Fire And Fangs

Chapter 7

Serana charged right into the first werewolf, picking up the foul smelling creature by the throat and tossing it down the sloping pathway, and snorted with amusement when its head collided with the ground.

Weaklings.

She avoided a ferocious claw swipe from her side, but before she could attack the werewolf that had attacked her, she heard a yell behind her.

"Iiz Slen Nus!"

The werewolf suddenly became encased in ice and started sliding down the pathway, colliding with the unconscious first werewolf at the bottom. She had to smile a little...she had asked Morgan to use her Shouts after all, but seeing her using them on something else other than herself was an interesting experience.

"FUS!"

Serana staggered as the shockwave hit her. She recognised it was the same Shout the Dragonborn had used on her the first time they had met, but when she saw the massive black werewolf fly away from her, she realised that Morgan had just saved her from a potential mauling. Reminding herself to stay focused, she looked at Morgan, who looked a little saddened at what she had done.

"They are unconscious Morgan. Come on" she said urgently.

Morgan nodded as they made their way to the door that would lead them outside...then grabbed Seranas grey hand and shook her head.

"There's more out there, too many to fight"

Serana changed back to her humanoid form and raised her eyebrow.

"So any ideas on how to get away Morgan?"

Morgan smirked, showing her pointed fangs briefly (and making Serana gasp at how gorgeous she looked at that point in time)

"As a matter of fact I do...hold onto my arm" she said, offering her arm.

Serana took it and smiled as she felt herself lean on her a little. She was liking the young vampire more and more with every passing minute...

"I can't hear anything" Lydia said as she clutched her daedric longsword tightly. Every time she looked at the sword, it reminded herself of Morgan. She had given it to her as a gift...and she was being asked to kill her friend with this blade.

Kodlak Whitemane grunted at that but said nothing. He couldn't exactly tell the young woman that he and most of his Shield Brothers and Sisters were werewolves and were the closest match that a vampire could face, bar a dragon of course. But she did have a point. They had all heard roars and shrieks from within, and he could have sworn he heard a Shout from within, meaning the Dragonborn was alive...or a vampire anyway.

Then the door burst open and he ignored the yells of the half dozen guards as they saw the Dragonborn wearing bloody rags and a ripped skirt emerge, her eyes now a bright and glowing orange tint. She was a vampire now, he mused briefly as she met his gaze. Another vampire was clutching her arm tightly and he wondered if this was the one that had turned her into what she was now....

"Wuld...Nah...Kest!"

He blinked and they had vanished. Where the hell...then he caught a slight scent and he turned around to see two figures a few hundreds yards away. Was that teleportation? Or was it a means to move quicker than what the eye could see?...

"OD...AH...VIING!"

That was a deafening Shout he mused as he and a few others started to run towards the distant figures, who were gaining ground thanks to their vampiric speed. They were losing them...and then a massive red dragon appeared from the low clouds and landed right in front of the two vampires, who leapt nimbly onto its neck, before taking off and vanishing from sight.