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【书籍搬运】Vampires of the Iliac Bay Chapter II Iliac 海湾地区的吸血鬼( 第二章 )

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英文名:Vampires of the Iliac Bay C2
作者:未知
原文出处:http://www.uesp.net/wiki/Tamriel:Vampires_of_the_Iliac_Bay
翻译:yahoocom

在第一章里我讲述了我变成吸血鬼的经过和我第一次捕杀的猎物.这可能会使我的读者受到惊吓,因为我的第一个猎物是我在普通人时候的一位朋友.在我所听过的故事里,朋友通常不会成为第一个猎物.

我在小巷中丢下了那具雪白的尸体,之后我向我认为唯一的安全地点跑去,那就是墓地.在变成不死之身的最初两天中,我一直在考虑我的命运并且没有吸任何血液.饥饿感随之袭来,但我很快发现我在某方面的能力得到了加强:我变得更有力量,更加强壮,更加敏捷.而且我得到了一些新的能力,在我还是骑士时我曾看到过一些强大的法师使用过它们.接下来,我又得到了一样新能力,那就是对疾病的免疫.这对我去那些被瘟疫肆虐的城市(例如jackal)很有用.

在得到新能力的同时我也发现了自己的弱点.我不能在阳光下呆太长的时间——暴露在阳光底下多几秒中就会使我严重地灼伤.同时进入那些神庙和其它祭神的地方都会使我痛苦万分.最糟糕的一点,就是我对血液有了强烈的依赖性.如果每晚我不杀一只温血动物来补充血液的话,饥饿感就会不停地折磨我,我身上那些伤口也永远不会痊愈.

那时我必须要接受这种命运,难道我喜欢把自己变成一个夜晚的吸血怪物吗?只在夜晚活动是不太可能的,因为这样可能造成很多不方便.但我不会每晚都猎杀人类,我需要的仅仅是一些温血动物.兽人的血液非常鲜美,就像营养丰富的肉汤那样;如果拿老鼠的血液作为正餐的话觉得味道太甜了一点;狼人的鲜血也很美味, 味道介于人类和野兽之间.美味的鲜血能使你心情愉快.

在我死后一个月,我享受着我一生中最美好的时光.但在一个夜晚,我接到了一封信,信是从某个"家族"的成员那里寄过来的.好奇心驱使着我去一家旅店里和他会面了.在那里,他告诉我属于一个叫作"Montali"的吸血鬼部落.为了更好的让我为家族服务,那位在旅店的家族成员开始对我进行吸血鬼能力和技巧的训练.

尽管我不能十分的确定,但通过猜测我认为吸血鬼部落应该是由地理环境和自身能力来决定的.Montalion家族的成员有着传送魔法的能力,另外八种吸血鬼家族也有着自身独特的能力.

我的导师(这个头衔是他自称的)在我每次执行完任务后都会抱以祝贺,他对我的信任感也与日俱增.如果我问他问题的话,他会告诉我Montalion家族最近的盟友,谁被操纵以及谁被围捕.但最后惊恐感却占据了我,因为所有敌对的吸血鬼家族都在吸食着Tamriel大陆的鲜血.

我开始惊慌了.我想尽快地找到治愈吸血鬼病的方法,但每一本书或者每一句传闻都告诉我吸血鬼是永远不能治愈的.因此我试图杀死我自己,但在死前我想要把 Montalion家族也拉下水.我加入了家族明令禁止的工会,并搞砸了每一个家族任务.我认为我的导师应该会很快和我敌对起来.没想到的是,他只是比以前更加安静了,也不向我提供一些信息.但仅此而已,他并没有什么有敌意的举动.就好像他根本不关心的那样.也许他以前见过和我有类似行为的吸血鬼吧.

他为什么不攻击我?事实是拥有不死之身的人也有着永恒的耐心.

最终他拒绝给我指派任何任务了.他甚至不和我说话,但他却从没有离开那家旅店.我可以随意进出他的房间,但他只是看着并不和我说任何话.后来我又接到了第二封信.

有一些人和我一样.知道吗?他们以前都曾是吸血鬼,我知道怎么找到他们.我们也非常的有耐心:我们研究着吸血鬼病.看着,听着并匿名接触了一些想要恢复人性的吸血鬼.

结束吸血鬼的诅咒是可能的,但是这会非常的危险.一旦你被吸血鬼病所附身,你就不能逃离那真正的危险.

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I told in the first chapter of my story how I became a vampire and of my first kill. While it might (and, indeed, should) horrify the reader that my first victim was a friend of the mortal I used to be, it is my understanding that they are not uncommon first kills.
I left the snow white corpse in the alley and ran to the only place I felt perversely safe, the masoleum [sic]. For the first couple days of my undeath, I starved myself while I considered my fate. I relearned what I was capable of doing, and found that I was stronger, faster, tougher, and more agile than before. I had powers that as a knight I had only seen powerful mages wield. Later, I discovered additional abilities, such as a total immunity to disease. Helpful when descending on a plague-stricken city like a jackal.
I also found my weaknesses. I could no longer stand the light of the sun -- exposure to it for longer than a few seconds burned me terribly. It also pained me to enter temples and other places of worship. The worst effect, of course, had to be my blood lust. If I did not kill a warm blooded creature once a night and drink its blood, my hunger would gnaw at me, and any wounds I suffered would not heal no matter how much I rested.
Is this the moment for me to admit that there was a time I loved being a bloodsucking creature of the night? It is not impossible to live only at night, merely occasionally inconvenient. And I wouldn't have to kill humans every night, merely warm-blooded creatures. Orcs have a delicious, rich brothy blood; rats are a little sweet for the only meal of the night; werewolves are a real treat, almost decadent the tincture between human and beast. A real gourmet's delight.
About a month after I died, I was having the best time of my life. One night, I received a letter from someone who said he was "family." Curious, I went to visit him at his tavern, and was told about the tribe of vampires to which I belonged -- the Montalion. In return for me performing certain duties for the "family," the man at the inn would train my in my vampiric abilities and skills.
Though I never got very much detail, I surmised that the two main differences between the different vampire clans is geography and powers. Montalion alone have the gift for teleportation, but the other eight have powers of their own.
My mentor (that is the title he used) would congratulate me after each mission I performed, and came to trust me more and more. If asked, he would tell me about the Montalion's newest alliances, who they were manipulating, who they were stalking. It was then I started to become frightened at last. They, and all of their rival clans, were draining the blood of Tamriel itself.
I panicked. I had to find a cure. But nowhere could I find any book or rumor suggesting that vampirism is anything but permanent. So I resolved to kill myself, but I wanted to bring the Montalion down with me. I joined guilds they opposed, and failed any mission given to me spectacularly. I thought my mentor would turn against me, but he only became quieter, less forthcoming with information, never violent. He was not concerned. He had probably seen vampires like me before.
Here's why he never attacked me: immortals can afford to be eternally patient.
At last, he refused to give me any further missions. He wouldn't even talk with me, but he never left his tavern. I could come and go, and he'd watch but never talk. That's when I got another letter.
There are several of us, you see, former vampires who know what to look for. We're patient too: we learned it in our unlife. We watch and listen, and anonymously contact the vampires we know wish to end the curse.
Ending the curse is possible, but only just. It is very dangerous, but when you are cursed, the only real danger is no escape.

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