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【书籍搬运】Vampires of the Iliac Bay Chapter I Iliac 海湾地区的吸血鬼( 第一章 )

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英文名:Vampires of the Iliac Bay Chapter I
作者:未知
原文出处:http://www.uesp.net/wiki/Tamriel:Vampires_of_the_Iliac_Bay
翻译:yahoocom

在Tamriel大陆生活着超过100种的吸血鬼.光Iliac海湾地区就生活了9种不同种类的吸血鬼,每一种都有自己独特的力量和能力.我之所以知道这些信息不仅仅是因为我在生命的最后十年里一直都在研究这种疾病,更重要的是在17年前,我曾经是他们中的一员.

吸血鬼病是一种疾病,就像脑膜炎和霍乱那样,但是它比前两种疾病要更具危险性.一个人成为吸血鬼有可能是受到某种魔法物品的作用,或者是被某位强大的巫师所诅咒;但此疾病最常见的感染方法就是被一个吸血鬼啃咬或者抓伤.在发作之前患者不会有任何症状,但是有一点例外——就是患者在被吸血鬼袭击后在深夜会被恶梦所困扰.

经过两到四天后,疾病开始发作.但那时,患者还是一个普通人,大部分神庙和教堂中的牧师可以将此病移除,并不留下任何后遗症.

现在我已经不记得垂死的感觉了.我当时是一个不知名的骑士公会里的一个卫兵.有一天,当地一个贵族的女儿被一位神秘的男人所绑架了,而我的队长已经找到了他的藏身地点.我奉命独自深入那个黑暗的地牢去寻找那位被绑架的女孩.找到了女孩后,我发现她已经死去,她的尸体颜色像白色的雪一般,体内的血液已经被吸的一滴也不剩了.那时,我明白了那位神秘男人到底是什么人物了.但不幸的是,在我找到出口前他就发现了我.在打斗的过程中他挖去了我手臂上的一大块皮肉. 后来我终于设法逃离了那个地方,现在回想起来真是心有余悸.我很庆幸自己能够活下来.

回骑士公会的路程大概要五天时间.因此我决定找个地方好好休息一下,那样也可以使我手臂上的伤口复原,防止它继续恶化.现在我已经记不起那天夜晚的梦境的具体内容了——-但是梦境中可怕的情景却使我不能够拒绝.我醒来后大声叫喊.第二个夜晚,在那个离我目的地很近的那个小旅店,我睡的很沉而且没有做任何的梦.第三晚过后,我死了.

当然,那时我并不知道我已经死亡.我在一张铺着天鹅绒温暖的床上昏昏睡去,但当我醒来时我发现自己正躺在一间停尸房里的一张潮湿的石板上.昏沉中我打开了停尸房的大门,来到外头.在这个公墓不远处有座我所熟悉的小镇,于是我就游荡了过去.那时正值深夜,所以大街上几乎没有人影.我停了下来开始看一张公共告示,在告示中我发现那天的真实日期比我记忆中的要晚了两个星期.

正当我迷惘之际,我突然发现了一个女孩.我认识她,她就住在这个镇中我最喜欢的那家旅店里.她慢慢地向我走来,我走了过去向她打了声招呼,但她却没有理睬我.我叫了声她的名字,她转过了身,面带笑容,但她脸上的表情却仿佛说她并不认识我.我在去那个神秘男人藏身处之前曾拜访过她的旅馆,而她现在竟然不认识我!

我告诉了她我的名字.但她却生气地告诉我别拿她开玩笑:我并不像那个拜访过她旅店的勇敢骑士,而且我已经死了.我心里百感交加,我想马上告诉她这并不是一个玩笑,我现在的外貌已经不像从前的我了.显然,她对我的死去感到悲伤,我因此也被感动.渐渐地我理解了我现在的身份,我被此惊呆了.突然一种强烈的本能感超越了我的理智—-饥饿.我不加思索地扑向了她并撕裂了她的喉管.我吮吸着她的鲜血直到她的尸体的颜色也变成白雪那样,就像我在那个神秘男人的地牢下见到的那样.

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There are over one hundred distinct kinds of vampire in Tamriel. The Iliac Bay region alone has nine variations with unique powers and abilities. I have this information not only because I have been researching this blight of the world for the last ten years of my life, but because for the seven years before that, I was one of the creatures.
Vampirism is a disease, like brain rot or cholera, but far, far more insidious. One can become a vampire through certain magical items or by the curse of a powerful wizard, but the most common cause is the bite or scratch of a vampire. There are no symptoms of vampirism except this -- if the victim sleeps after the attack but before he becomes a vampire, his sleep will be plagued with nightmares.
During this two to four day period, when the disease has been spread but the victim is still mortal, most any temple healer can remove the curse of vampirism. There will be no further warning.
I do not remember dying. I had been a scout for an order of knights which shall go nameless for this. A daughter of a local nobleman had been kidnapped by a mysterious character, and my captain had located his hideout. Deep in the dank underground chambers, I searched until I found the girl. Or what remained of her, a corpse the color of snow, drained of every drop of blood. I knew what the mystery man was right then, but he found me before I found the exit out. He took a good sized hunk out of my fighting arm before I managed to outrun him. I figured I was lucky to be alive. Some luck.
My trip back to the knightly order was a five day journey. I decided to get some rest early to get my arm in better shape in case I found any more trouble. I can't remember the dreams I had that night -- only that I was doing something horrible and I couldn't stop myself. I woke up screaming. The next night, at an inn a little closer to my destination, my sleep was deep and dreamless. On the third night, I died.
Of course, I didn't know that I died. I had gone to sleep in a nice warm feathered bed and I woke on a cold wet stone mortuary slab. Dazed, I opened the door to the masoleum I was in, which I think must have been locked. I was in a cemetary [sic] not far from a town I knew, so I wandered in. It was late at night, so there were precious few souls in the streets. I paused to read a public notice and noticed the date. The date was two weeks later than I thought it must have been.
As I puzzled over that, I saw a girl, a wench at my favorite tavern in that town, wandering toward me. I hailed her. She ignored me. I called her by her name, and she turned to me, smiling, but with an expression that told me she did not know who I was. I had visited her tavern on my way over to the mystery man's hideout, but she didn't know me!
I told her my name. She angrily told me that it was a very poor joke, that I looked nothing like the brave knight who used to visit the town, and that if I didn't know he was dead. My emotions were a tangled skein. I could tell she was not joking, that I looked nothing like myself. I was touched by her sorrow at my death, and horrified by the idea dawning on me of what I had become. Suddenly, an overriding instinct overcame all my thoughts -- hunger. Without even thinking about what I was doing, I reached out and tore her throat open. I drained her until she looked like the corpse in the mystery man's dungeon.
The rest of my story is told in Vampires of the Iliac Bay, Chapter II.

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