Bond Of Blood

Chapter 14

"SHIT!"

Morgan swore again as she placed her hands on the young woman's shoulders to hold her down and attempted to keep her steady. But it was useless as she soon discovered once more. The young woman coughed a torrent of blood out of her mouth while more flowed from her nose and ears before taking one final shuddering movement before lying still.

Morgan sighed and closed the woman's eyes with her fingertips and reached across to grab the towel that was lying inside a bloody bowl of water before beginning to wash her hands. The woman was the last of the people that had been infected to die and she wasn't happy about it.

Why the fuck would they hold people here if no-one had the knowledge of making sure disease potions? At the least, a good alchemist could have made a poison to put the poor bastards out of their misery...

She looked again at the line of bodies on the beds and shook her head.

I know it was Brelyna who bit them but why did she do such a thing in the first place?

Morgan heard the footsteps approach and she braced herself for the questions that were sure to come. Questions like 'why did they die so suddenly and in such a horrid way' and 'why did Brelyna attack these people in the first place'. But when she spotted Serana, Hadvar, Onmund and Brelyna emerge from the murky corridor, she found that only one emotion was readily available for her to express.

Rage.

"WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?" Morgan screamed, not caring that the four people standing there flinched at her anger. "SEVEN FUCKING PEOPLE LYING DEAD IN POOLS OF BLOOD AND SHIT AND IT ALL COULD HAVE BEEN PREVENTED IF THEY HADN'T PISSED OFF A VAMPIRE. NOT TO MENTION NOT ONE SINGLE FUCKING PERSON BEING ABLE TO MAKE A POTION TO HELP THESE POOR FUCKERS!...."

"Morgan..." Serana whispered.

Morgan ignored her and carried on, her thu'um beginning to seep into her voice and making the walls tremble.

"AND DON'T GET ME STARTED ABOUT THE LACK OF GUARDS HERE, ESPECIALLY WTH FALKREATH BEING SO CLOSE AND IN CONTROL OF THE STORMCLOAKS! BUT FUCK IT, LET'S ALL JUST DO FUCK ALL AND..."

Serana pressed her hand over Morgan's mouth and pulled the Dragonborn into her embrace, stroking her hair gently.

"Shhhhhhh. Morgan, I bet half the people in Helgen heard you," Serana said softly, her lips caressing the top of Morgan's head gently. "It's hard to see something like this happen, but deep down you knew it was going to happen. They couldn't be saved, even if there were trained alchemists and healers here. Our blood is too strong for most people."

Morgan whimpered and clung to Serana, while the rest stayed clear. They could all see the claws that had formed on Morgan's hands and they knew that she was part way to transforming.

"It's alright," Serana continued, "just relax and let the blood rest inside you. Come on, come back to me."

Morgan shivered as she commanded her vampire lord form back within herself and she close her eyes, concentrating on the sweet scent of Serana's shoulder and collarbone where her face was resting against and stayed still, feeling Serana's arms around her body and hoping she wouldn't let go.

Serana also closed her eyes for a moment. It reminded her of the times when she had been forced to watch the transformations at her parent's commands...

"Serana. You must learn to watch this."

Serana shook her head and glared at her father and mother. They hadn't been close for quite some time now, and the turning of their bodies into one of the undead had made things even more complicated.