The Tales of Two Fangs

When Calls The Heart

We'll only be there for five minutes, she says. I just have to sell some things she says. That was over an hour ago and yet they were still in the marketplace, not selling a single thing. Instead talking to the children about recent adventures and talking to adults about gossip from other towns.

Serana stood under the overhang by Belethors shop and watched as the dragonborn entertained the children of Whiterun with exasperated hand movements, sharing their smiles and giggles as they learnt about her recent dragon encounters or how she got bit in the butt by wolves she didn't hear coming.

The vampire wasn't aware of her own smile growing the more she observed.

The world around her began to shake, the fresh scent of blood further coaxing her into consciousness. It was powerful, a vampire but also more. There was a Daedric and fiery spice to it, intoxicating. Finally the entire tomb shook wildly and she felt her prison rise to the surface.

The stone wall fell away and she barely had time to react before she fell forwards, gravity forcing her out of the monolith. A gasp not her own echoed throughout the chamber as a pair of slender arms caught her before she hit the ground. She was carefully lowered to the ground with her saviour coming with her, resting her against the stone prison.

The air felt heavy and dusty which caused the four thousand year old vampire to cough raggedly and dryly, she didn't want to open her eyes just yet - feeling the light pouring in from a hole in the cave ceiling. A bottle was pressed against her lips when the coughing subsided enough and she expected... well anything but blood. But she was drinking blood from a bottle gifted to her by a strange vampire she didn't know the scent of.

When the bottle was finally empty she dared to open her eyes. A gorgeous nord woman knelt before her, watching her with concerned eyes. Most vampires would be wary of another especially given the circumstances but not this one, this one was different. A gloved hand reached up and wiped away a stray line of blood that dribbled past her lips, a soft smile being offered to her she weakly reciprocated.

"Who sent you here?" The raven haired woman internally winced at how raspy her voice sounded, over four thousand years of not using her own voice stuck in eternal sleep has that effect apparently.

"Well, I actually stumbled across this place by accident. There was a snow storm outside and I may have gotten lost and came into the cave for shelter. Overheard other vampires talking about killing vigilants and looking for something so I got curious and here we are." Her voice was different from what she expected. It was sweet and light, not rough.

Serana finally got a good look at her, her hair was as white as snow and long past her shoulders. Her lips were blood red and looked so soft, she had many small scars on her face - one across the bridge of her nose, one on the left side of her lips and then the scars that really stood out. Three large scars cut from her right eyebrow down through her eye to her middle cheek, a beast caused this scar. Purple warpaint circled her eyes and trailed down the sides of her face ending at the bottom of her throat. Bright orange eyes regarded her with amusement doing their own physical assessment.

"Want to tell me why you were locked away in a cave?" The question snapped the vampire out of her observation.

"I.... I would but I don't think I can. I'm sorry. it's just... I don't know who you are or whether or not I can trust you just yet." She refuses to meet the other vampire's eyes.

"Well trust takes time to build so we can work on that, as for who I am, I'm Maeva - Mae for short. If you don't like that then Dragonborn will do though I prefer my name."