Night fell over the area, the ambiance shifted from bright and sunny to dark and cloudy as the sun went down. Jeroo-Shei felt more at home at this camp. The night was really cloudy and Jeroo-Shei liked cloudy nights. Being a vampire, he always loved night time, but cloudy nights especially. And the clouds werent enough to ruin the atmosphere's serenity. The scaly vampire felt as if he could crawl into a grave and sleep cozily until the end of time. Even the humming vibrations connecting between the Argonians and the Hist could not feel more soothing.
Jeroo-Shei decided to stay awake though and enjoy such a consolatory night. The stars shined so bright and were beautiful. Jeroo-Shei climbed overtop of some barrels and crates and made his temporary nest right there, laid down and relaxed with the back of his hooded head resting on top of the palms of his hands. And his tail was lying out forward with the tip of it resting on his leg.
Unfortunately, after about 13 minutes of meditation, this state of serenity ended. An arrow soared through the sky at almost light speed, exaggerating of course, it still had an unnatural velocity. The arrow flew right above Jeroo-Shei's argonian snout, missing its intended target, and lodged into the wooden shaft of the tent right next to the mountain-like stack of barrels and crates he was lying on. Jeroo-Shei popped open his scaly eyelids. Jeroo-Shei reached his hand over to where the arrow was protruding from. Jeroo-Shei grabbed it and attempted to pull it out. It was in pretty deep, so he struggled and tugged it thoroughly, shaking some of the crates underneath him, until he finally pulled it out.
Jeroo-Shei grasped the arrow like a dagger, clenching it into his fist. He gently touched the tip of the arrow with his free hand's index finger. It burned his the tip of his finger excruciatingly as it made contact and drops of blood began seeping rapidly through his finger and through the leather of his Vampire Gauntlet on that hand. This arrow clearly had an enchantment designed for killing undead. Jeroo-Shei knew this was no accident. No stormcloaks missed a target while training, no hunter missed a deer in the woods, someone or some thing clearly wanted him dead. The question was: Who or what was it? And how did whatever it is get by the walls and guards of the camp? They must be more skilled in stealth than Jeroo!
Jeroo-Shei hopped down the mountain of crates and barrels and landed on the ground, performing a soumersault as his feet his the grass beneath him. He grabbed his crossbow from the slot on the back of his armor, underneath his cloak, unsheathed it and steadily held it, yelling
"Who's there?!" into the inner walls. His vampiric eyes pierced into the dark but nobody was seen.
Suddenly, he felt the familiar feel of the leather material from the arms of the Vampire Armor wrap around his neck in a choke hold which caused him to drop his crossbow. As he was struggling to break free, he looked up and saw the face of an Altmer Vampire. The High Elf parasite yelled,
"DIE HERETIC!" and reached into the sky with a
Silver Sword in his hand.
Jeroo-Shei reacted quickly and headbutted the elf with the back of his head. His hood flew off in the wind, exposing the small pair of horns on his head. As Jeroo hurled his cranium backwards the horns stabbed right into the Elf's eyes, blinding the elf. The Altmer screamed loudly in pain, dropped his sword, and released Jeroo-Shei from his choke hold to cover the immense amount of blood streaming down his eye sockets. As the elven worm was bending over, covering his eyes in agony, Jeroo-Shei quickly unsheathed his katar from the slot on the side of his thigh. Jeroo did a 360 spin, the first circle around he clobbered the elf with the back of his empty fist, the momentum causing the Altmer to release his hands from his eye sockets. At the 2nd circle, Jeroo-Shei finished him off and plunged the Katar's blade into his chest as he was staggering in pain. The Altmer vampire collapsed to the floor, dead, with a pool of blood emanating from his eye sockets and the giant wound in his chest.
Jeroo-Shei picked up his crossbow off the ground and sheathed it on his back once more. However, all the Elf's yelling seemed to have caught the attention of the rest of the camp...