I will never forget the day my daughter asked me to change her; to make her like me. For a long time, she coveted my smooth, white skin, and immunity to many diseases, and more than once I saw her marveling at the power that coursed through my veins.

I was sitting down, polishing my dragonpriest mask. At my feet lay my two beloved death hounds, breathing heavily, blood staining their maws from the hunt. My daughter, bounded forward, golden curls bouncing with every step. She sat at my feet, blue eyes staring into mine, pleading.

I noticed that her skin, once kissed by the sun, had begun to take on a sickly tint, and her golden curls had lost their brilliance during my search for a cure. My heart, frozen in time as it was, ached. I had lost so much already, and here I was, losing my daughter.

"My seventh birthday is coming up- and I'd like you to turn me into a vampire. A pure blooded vampire, a daughter of Coldharbour."

I flinched at the mention of coldharbour- how my body had been torn apart from the inside out, and how no matter how much I fought and screamed, I was powerless against a daedric prince. I vowed, that with my new power, I'd never be so powerless again. My daughter, unaware, looked up at me expectantly.

"How about a trip to Solsteim? You've been wanting to go there for a long time, darling." I offered, voice shaking. How could I explain to her the dangers? You do not heal in the sun. The sun makes your blood boil. The scent of blood, especially if you haven't fed, beckons you. And you are constantly plagued my vampire hunters.

She shook her head, reaching down to pet the deathounds. "I might not even survive the rip, mother. Please. I want to live long enough to see the world." She begged, tears falling from her crystal eyes.

"A life subjected to the night is not a life at all, Lotux," I said coldly, focusing my gaze on her. My daughter got up, rage twisting her features into something dark. She looked at me with narrowed eyes, hands curled into tiny fists.

"Fine! I'll just go to Lord Harkon himself- he'll see the potential in me." She snapped, running out the door. I jumped up, and ran after her, terror evident in my eyes. But when I got outside, the sun made my blood boil, and I flinched- she was gone.