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Prologue

TRIGGER WARNING: FREQUENT MENTIONS OF BLOOD

A pair of eyes, burning an amber brighter than the warmest of suns and fires that their owners most greatly feared, set its sights on the little girl, running as fast as her small legs could take her, soaring through the dense, woodland that was Falkreath with great muster, not daring to look back. As she ran, the vampire moved too, though far more gracefully as the little girl rushed pell-mell through the thick forest, her hair flying in the wind. The vampire was beginning to grow impatient, surely the child would be far enough away from the guards now? He was a fully-grown vampire and she was a small mortal, but the moon had only just ascended into the sky and that dreaded sun had made him so weak and he had gone most long without nourishment. 

Just when the blood-starved vampire had sworn he had heard the howling of werewolves, he saw the little girl trip over a gnarled and overgrown tree-root and fall flat onto the ground. 

Finally, he thought to himself. 

Obviously, this would not be the story he would tell to the others of his brood. His tale wouldn't be a lie, it would be a more interesting version. A large, burly Nord, or maybe Orc, fully suited in ebony armour that gleamed and glistened in the pale moonlight, wielding a formidable battleaxe drenched in ruby-red blood, a scowl painted onto his face and a war dog in tow. Yet that great warrior was no match for him, for he smote the man and savoured his blood as though it was a hundred year-old wine. 

And although, young Merene Borioso's blood was not the blood of a revered warrior, it was still relished by the cowardly vampire, who promptly rushed back to the derelict cave he reposed in, muttering about werewolves, leaving her body cold and alone in the midst of the darkened forest, for wolves to devour or deer to leap over. 

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Her body was found icy and pale a couple of days later by her older sister, who had been spending every spare second searching for her, confusion turning to anger once she noticed the marks and holes in her neck. Sorlal didn't know how to react, she had never felt like this before. A swirling of grief, rage, confusion, sadness, vengeance and so many other feelings she couldn't pinpoint. One thing was for certain though, she was going to channel that rage and get her vengeance, no matter the cost. 

Little did she know, that opportunity would arrive when she least expected it. 

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hi everyone! So, this is my very first Skyrim fanfiction and it's going to follow Sorlal and her adventures with Serana. Unlike a lot of other Dawnguard stories, my character is a little more simple because she's the Dragonborn but she's not a part of any other faction. Truthfully, my story is probably going to start off a little slow, but it will pick up around Chapter Three, I promise. 

Thank you for reading!

S.P