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It wasn't not unusual for Feyorn to go out and find a...
Well, a victim, for lack of a better word.
Usually he wouldn't want or need one, but sometimes he'd have a patient whose life he deemed more important than that of a random passer-by. This was one of those cases. The Bosmer wasn't too difficult to remove from the main roads by force. Vampires do possess greater physical strength than the average person.
He didn't have to take her far, just down an alleyway, out of the city, and a short ways away. A makeshift laboratory in a cave, which was one of the reasons he'd never be considered a proper member of society but what will be, will be.
She struggled, of course. At first. Knocking someone unconscious had never been difficult for Feyorn either.
"I abhor violence," he said, sternly, as the womer started to come to. "You made me act very violently, what with your struggling to get away. I'm very disappointed. I was going to make this quick, but now I think I have to make it hurt. I only need a few of your organs, but I can still make that excruciating. Have you ever had a lung removed as you use it? Probably not. Me neither. But I've heard it's terrible," he explained, picking up a blacksmith's hammer and a sharp knife.
"Have to break the ribcage open. A quick smack to the shield-bone on your chest should do that, after I get the pesky skin out of the way."
He paused. "Oh, and don't try to run. I poisoned you while you were out. Paralysis is so useful, wouldn't you say?"
And then... then he got to work.
