Fire And Fangs

Chapter 6

Morgan awoke with a splitting headache. She groaned loudly and tried to gather her covers around her for warmth. She felt so damned cold. It was after a few moments when she realised that instead of the smooth silken sheets that normally covered her bed, her fingers were grabbing something similar to fur...

She opened her eyes again after a few more minutes of agony and looked around. And finding herself lying in a small fur-bed in the middle of what looked like a cave. There was an iron door nearby with chains wrapped around it.

Oh for the love of Talos....

She had been kidnapped and was in a bandit cave. How the hell had this happened though? There had been two Dawnguard soldiers stationed outside her home, not to mention the dozens of soldiers that were still sober during the festivities. So how had they managed to slip by all of them without even raising a single alarm?

Then the memory of what happened started to come back. The vampire straddling her as she kissed her, feeling her touch and shivering with delight at the contact...the teeth piercing her throat gently...then nothing.

Morgan scrambled to her feet and instantly felt dizzy and put her hands onto her legs, realising that she now wore a shorter skirt that she had last night and a ragged tunic. She shivered again from what she thought was the cold draught that came in and she also felt very thirsty...

Very thirsty.

"Oh you're awake"

Morgan looked at the iron door to see the vampire standing on the other side, her hand on her hip and smiling at her. What the hell was she so happy about? She was going to tear her apart.

"You better start running" Morgan said before coughing once, wondering why she felt so thirsty.

Serana held her fear in check at that threat. The Dragonborn with her now-mixed blood would be far more powerful than even her mother would be one day, not to mention her Voice. Didn't she see why she had done what she did? Obviously not it seemed.

"You're thirsty aren't you. Its not surprising. You've been here for three days now" she carried on.

"WHAT?"

The cave rumbled as the Dragonborns' thu'um escaped her briefly before she reined in her power once more and gave Serana a bewildered look instead of anger. Which suited Serana just fine, she didn't want to fight Morgan in any way.

"I have a drink right here" she said, ignoring Morgans' snort of annoyance at not getting a clear reply and holding her arm out to grab a single bandit by the throat and not so gently wrenching the door open and flinging him through before shutting the reinforced door again.

Morgan looked at the man who wore rags like hers now. No armour or weapons. She felt warmer as she stepped a little closer, the man stepping back once to keep their distance.

"By Talos...your eyes...." he muttered before turning to Serana.

Serana cocked her head and smiled at him.

"Maybe you should watch what she is doing rather than what I am doing?" she said.

The man spun around to see the Dragonborn walking closer and closer, her feet taking more and more steps towards him in an increasing pace, her orange eyes ravenous with hunger. He screamed as she leapt, her legs wrapping around him and her fangs piercing his neck ferociously before falling onto the ground, the woman on top of him.

Serana smiled as she watched her feed, ignoring the mans' quickly silenced yelling as Morgan took his life. It was always difficult to control the hunger but when she was sated, she would feel much better and actually talk to her instead of just wanting to kill her. And she would tell her everything she wanted to know. She was a sister of the night like her after all.