It has been a bit since I have written, as much has been going on. I met the vampire that was watching me. He is young in appearance, but older than I. He said that he was in some way related to Count Verandis of Ravenwatch, though of course I have no way of knowing this for certain. He has blonde hair, which is stark difference from Verandis, whom I have seen, though not really met. I am sure the lasses would find the young man handsome, and he is well built, though not like a stocky fighter or broad shouldered knight. More like a runner, or even a swimmer. He told me his name was long forgotten, to simply call him Seguriul. He was an Imperial, which lead me to doubt his relation to Verandis.
He was intriguing none the less.

Segurial told me that he was turned into a vampire when he was only 17 years of age, a young boy living in Cyrodiil at the time of the reign of Versidue Shaie. That puts him somewhere in the early common era or late 1st era, when Tamriel was ruled by a snake man. This alone peeked my interest, as we spoke for hours on how things were different. I have read many tomes of these times, but to speak to one who lived in it was amazing. He said times were much harder for vampires when he was turned, or so at the time it felt so. They were not tolerated in any setting, and certainly none would be considered for the position of Duke. He looked a bit disappointed when I said I was really not interested in the times of vampires, I was more interested in how the lives of mortals were.
These stories, they simply held and peeked my interest.
His smile returned and he told me of the life and times. It was getting late into the night, and neither of us had fed. He told me that he could not tolerate the sun light, in any aspect, and that he would need to go. I know there are vampires that cannot stay in the sun, but I do believe he is the first I have really spoken with. I personally can stand the sun, but it greatly diminishes me, and I much much prefer to stay from it. The best a mortal can understand is that it gives me the feeling of having Brain Rot. I hear there are others that are nearly unaffected by the sun, but feel much stronger at night.
I cannot imagine burning up like a torch, though, simply because the sun touches my skin.


I hunted several times with Segurial. He knew the best places to find the easiest prey. He was amazed that I would not feed on the good citizens of the cities, but that my prey was found in the underbelly of the world. Thieves, ***, murderers. It was not because of any honor that I choose them, it is because their deaths or them missing would not cause panic. They died violent deaths many times over, came up missing when wanted by law, or left for other cities without a word. Nothing was odd if they simply fell off the edge of Tamriel.
Sometimes Segurial would leave me, and find his own hunting grounds. He would tell me of a noble lass that he would seduce to be alone with him, or a rich store owner that wanted a lad in private.
"They drink fine wine, and only eat the very best of the fatted calf Jerrin, you really do not know what you are missing," he would tell me. I must admit I was intrigued, as he described the taste was far different. Still, I refused. I warned him this would be of no good consequence to him, then he pointed out how much older he was. That was fair enough, as he was very correct. However, I pondered if maturity was furthered since the body no longer aged. He seemed in many ways my younger brother, not my elder.
Segurial brought me to his hidden lair. It appeared simply as a hollowed out cave, but he lead me deeper in, until he opened up a secret entrance. The stone itself rolled back, and there were arcane writings all over the wall before me. He removed something from his pocket that appeared as a key, but larger with runes covering it. Placing it in a carved out section of this stone door before us, it began to glow, and the stone door opened.
It was not outlandishly large, but it had several rooms squared out of the rock itself. Segurial said he did not create the place, it was probably here long before it belonged to Segurial. It belonged to another vampire at one time, and now was his.
I did not question further, as it appeared he did not wish to discuss this.
He had treasures that I had never seen before, and was rich enough to start his own kingdom it seemed. He explained that the treasure had no real meaning to him. I understood completely, as the riches of man have little meaning to the immortal vampire.
"When I leave here, I will leave this behind," Segurial told me, and I believed him completely. I asked what he meant by leave here, but he did not care to elaborate, saying that some secrets are best kept to ones self. Again, this I understood completely.

I ventured out before I usually do, the rays of the sun were still creeping past the hills. It was uncomfortable, but could not be avoided. I needed to see. My shame was too great as I saw the ashen burned body of what was once my friend Seguirial. He was gone forever, a creature much older than I. I must interject that I had no real love, as a mortal may feel, for him. However, I will still call him friend because I enjoyed the conversations of times I knew nothing of. As a vampire cursed, I have lived many many years, and I study much of what is going on. This is why mortals bore me, there is not much they can tell me that I have not learned.
My shame stems from the fact that I did nothing to try and save him. It was not fear that kept me from it, it was simply inconvenient for me to do such. That I fear is part of the curse, or maybe I am this way because of the curse and my own losses. Either way, Segurial was gone. I tell myself it was by his own makings, something I warned him of and he refused listening. How he lived this long while being so reckless is beyond me. As I feel the air becoming cooler, the sun now fully set and the last pains of daylight quickly retreating to the horizon, I feel my hunger begin to build. I watched the people of the town walk by, barely noticing me, and never realizing the threat was far from over. I began to hunger, only increasing my shame, but all the while knowing I would feed on one of them later.

I am vampire.