. I forced a smile to my face and made myself tease with him. While I dug in the crate for another ring, the next man moved forward. I looked up with a smile holding out the ring…and then froze. It was Fathis.

“I can only give you an engagement ring if you promise to go to the Cage Match.� I teased, putting my tail into a question mark.

“Nae, I’m not here to get a ring, but to give one.� Fathis signaled to Hassiri.

“Ah, but Hannibal has beat you to it, see? Here is his ring on my engagement hand.� I saw Hassiri scooting towards us, his eyes bugging.

Fathis pulled an antique ring out that had to be a family heirloom. “Hassiri, I want you to have the exclusive on this. Maxical and I have a longstanding promise of marriage between us, and today we are consummating that with the swearing of the vows. We will have a formal ceremony at the Palace in the future which I hope you will attend as well.�

Fathis pounded his fist twice over his heart and held his hand up with the palm facing me. Everyone in the crowds was oohing. Hassiri was there, I couldn’t make a scene by refusing him. I put my hand up palm facing him. Fathis clasped it with his that was facing me and then kissed me, a very long and extremely passionate kiss.

The crowd cheered like mad, applauding and calling out congratulations. Instead of the two witnesses Ocato required, what seemed like all Cyrodiil was there to verify the event.

The men in the crowd began shouting the wedding chant at Fathis, egging him to extend the kiss. “Gor'ko! Gor'ko!� The kiss has to continue as long as they are chanting, to chase bitter fruit from the vine of our marriage. I thought they would never stop.

Fathis’s virility was very obviously restored, I feared if they didn’t stop chanting he may enact the wedding night right there. His hand stayed raised in the vow throughout the kiss the whole time…oh dear gods, why is he doing this now?





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I barely heard Josey say, “Ladies and gentleman, Gils would like to sing a song for you.�


“Lay beside me, tell me what they've done
Speak the words I want to hear, to make my demons run
The door is locked now, but it's open if you're true
If you can understand the me, than I can understand the you.

Lay beside me, under wicked sky
Through black of day, dark of night, we share this pair of lives
The door cracks open, but there's no sun shining through
Black heart scarring darker still, but there's no sun shining through
No, there's no sun shining through…�


Gils began singing our song…our song…as Fathis took Hannibal’s ring off and slid his in it’s place. A slow tear slid down my cheek etching a path through the fur.

A surge of people began gathering around when Gils started singing. Many remembered him, calling out his name as they pushed to the stage, “It’s Gils! Listen, isn’t that Gils?�

Hassiri was scribbling like mad as the crowds started swaying and making out. I couldn’t look Fathis in the face, nor did I dare to turn around and look at Gils. I wished my legs would crumble but they didn’t.

“Fathis, I have to go. This promotion is for the Arcane too. Oh, I need Hannibal‘s ring back for health reasons, Hannibal will explain.� I hurried back to the stage but turned halfway there and looked back.

Fathis was standing directly in front of the stage, his legs apart, planted. He was staring unblinking at Gils. His hand stayed on his sword hilt the whole time. Dear gods, he‘s telling Gils he won’t stop till he’s dead! What could have happened?


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AAAAAAAAARGH !!!!


JUST when I think I've figured out the plot....you....you....you MINX MaLX!!! MaLX the mischievous, mocking, mystery-spinning, monkeyshine mixing MINX!!!

NOW WE ARE ALL ON TENTERHOOKS WAITING FOR WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT!!!

Don't you DARE non-post for a week. Don't you DARE. DON'T YOU DARE!!!

Foxy, did you perhaps read a little too fast?

Something I noticed:

Followed by:


Oh, boy, is my mind going off on a crazy tangent!

I am TRYING to be on my best behaviour, everyone.

Hmmmph!!!

Get THEE BEHIND ME SATAN...

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NO! NO NO NO NO!!!! I DIDN'T MEAN THAT!!!!! I'M NOT EVEN GAY!!!

Acadian started it by showing us all dirty pictures first thing in the morning !!!

Love Thy Enemy . . . Love thy enemy. . . I never would've guessed that Fathis took that so LITERALLY. Wow.

You know, this reminds me of a joke. It's corny, cheesy and consists of black humor so BEWARE.
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A dude by the name of Holden Magroyne, was the ideal chem fiend and the neighborhood's mascot. He never took God's commands really seriously and all. But what he treasured though, was Love Thy Neighbor.

You know why?

Because besides his home sits a BROTHEL by the name of the 'PseudoSacrosanct's Den'.

CHEEESSSEEEEYYY!

SPEW !!!! ROFL !!!!!



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It's official. Foxy disease has infected everyone now.

ROFL !!!!!!!

Oh, mALX! A cliffhanger!

First Maxical couldn't get a fellow, now she has two that think they're married to her!

So, Fathis figured out Janus' intent, and Raminus aspires to Arch Mage.

Maybe our kitty should race to Gottlesfont Priory. Perhaps she could become Sister Maxical. In any event, it seems she could use the help of Akatosh himself to get out of this one!

Er...I could differentiate by calling one...the big sword, and the other...little sword...but which would Fathis call which?

I won't even begin to touch upon the swords! Nevermind

*Destri deftly changes the subject*

Raminus Polus lives up to his name! Social-climbing little s#%^!!

*Forgive me if I go on a bit of a tirade here:

Now that Fathis knows about the spell, his first instinct is to stay away from Maxical?! I would think that he wouldn’t want to leave her side, knowing how much danger she is in. Telling her about the spell and about Hassildor seems to be the only way to make her understand the gravity of the situation in which she finds herself. Not sharing such information, choosing to risk Maxical’s life rather than submit to a possible broken heart is a clear indication that he loves himself more than he loves her. His flimsy reasoning aside, the fact that he runs from her marks him for a coward!

Hassildor went to a lot of trouble, even risked exposure and alienation by the Mages Guild (especially when you consider that Fathis is the ‘best friend’ of the Arch-Mage), to preserve the virginity of a woman that he doesn’t even want. The pull of the ‘chosen’ proves to be strong indeed if it forces a vampire to act in opposition to his own self-interest!

O.K. tirade over*

Poor Maxical, her choices in love come down to two men who are both being controlled (in one way or another) by vampires. Perhaps she really has been ‘chosen’.

He didn't leave her side, he just wasn't available for her to break it off with.




There is a big picture that may take a couple chapters to reveal due to keeping the chapters down to readable sizes and not wanting to post too frequently. Revealing information in advance dulls the impact when those chapters post ...



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@ Foxy - You ROCK Foxy !!! Thank you so much, Foxy !!!! Now that makes me feel much better !!!!

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@ Naughty Hauty - SPEW !!!! ROFL !!!! I somehow missed that in the edits ... and really don't know how to fix the issue, ROFL !!! Acadian showing dirty pictures first thing in the morning that day - it set my mood for the whole week. I have broken my own record for dherty innuendo this week !!! ROFL !!! Thank you so much Haute, you ROCK !!! (and this side of you has been greatly missed lately !!!)

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@ Ureniashtram - "Holden Magroyne!" SPEW !!!! ROFL !!!! I had to read the joke like fifty times before I got to the end, everytime I read that name I rolled on the floor laughing !!!! You ROCK!!! Thank you so much Ureniashtram !!!!!

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@ Acadian - Thank you so much Acadian !!!! Maxical ... a Sister? SPEW !!! Ocato won't recognize her marriage to Gils, since there were no witnesses and she has now sworn vows with Fathis.

The old country marriage by the clasping of hands and swearing the vows in front of two people - (called "handfasting") was taken from an old Scots tradition. (although it was done all through Europe in the rural or remote areas) In most cases it was also considered legal even if there were no witnesses as long as the couple stood by it. Switzerland was the last to stop recognizing it as legal.

(so technically, is she a bigamist now? NOOOOOOOO!!!! ARGH !!!) You are an Awesome friend, Acadian! Thank you so much for your continued support !!!!

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@ Destri - Thank you very much Destri! In keeping the chapters down to a readable size, some information doesn't get revealed for a chapter or two.

Example: I've done this too, (along with everyone else) on Haute's thread. Everyone got up in arms over Jauffre - thinking he was being hateful to Julian when she confessed her addiction to him. The next chapter revealed that Jauffre was actually being very supportive of her - we all just jumped to conclusions by our own interpretations of what seemed to be his actions.

A lot of times, revealing something too soon can lose the impact that information will have later. (So I'll plead for your patience).

It's really hard to tell how someone means something when it is typed - tone of voice doesn't come through the keyboard. What appears to be derision or sarcasm may not be at all what is meant (hopefully not).

Since the story is following only Maxical (not every virgin or ancient vampire in Tamriel) - you won't be given a play-by-play coverage of every other women who these vampires are going after. It is not that they are only chasing Maxical.

A few chapters back it was detailed that Seridur and Jak both 'farm' - and Seridur killed a virgin in his backyard within the last week. -

I have no plans to detail other virgins deaths any deeper than a conversation about a blurb in the Courier in a few other paragraphs - it is not the focus of the story, only a part of it.

As far as the call to a mate being strong - in the animal world I have seen a scent cause them to risk their lives in many a species. People - I have seen many risk their position or their life for one lay. A Minute Sampling Of Examples: Bill Clinton - Monica Lewinski / John Edwards - Rielle Hunter / JFK - Marilyn Monroe / David - Bathsheba / Jimmy Swaggart - The Pony / Tiger Woods - The Continental United States.

I hope that clears up what has felt to me to be an irrititant you found in the story. I hate to see my story bringing tirades to you so often, lol. Your support means a lot to me, you are very appreciated !!

Thank you so much Destri !!! You ROCK !!!!

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Chapter 79: Confrontation And Deception



******* Janus


Janus was drawn to the stage Maxical was performing on. In chameleon he moved in close, finding a vantage spot just as Gils came out…dear gods the look that passed between them…

A flicker of remorse…envy…longing. That was what Janus sought for himself, that millisecond of glance that told what was between them more than a thousand words could. It was so easy for them; young, no hiding behind a cowl…no pink eyes and fangs to dull the attraction.

From his vantage point Janus watched stunned as Fathis swore vows with Maxical. Fathis wasn’t wasting any time now that the spells were off! Drat the man! Janus started forward, wondering how to put a stop to this…then ground to a halt.

This may be a perfect solution to the Gils problem! The spells could be reinstated before Fathis had a chance to consummate the marriage….she would be stuck living with Fathis, safely away from Gils…and still untouched!

The timing was crucial with only one day left for the music festival. Clavicus Vile’s gift would hide his nature for that one day. Maxical would have to be taken early tomorrow morning. That would give Janus all day to hunt a bride as Count Skingrad. He would be a conquering god coming to the festival in full noble regalia seeking a bride.

Janus planned to try keeping Maxical alive as Jak did with his victims, but in case he failed…the Orc would be released to fulfill his part as Janus left the city. Agronak would be a very visible target when the Legion searched for a vampire.

The ability to once again stand in sunlight without burning or that cowl…there could be no greater freedom or pleasure to be imagined.





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There were a few moments in the ceremonial kiss that Janus feared Fathis was going to consummate the marriage right there. He hurried forward, drawing his arm back to cast the spell on Fathis…then he saw Gils step forward, the pain only another man would recognize in his eyes. Gils began to sing; the surprise of that threw Janus off his course. Stunned, he stood and watched as scenes unfolded before his eyes.

The song reached Maxical at her very core; tears etched trails through the white fur of her cheeks, their lack of momentum accentuating the hopelessness that reflected in her eyes. That song must be special to their relationship. He and Rona had never had a special song between them…but Janus was sure Maxical and Gils did…and this was it.

To Janus’s surprise, Fathis walked to the stage and stood directly in front of Gils. There was no doubt he was challenging Gils by his stance. Gils continued the song as if he did not see, or did not care that the challenge was thrown. Brave…or foolish.

Janus glanced around, the crowd seemed mesmerized by the song. People were kissing, making out heavily…some even slipping behind tents to complete the act! Good gods, what a gift that Dunmer had! Now would be the time to grab a woman made weak in the knees by that song!

He hurried over to the nearest woman standing alone, forgetting he was in Chameleon. Her screams reminded him. He dispelled but her fear was made worse by his sudden appearance in that dratted cowl. He scurried away. Spotting another lone woman, Janus hurried toward her…but the song ended before he got there.

“Get away from me, creep!�






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Lines were forming in front of the stage to receive promise rings. Janus started to turn away when the smell of several ancients converging toward that area blew strongly under his nose. He glanced around quickly and was startled to see Fathis coming directly towards him. Fathis’s expression reflected shock at seeing him, and a certain caginess.

Caught thus, there was no way to hide. Janus hailed Fathis. “Congratulations!�

“Hassildor, what do you do here?�

“I came for the music like all you see here. If you have no plans for tomorrow morning I‘d like to give a gift to the bride. Something she has a great interest in.�

Fathis indicated Janus join him walking. “A minute of your time, if you don’t mind.“

Janus hesitated, those ancients were swarming the stage area…but surely they couldn’t harm her in sight of all these crowds. And he did need to put the spell back on Fathis to ensure there would be no wedding night.

“You understand I will need the discretion of a private place to meet…one with plenty of shade, or indoors.�

“There is no need for a gift, I’ll convey your congratulations to her. Does Traven know you’re in town?�

“Why should he? I do not have to report my actions to the Mages Guild, I am a Noble and can travel at will. My only arrangement with the Mages Guild is that I not act on my nature.�

“True. Still, it is quite a surprise to see you leave your castle.�

“I have stayed isolated by my own choice, there was never an agreement I stay confined. Your duties as liaison between Castle Skingrad and the Mages Guild do not give you the privilege of dictating or questioning my actions, Aren.�

“True, as long as there is the assurance you are not acting on your nature…�

“Unless you want diplomatic relations between your guild and Castle Skingrad to end abruptly, you will remember that you are merely a liaison. You seem to be confused in the idea of what your duties entail.� Janus’s hand went instinctively to where a sword would hang if he was wearing one. The threat was unmistakable and hung in the air tangibly.

“Before you act on that threat, I feel it best to inform you that I have taken the precaution of informing several others in authority of the spells you used on me, of your extreme interest and actions regarding Maxical, and of the fact that you have left your castle. Sanctions have already begun. Should anything happen to Maxical or me, charges will be brought…and sanctions will be the least of your worries.�

Dear gods…this was it then. Eternity in a dungeon…eternity in a dungeon. Janus tried to think quickly, but visions of dungeons overrode clear thought. Instead a panic arose in him that blinded everything except survival…and escape from this situation.










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Fear and anger fueled the vampire nature in Janus. In a blink of an eye, and without thought he cast paralysis on Fathis. It was an assault, something totally against Janus’s own nature…but backed in a corner the survival instincts of the vampire were raging through him, he was no longer in control.

In a sudden flash of insight, Janus realized Fathis had lied. The shocked look on his face as he approached…he couldn’t have told anyone Janus had left the castle, he didn’t know it till just now…but had the rest been a lie too?

Traven always warned Janus that telling others immediately would be the protocol should he ever act on his nature. It was a security measure for just such an instance as this. But who would Fathis have told? The Arcane…the Palace? Fathis’s mind was as blank as a stone even before the paralysis, he was deliberately keeping it unreadable…another security measure.

Janus tried to pick Fathis’s mind as if it were a lock, prying at the information he needed from different angles. What that netted confirmed Janus’s worst fears, Fathis had gone to both the Palace and the Arcane in the middle of the night. He must have reported the spells and Janus’s interest in Maxical then. Drat!

Janus realized he should have wiped Fathis’s mind and implanted memories of his own choosing before removing the spells. That had been a huge mistake...one he would rectify immediately.

When Janus was finished, Fathis once again thought of him as being benign and never leaving his castle. Then Janus firmly implanted in Fathis’s mind that the vampire he reported earlier was named Seridur…that he had given the name wrong and must correct it immediately with whomever he reported it to earlier.

Jak said that in order to survive living as a vampire in the Imperial City, he had become devious and cunning. Cut-throat he had called this place. Janus had been here less than a week and was already turning in one of his kind to save his own neck...and had assaulted a Court official.

Janus hurried to Imbel’s rather than heading back to the festival. With the spell back on Fathis he would not be able to perform his husbandly duties tonight. Maxical was now out of Gils‘ reach, and Fathis was bringing her to him tomorrow. Everything was running smooth as glass now. Jak was right, the vampire was a genius of self-preservation.

Jak was locked in his sleep chamber when Janus arrived. Gemellus Axius guarded the steps up to it with a stony look on his face.

“He doesn’t want to be disturbed.� Gemellus growled.

When Janus left Jak's quarters he heard the lock click into place behind him. That was odd, Jak had never locked him from the suite before…nor had Gemellus ever stood guard over Jak's sleep chambers that way.









******* Maxical


The crowds were packed in front of the band as it played its set, oohing and aahing over the magic displays. After the last ring was given out I stumbled back to the tent, glad for the crowd’s attention on the magic show and the relative darkness within the tent to hide the shock that felt etched into my face.

Gils raiment was spread out on the table, but he was gone. I cast a soft light spell and searched for a note from him, there was none. The message was clear, it was over without a word. I sank down on a crate feeling like I‘d been punched in the stomach, the ache of it rising till it filled my throat. The tears I’d held back earlier came now, burning my cheeks as they traced patterns through the fur.

Owyn came for the raiment. “What the hell is wrong with you now? You tell everyone you’re promised to Fathis; then when he marries you, bawl like a calf! Boy, I don’t understand you women at all!�

“Gils left without a word to me…he’s mad…I guess it’s really over between us…� I ground to a halt mid-sentence from the stunned look on Owyn’s face.

“You idiot! Boy, you are the dumbest girl I’ve ever met! You just swore vows with Fathis! Of course it‘s over with Gils! Now you listen to me, Maxical. Don‘t you mess up a good thing with Fathis over Gils, don‘t do it. You remember what happened with you and Gils in Anvil? You better remember that, because it will always be that way. Agronak will always come first.�

“But...I had to accept, the promotion…�

Owyn put his hand on my shoulder, his voice changed to the one he reserves for when we’ve had to kill someone we knew in the Arena.

“Look, Maxical…I’ve known Gils a lot longer than you have. He can’t change who he is. Agronak will need him and he will run, even if you two were married and had babies together. You will never be first as long as Agronak is alive, you better face that and be happy that Fathis still married you. Now, are you staying to see the rest of the festival?�

“Yeah, if you don’t care.�

“Well change out of that raiment then, I’ll take it back with me.�

Owyn gathered up all the Arena items while I stripped it off and hunted for my clothes.

“You sure you’re okay? Maybe you should just come back with me.� Owyn’s expression showed genuine concern.

I shook my head.

He hesitated, then shook his head. “Okay. Meet me at the Merchants for the billboards, you need to post them tonight, remember?“


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Fascinatingly suspenseful!

What struck me here was the growth of Janus that occurred as naturally as breathing, when the vampire became threatened. Fathis is no slouch, and took solid, even clever precautions. Indeed, early during the encounter between the two, Janus seemed backpedalling and wishing he was anywhere else. As the gravity of his situation became clear, his nature began to emerge. No whispering or coaching from Jak was required here. Janus acted instinctively, outclassing even the formidable Fathis. You managed to fully portray the awesome power hidden within Janus. What a brilliant job you did here with both Janus and Fathis!

I quite liked the way you finished Janus's part here. Jak was sleeping and didn't want to be disturbed. . . Oooh, you mystery/suspense builder!

And Maxical. . . what a pickle she finds herself in. While there is an element of truth to the simplistic berating she receives from Owyn, her situation is. . . well, it's complicated you see.

Overall, this episode was just plain FUN to read. Well done, mALX!

Dear MalX, what a great chapter from you again...and I echo all friend Acadian has said! You R.O.C.K!!!

But I HAVE one nit to pick with YOU....GRRR

When you wrote "Jimmy Swaggert and the PONY/Tiger Woods and the CONTINENTAL UNITED STATES" I SPEWED ALL OVER MY MONITOR...AGAIN....


I swear I'm going to SEND YOU MY CLEANING BILL in future!!! GRRR!!!

ROFL !!!! Now THAT I love to hear !!!!

Wait, I forgot these:

Liberace - The Gerbil / R. Kelly - His Own Urine / Robert Cheuvront - The Scottish Inn Motel Swimming Pool Suction Intake / Patrick Lawrence - The Pumpkin

Great to see Owyn laying down the law again. The character from the game is the perfect man to explain the 'situation' to our very mixed up kitty. I can almost hear the growl in his voice. Great chapter!!


And dont forget the role my lovely city played in that downfall. Aussies love to cut their heroes down in mid-stride, so the sneaking in of the woman to the Crown Casino was never going to play. Snakes in the grass will always kill the squawking galah.

I really like Owyn in game, he is such a good character behind that curmudgeony exterior. Thank you so much Wolf !!!




Yes, thanks to Rachel Uchitel for squawking that story loud enough that it reached the US and Tiger was outed for his wily ways !!!

@ Acadian - Ooooh, Thank you so much Acadian !!!

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@ Foxy - Thank you so much Foxy!!! Hearing someone's monitor has been sprayed makes my day !!!

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@ Winter Wolf - Thank you so very much Wolf !!! I've always liked Owyn's character in the game. On the other...I was just trying to get Foxy to spray his monitor again, lol.

I got both Morrowind for the PC and Fallout: New Vegas - my husband always gets me Xmas presents like ... a laundry basket - so I pick out my own presents every year, lol. Those were my Xmas presents to myself this year, lol.

Malx, as always you've kept me captivated. My apologies for not being able to post. New Vegas has kept me enthralled, and after that I had to replay Fallout 1/2 (FIRST TIME I EVER BEAT IT! TODAY! WOOT!). But neverthelss a great story.

Thank you so much Zalphon!!! I think almost everyone on here is playing F:NV - the forum has never been so dead, lol. You ROCK !!!

Acadian had the exact same reaction that I did to this chapter. The confrontation between Janus and Fathis was excellent! I also enjoyed the subtle tweak you gave Janus leading up to the confrontation. His ineptitude with the opposite sex while Gils is serenading in the background is just the sort of thing that I have grown to love about Maxical’s story.

And bless you Owyn for articulating the exasperation that every man has felt at one time or another! (Recently, I might add! )

ROFL !!!! I know what you are talking about, lol. (Regina II) Thank you so very much Destri !!!

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Chapter 80: Vicente



After Owyn left I slumped down on a crate inside the tent. I didn’t feel like seeing the rest of the festival. Why had Fathis chosen now to suddenly pull this, then challenged Gils that way? I fiddled unhappily with Fathis’s heavy ring, pulling it on and off to determine the enchantment on it.

An uneasy feeling sent a sudden shiver down my spine. My back was to the tent door, but before I turned my head to look somehow I knew who would be there. The handsome man from the ring line was blocking the exit. I leaped up from the crate, spinning so I faced him. I suddenly found myself wishing they hadn’t banned the wearing of weapons at the festival.

Maybe I rose too quickly, my head swam. My heart gave an odd lurching…not in fear, although that prickled the hairs on my neck and arms till they stood out. It was a strange sensation, as if something within me recognized him…was communicating, replicating some memory.

The implications of a stranger entering the seclusion of the tent were obvious…even to me. Struggling to keep the fear from my face, I moved toward the door. Testosterone emanated from him so thickly it was hard to breathe. It strangled in my throat, choking me.

“We are not strangers, you gave me this ring, remember?� He held up his hand with the promotional ring on it.

Had I spoken my thought aloud? “I gave out hundreds…�

“But you remember giving to me, do you not?�

I felt myself nodding. The heaviness in the air brought a sudden nausea. The blood in my veins began to surge and pound, accentuating the roiling of my stomach. A lassitude and feeling of weakness crept over me till my mind felt like the taffy I had eaten earlier.

He was talking in a soft voice, moving into the tent. I could barely make out the words. Without consciously giving him consent I found myself allowing him nearer me. Why wasn’t I telling him to leave…or calling for help?

“My name is Vicente. Now we are no longer strangers. You gave me a gift, tradition requires I give one in return. I have a very special gift for you, one you will like very much…�

�I gave to everyone, there is no reciprocation…�

“Ah, but they are not me, I always reciprocate.�

“The Arcane donated the rings…’twould be them you owe.�

“But this is for you. You will want this gift, it’ll bring the happiness you thought lost.�

He must have read my thoughts. “’Twould have to be magic to do that.“

“It is. A very powerful magic.“

“I do not dabble in the dark arts sir…Vicente.�






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Vicente was obviously some kind of high ranking mage; one with powers like no other I have known. He had some kind of hold over me, I couldn’t fight it…lost the desire to as he neared.

Something within me warned of danger. I felt it, but couldn‘t seem to respond. I found it impossible to look away while his eyes held mine. Suddenly with a gasp I realized he was within inches of me!

As my mouth opened to scream he clamped his hand over it, twisting me around and crushing my back to his chest. His arms were like steel bands around me, pinning mine to my sides. I tried to bite down on his hand but could not.

My struggles were useless against his strength; even kicking was impossible in this position. I pretended to black out, to give myself time to think. Oh dear gods, he is going to rape me…will he leave me alive when it’s over?

Vicente had his mouth close to my ear, whispering softly. With each word I felt my willpower being smothered, my muscles deadening till I could no longer struggle.

That’s when I realized it was magic, a spell. The words he spoke mattered not, it was merely a sound meant to carry the spell. I could feel myself screaming inside, but no sound came. Then slowly the fear was ebbing away as his voice drifted through me.

“Say you want my gift, you will never be sorry you did…�

My limbs suddenly felt too heavy to move, a dullness was suffocating any thought. The effort of keeping my head raised was taking too much strength, it rolled back onto his chest.

His words floated around me…within me. His breath left trails of lingering heat around my face; moving as if it was a life force of its own. I held my breath to keep from inhaling his, afraid to let it inside me…in case it gave him access to new areas that would waken to his spell.

“Say yes, Maxical, anything you desire will be yours…“

His voice drowned my thoughts, burying them till only his will remained. My mind felt like a weighted rag, my limbs like boulders too heavy to move. My skin was alive with burning fire, every touch seared it.

The blood surging wildly in my veins slowed suddenly. The rhythm changed to a deep throb that matched the pounding of Vicente’s heart, whose beating I could feel on my back. With each thump my veins leaped under the skin, straining against the surface as if the blood was craving to reach him.

“Tell me. Say it. Say you want the gift I have for you.�

A dark vortex like a black yawning pit eddied below me, sucking me into its depths, luring me to stop fighting against the inevitable. I could do nothing to stop him. My legs went limp below me.






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In snatches of moments it felt as if I hovered above, watching it happen apart from my own body. He lay me down in the grass floor of the tent, holding my face…forcing me to look into his eyes, drawing me down an endless pathway within his mind…time without boundaries in a realm that ordained his will, systematically removing my own.

My head slowly rolled to one side when he released it. I stared out the entrance of the tent…people walking by without stopping, probably thought we were mating in here. My mouth slacked open, but was unable to call for help.

"Release these chains from me, say you want my gift." The disembodied voice held a note of urgency.

Does he need my permission? I struggled to keep the thought in my mind…he needs permission…he needs permission…

“Say it, set me free.� His words were no longer the soft tones, but a command.

His lips hovered briefly over my neck, I felt him tense as if he was fighting an urge. The veins arched up, touching his lips as if obeying an unspoken command.

“Say yes, say it now!� The voice held desperation.

Why? It was a sign, that desperation. He needed something from me. It gave me some of my power back, or maybe it weakened him. Whatever he needed, if I could fight giving it…I would be safe from whatever he was trying to do.

He wanted me to say yes, accept his present. I wouldn’t do it. I clamped my mouth tightly, mashing the teeth into my gums, gouging cuts into them. The pain from it gave me even more strength against his spell.

He unleashed his powers fully then, it took all my might to keep my jaws clenched against speaking. My mouth was filling with my own saliva and blood from the cuts my teeth made in the gums. I was afraid to swallow or spit, terrified of losing my grip. My lips trembled, his spell forcing them open…somehow I managed to keep my mouth clenched shut beneath them.








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His spell was too powerful, my momentary burst of strength was fading rapidly. An overwhelming weakness was taking over. He pressed his mouth over mine, trying to force it open. His lips burned and his tongue brought searing hot juices into my mouth.

The cut on my lip broke open, the trickle of blood mingled with his juices. In a flash the hypnotic look in his eyes was gone, replaced with…lust. He went into a frenzy, sucking every bit of those searing juices back from my mouth. I had no strength left to fight him and steeled myself for the rape I was sure would follow.

For just a split second he drew his mouth back from mine and I tried to call for help, but only a gasp of breath escaped. His reaction was instantaneous, his lust was spent immediately and without him removing his pants. My relief was short lived.

“I can wait no more, the taste of your blood is driving me mad!� Vicente gasped out, then sank his teeth deeply into my neck…not teeth, fangs. Vicente was a vampire. He drank like a man possessed, for how long…I don’t know. A man’s voice startled me to waking.

“You’re poaching, Vicente. Trespassing in our territory.� The voice sounded familiar…I couldn’t place where I’d heard it.

As quick as that it stopped. Vicente was gone, just disappeared into thin air. I felt someone touching my neck gently. A torch being carried outside the tent door gave a flicker of illumination to the face above me.

“Jack be nimble…you saved me…thank you.� My voice cracked on the verge of hysterics that are the aftermath of realizing an ordeal is over.

“Oh, Lassie…you don’t want to thank me for that. You just close your eyes. Some things are beyond fighting, and conscience be damned.�

Testosterone was stifling in the air. His fingers gently closed my eyes for me as one would a corpse. He talked softly, his voice soothing the fear, the trauma of what Vicente put me through.

Gentle hands stroked me. “Don’t fear me Lassie, what I do now will save your life.�

“I trust you Jack be nimble…� Drowsiness had replaced the hysteria in my voice, I felt I could sleep forever.

“Don’t say that, Lass. I won’t be able to keep ye’ alive if guilt takes me over." Jack lifted my arm, holding the wrist to his lips. "Och Lass, he hasn't left but a taste. Any more and you'll be gone. Don't worry, I'm sated already this evening. The festival has given a feast to us tonight.�

I felt something soft and gentle on my neck…lips…then everything went black.

The sound of voices pulled at my consciousness. I tried to pick my head up but felt too weak. My eyelids fluttered open and a blurry white image hovered over me.

“What happened?� My voice sounded as if it came from someone else.

“I’m here, Maxical. Just lie back…hush now.�

“Hannibal!� A rush of tears choked any other words from coming.


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Sorry, mALX, but you would need to grow a prehensile tail, sprout goat horns, and have three sixes branded on your scalp to be Regina II!

Yikes! That was quite an ordeal for poor Maxical. There are some interesting developments here. Vicente proves to be the first ancient to act, and Maxical is saved by the timely intervention of untrustworthy Jak . . . all while Fathis succumbs to another of (J)anus' spells. I am left to wonder if Jak somehow removed the evidence from Maxical's neck to keep the Legion and the Mages Guild off the scent (but don't worry, I will wait patiently to find out).


I think I need a cigarette.

Still a chapter behind, but I owe comments on several so:

In Chapter 78, we begin to see the power of Fathis’ intellect when it is not clouded by magic. He immediately deduces the source of the attack- and the reason behind it. And he also demonstrates an understanding of the feminine mind- explaining his success at seduction. Interesting turn of the plot regarding Raminus…

The scene with Fathis making his vow, publicly and clearly, was first-rate.

Janus and his failed attempts to attract a new Countess (even with the assist from Gils) are again wonderfully comical- especially arriving on the heels of his dark and desperate plans for Maxical.

Paint me confused- I thought Fathis had prepared a magical resistance ring for himself with Traven’s enchanting stand. But then Janus is able to paralyze and mind-meld him… Or maybe mALX is weaving a deep plot with subtleties that defeat the dachshund brain…. Guess I will simply have to do as I always tell Mrs. Treydog when she begins quizzing me about a story- “RAFO.” (Read And Find Out)

Powerfully and well-written, mALX!

I loved that you kept this whole scene in Maxical's perspective. It was wonderful to have an entire episode inside the head of our kitty.

The flow, progression and pacing throughout this powerful tent scene was perfect. Fabulous depiction of Maxical's emotional roller coaster.

Darn it Malx...Now I have to start a new file just so I can join the Dark Brotherhood so I can kill the hungry, hungry vampire!

@ Destri - Thank you so much Destri !!! If you think I should edit that scene, I don't mind doing it at all. You are right about the neck, Jak is a gentleman...as much as possible for a vampire, lol. I appreciate your input so much!!!

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@ Treydog - AHA !!! You caught that !!!! Yes, Fathis did wear protection. Fathis realized that Janus's isolation for 50 years with only paid staff around him (or prostitutes) had left him with a lack of adeptness socially.

Right now Janus has only academic intelligence. He is smart, but has never had to apply it to anything but book learning and pontificating his viewpoints. (Jakben Imbel pointed that out)

Janus has extraordinary powers, but is unpracticed in using them.

- so far these are the only weaknesses Fathis was able to discern.


Fathis (on the other hand) has been overly social since the age of 15, he knows what drives people, how to motivate them (can manipulate them if the situation calls for it)

Fathis has applied intelligence, craftiness in battle, and street smarts.


Janus would be in for a fight if they were to go head to head. - Oh, was that foreshadowing? ... Maybe, lol.

Thank you so very much Treydog !!!

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@ Acadian - Oooh !!! Thank you so much Acadian !!!! This chapter was hard to write, balancing that line between how much detail is too much - I hope it did balance. Your kind words mean a lot to me, thank you again !!

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@ Zalphon - I had to PM you on this, Thank you so much Zalphon !!! Zalphon (or Kalarn now) can come protect Maxical anytime!!!! Thanks again, Zalphon !!!

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Chapter 81: The Aftermath



My eyelids felt like they weighed pounds as they closed back, squeezing out the tears that were stinging my eyes. I could still feel a thudding deep in my veins as I lay there listening to the rhythmic sound of Hannibal healing me.

“Jack be nimble, Jack be quick…� The childhood song kept replaying in my mind, timed with the cycle of Hannibal‘s spells.

“If you’re going to sing, I’ll be the one needing a healer.� Hannibal muttered quietly.

“I heard that.� With my eyes still shut, I poked in the direction the voice had come from.

Hannibal chuckled.

“I don’t know why, but that children’s rhyme keeps going through my head…S’Jirra used to sing it to me. Jack be nimble, Jack be quick…�

“Singing it will only stick it more firmly in your mind…and may get it stuck in mine as well. Try thinking of something else.�

“What about my neck?“ Eyes still shut, I put my hand up and felt my neck…there was no wound! “Did you heal it?�

“There is nothing there, Maxical. Is it painful?�

“I guess it was just a nightmare. That ‘Hero of the People’ got me scared with all that talk about vampires in the city, that‘s all.�

“It’s said he is quite the vampire hunter. He chased off the one that killed that young girl last week.�

“He told me the man the Legion is after is no vampire at all, that the real vampire is some Altmer that wears his hair in a buff. Sudior or something.�

“Is that what you dreamed?�

“No, he really said that. My dream was about one of the men that stood in line for a ring at the promotion...attacking me. I thought he meant to rape me, but it turned out he was a vampire and bit my neck. It…felt so vivid.�

“Do you want to tell me about it?�

“I just did.�

“I meant in more detail.�






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“Which man did you dream of Maxical?� Gils voice! My eyes flew open.

“Gils! You left without me, I looked for a note…I had to accept him, Gils…Hassiri was there…and the promotion…“

Gils ignored that. “Was it that Adonis looking creep that stared at you?�

I nodded. “Yes…I dreamed he was a vampire and attacked me…wanting to make me accept some gift. Then he drank my blood.� I reached for Gils, but he looked pointedly at Fathis’s ring on my hand and turned away from me.

“His Dark Gift?� Hannibal asked, intrigued.

“He didn’t say what color it was, just that it was powerfully magic.� I answered, still watching Gils.

“Ancient vampires can pass on all their inherited powers to someone if they choose, it’s known as the Dark Gift. The person must accept the gift because it turns them into a vampire; however, ancients can and do use spells to force the person to accept.�

“He used spells on me. His eyes were hypnotic, and his voice and breath carried spells. My brain went numb, and my arms and legs felt weak and heavy. When I wouldn’t accept his gift…he said the smell of my blood drove him mad. Then he bit my neck…and then I woke up and you were here.�

Hannibal was looking intently at me, and examined my neck again.

“Right here. That’s where Vicente bit me.�

Hannibal froze in place, his hands sticking straight out in front of him stiffly.

Gils didn’t freeze, he was fuming. “You got the man’s name when you were giving out rings?�

“No, he told me his name in my dream.�

Hannibal raised his hand and silenced both of us. “You said his name was Vicente? Maxical, that is a name of a real ancient vampire here in Cyrodiil…though no one in their right mind would describe Vicente as handsome, the man is a veritable goblin.�

“It can’t be the same man, then. This man was…like Gils said. A young Adonis.�






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Hannibal stood suddenly, his face pale “…Wait! Years ago…Vicente used illusion to alter his appearance to that of a handsome young man! He is an extraordinary Mage. This is very serious Maxical. Here, drink these potions to cure any disease. I am going to try to clear any spells he may have put on you, but these ancients use hypnotism, which can’t be removed as easily. There is an expert in town that can do it…I’ll have to contact him.“

Gils turned around quickly. “Is that the same man who is supposed to do me?“

Hannibal nodded. “My apologies, Gils. I haven’t had the chance to talk to him yet. I’ll go straight from here tonight, I give my word.�

Hannibal turned back to me. “Maxical, as long as you carry that scent, any ancient can track you much the same way hunting dogs track game. It is imperative that you lose that which draws them.“

I glanced over at Gils to see if he had heard. His face was still averted.

Hannibal pointed at Gils. “This part applies to you too, Gils. That hypnosis makes you vulnerable to any and all ancients, not just the one that put you under. You will be drawn to them…obey their commands. Just their aura can trigger that post-hypnotic suggestion, letting them know you have that access. You’ll fall under the spells their aura carries…just like that.� Hannibal snapped his fingers. “And from then on, they will control you at will…even from a distance.�

“Are there ways to fight it?� Gils asked.

Hannibal resumed healing me. “Yes. The first defense is always protection. You must always wear an enchanted item that gives you full protection from magic. I’ll give you one. Next, think strategy. Never go into battle without a plan. Know your opponent‘s weaknesses.�

“Silver and fire. Regular weapons are useless. Maxical told me.�

“Correct. Also, Vicente is allergic to garlic. It weakens him, makes him very vulnerable to magic. Timing can be crucial when dealing with ancients. They’re most vulnerable after feeding on someone. While they can still cast destruction spells, they lose all their vampire powers. It’s their most vulnerable and ineffectual state, and the best time to use spells against them. Remember though, their aura may still recognize the hypnotic access you two have.�






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“What kind of spells, fireballs or something?“ Gils leaned forward, interested.

“No. I am talking strictly about countering their vampire powers. There is a defense to any known magic, including these ancient powers…spells you can cast on them.�

“Like what Hannibal?� I prompted, glad Gils was listening.

“These are not spells you can buy, they are a sequence of movements. A catalyst is required to activate…vampire juices are excellent for that, and usually readily available if the vampire is attacking you. The spell is inert without the catalyst.�

“The juices, do they feel searing hot on touch? And what if the vampire is passing spells through them, will pushing them back into his mouth subject him to his own spell?�

“Were you kissing that vampire?� Gils demanded, the lava in his eyes looked like it was bubbling.

Hannibal ignored his interruption, looking intrigued. “I don’t know whether their own spells can be used against them. Inert juices do feel hot against our skin, but in storage the container remains cool. Spell-laden juices will heat the container they are stored in…it is considered valid proof that an ancient in our diplomatic immunity program is acting on his nature.�

“Is that why that ‘love slave’ spell Delphine and I cast on the boys didn’t work? No catalyst?�

“Correct. I was afraid if I told you why it wasn‘t working, you would somehow…procure the juices.�

“Love slave spell!� Gils glared fiercely at nothing in particular.

“That is a bit of a misnomer. It is not what it sounds like at all, Gils. That spell is used for protection, the vampire won’t harm the one that cast it on them.� Hannibal put his hand on Gils' shoulder to calm him.

“I know that one by heart, what else is there?�

“There are several, including one paralysis that is extremely powerful. You’ll have to come to the Arcane and read that tome, choose which will help you most and practice them. And Maxical, you can’t go out after dark at all now. It will not be safe as long as you are intact and drawing them to you.“






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“You really don’t think it was a dream?� I asked Hannibal, glancing at Gils.

“No I don’t.� Hannibal looked frustrated as he glanced over at Gils‘ averted profile, then back at me.

Hannibal pulled Gils to one side and began talking quietly. I tried to eavesdrop, but couldn’t hear their whispers over the noise of the crowds outside the tent. When Hannibal returned his face was an unreadable mask.

“You look awfully pale Maxical. If you’ve lost a lot of blood it could be detrimental in that Cage Match. I’m going to mix you up some things that will build your blood back up quickly. I’ll bring them by tomorrow. You’d best get back to the Bloodworks. Have Owyn heal you hourly and just rest tonight.�

“I can’t, we have to blanket the town with billboards tonight. Gils won’t be safe alone, Fathis challenged him.�

“I can get a Pit to watch my back.� Gils still had his arms folded.

“No, Gils. Fathis won’t kill you in front of me. It has to be me with you, it‘s the only way you‘ll be safe. Besides, I don‘t trust anyone to protect me from Vicente but you.�

“You can’t be out at night, Maxical!� Hannibal’s frustration sounded clearly in his voice as he saw the stubbornness reflecting in my eyes.

“Hannibal…Fathis will kill Gils if I’m not with him. And mad at me or not, Gils will protect me with his life. I am safe in his care.�






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Gils insisted on carrying and hanging all the billboards himself, fuming and cursing the whole time under his breath as we blanketed the city with them. He refused to speak to me, or respond when I spoke to him. I stayed glued to his side casting detect life constantly, my eyes swiveling like an owl‘s till they ached from it.

As the night wore on the streets emptied out, and even the guard patrols thinned. We were nearing the last billboards to hang when I caught the strong scent of testosterone emanating from the alley beside the store we were posting the billboard on.

A pleasurable feeling enveloped me at the aroma of it. My eyelids drooped. Almost as soon as the feeling hit me I caught sight of two lovers mating on the ground, just barely into the alley. I elbowed Gils and pointed. He cussed loudly.

Gils cursing must have frightened the man, he left quickly…just disappeared. The woman was left behind, sprawled out on the ground. She wasn’t moving.



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F.A.N.T.A.S.T.I.C Plotweaving and explanation of hypnosis and spellcraft!!!



I am awed....

Only one small nit, MalX. Testosterone doesn't have any scent that can be identified conciously...

...wait, that's for human species. I suspect Khajit are different!

In this setting, 'musk' would be better than 'testosterone'.

After all, it is used as the base for many perfumes . . .

And the reason billy goats smell so bad . . .

And tom cat urine can make your eyes water (not neutered or girl cat pee) . . .

And sweaty men are so stinky . . .

And - well, you get the aroma!

HARRRRUMPH! We men do NOT Stink.

Why, now just sniff here ....

*DFoxy lifts up his elbow, exposing his armpit*


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....Why is everyone flat on the floor???

It's a manly smell !!!

I think Foxy nailed it. A female khajiit like Maxical might identify the smell of musk as testosterone, considering that it doesn’t occur in women (though I admit that I too bristle a bit at being lumped in with billy goats and eye-watering tom cats! Thanks hautee .).

I think that this might rank right up there with waking up in the Anvil infirmary as one of the worst days in Gil’s life!

And with all this talk of inert and, well, ert juices flying around . . . why is no one concerned about apprehending all the feces-flinging monkeys that are still loose in the Imperial City? Just saying.

Chapter 65: The Great Ape Rebellion (Page 28)

Owyn raised his snifter to me. “I’m proud of you for keeping your mind on the fight with all that going on, [censored] wild beasts. It’ll be tonight before you get your belt, they closed the Arena to capture them …but for right now…here’s to you, Gladiator. He drained his snifter.

Oops! Sorry, mALX. That completely escaped me the first time. Too bad, I was having a really good time picturing those monkeys wandering through the Arboretum. It kept reminding me of Operation Primate Spear Gun!

That was F'n hilarious !!!!!!!

Adding some nice depth here on vampires, their powers and limitations.

So, it seems Vincente has the ability to change his appearance from that of a toasted crumpet (or goblin, as you say) to a handsome fellow. I suspect he is able to revert to his appearance before he became a vampire?

Nit: Unless I misread, I believe the 'a' is better off gone?