Of Fond Memories [Skyrim and WoW one shots] (Requests Closed)

(Skyrim) Vilkas- Snowberries. Part- 2

Note: Well, I didn't know if I had the idea for a part two of this chapter, but it seems that the part one has been pretty depressing and you guys would like a happier part two. I'm not really sure if I can call the ending of this chapter very happy but I guess I can call it sweet.
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About three months has passed since the dreadful mission that Vilkas had accomplished alongside (y/n). Though it was a victory for the companions, it didn't come without a price. The mission that (y/n) and Vilkas was on, had took (y/n) from him. They had grown so fond of each other, he even planned to tell her that he was a werewolf.
However, he didn't wish to taint her soul with Hircine's curse and didn't wish to make her a werewolf. If she is in Sovngarde, then it's only because he didn't allow her to become a creature of night, a werewolf.
By remembering this, Vilkas is able to make peace with reality, that even though his beloved had left this world, her soul is in peace.
Vilkas stood like a lone wolf, watching the darkening sky. Alone, with a chilling wind traveling across the land. His dark hair motioned in the wind before becoming still again.
There was something strange about tonight. Vilkas's heart felt strangely restless, his mind unable to focus and his grief seemed to have increased ten folds.
The companion had arrived at the place where (y/n) was slain, he felt as if he could hear her painful scream just as fresh as that dreadful day. He thought he would see her fall on the ground just like that day if he stared at the fort for too long. A single tear slid down his face as he sighed and looked away from there.
Vilkas felt as if the entire world's burden was resting on his heart, as if it would explode any moment now.
The companion tried not to think about the events of that day, for if he loses his control over his grief, he would go mad with pain and perhaps become a wolf in his rampant emotions. That was a risk he was not willing to take, because that's a problem that is going to hurt him more than anyone else.
"Three months" Vilkas thought, it was scary when he looked back at the amount of time that had passed since (y/n) was taken from him, and yet the pain of her passing cuts him as if it was yesterday.
Vilkas didn't even realize that tears had begun to slide down his grey eyes, he had begun to weep and cursing fate for being so ruthless to him. (Y/n) was the only person he had cared so dearly about, and here he was, unable to even save her.
A strange pain began to well up in his chest, he looked at his hands, only to find that they were growing claws and thick layers of fur. What he had feared was now springing into reality "no... no! It must not..." he muttered, trying all he can to stop the transformation but only could watch helplessly as the curse slowly deformed him.
Soon, Vilkas was a werewolf, letting out a piercing howl at the moon, running around the silverhand fort like a mindless being. Killing and consuming anything and everything in his path. Madly assaulting and recklessly killing the silverhand forces in the fort. Vilkas couldn't tell what caused him to run mindless, was it the rampant emotions or the cruel memories or simply the call of his curse.

After about an hour of rampage through the fort, Vilkas turned his gaze to a hamlet far away from the fort, across the Mara's Eye pond. If not for its lights, Vilkas would not have seen it. But now he had and he would kill... innocents.
"Is there nothing that will stop me from this?!" A little voice at the back of mind screamed, which sounded faint, almost inaudible amidst the madness of his lycanthropic form.
The wolf howled once more before he began to run towards the village, hungry for flesh, lusting after blood.
Just when he was sure that this killing haze of his wouldn't stop, a strong force pushed him back inside the fort.
Causing him to hit his head against the stonewall.
"Are you seeing yourself Vilkas?!" a strangely familiar voice shouted from the mists of the evening. Vilkas squinted his eyes to look, he could see a strangely glowing figure, he, at first, thought that it was a wispmother but seeing the absence of wisps, he pushed that thought aside.
"You have become mindless! This isn't the brave warrior I knew" the voice continued as the figure came closer to him.
"(Y/n)?" Vilkas was able to talk as his wolf form began to reverse.
A cold touch brushed against his cheek, so cold and yet so caring "what are you doing Vilkas? This isn't you..." Vilkas was now sure that it was (y/n), his (y/n).
Happiness had overcome any grief he had as he smiled at the apparition of (y/n), holding her hand that was pressed against his face
"But... how did you... I thought you were..." Vilkas didn't know what to say, he felt confused and happy, as if he was dreaming
"Though my corporeal form is no longer in this world, I am and always will be watching you from afar... guiding you away from the darkness within you" she said gently
Vilkas was disheartened upon hearing that, but he felt peace. For the first time in a long while he had felt such, he knew that the apparition wasn't going to be here forever, he was grateful to be able to talk with his beloved... even if it was for the final time...