A.N. Howdy! I'm Chesty's Superbest Friend! I do ever so much love this game. I only play it all the time. I suppose if you wanna be friends on Xbox live, we could. Just message me or something. Tell me about yourself.

I just finished Dawnguard DLC and have decided that I love Serana. I almost signed that petition to have Bethesda let us marry her. I just love her so much! And she loves me, I know she does!

This story is set post Dawnguard, and Serana cured herself from vampirism. It will be a two-shot: the first being Serana hating her choice to cure herself, and the other being she's happy with it.

So enjoy! I don't own Skyrim, I just play it everyday!

Blood

Part I
Your Blood

Everything I've done, I've done for you.

For you.

At first it was difficult. I'd been sealed away for so long—alone for so long—caring about someone else was a strange feeling.

But you made it feel natural.

You made it feel okay.

You made me feel okay.

And then things weren't that hard anymore. All our adventures, our quests, our walks, our talks, our lives were blended together, stuck together, and soon there wasn't anything I wouldn't do for you because I couldn't think of any other way for me to live but with you.

Hold your stuff? If I have to.

Stand over there? K.

Kill these people? I've done it before.

Stand in the sun? I can handle it.

Go to Fort Dawnguard? If you're there.

Kill my father? It's the only way.

All for you. There really wasn't much I had to think about then.

Until you asked me to stop being a vampire. It's true: I've never thought about it before. You don't have to think about what you are; you don't think about what you are when you've been that way for so long.

But you asked me, so I thought about what I was. And then I thought about all I had put you through, all you'd done for me, all you listened to and all you shared, and thought maybe this wouldn't be that big of a price to pay.

So I'll stop. I'll cure my vampirism. All of my power, I'll give it up.

For you.

And then I'll wait for you. Wait for you to come back, to find me, to need me. And then I'll tell you.

I'm human. (For you.)

I'm mortal. (For you.)

If I die, as I lie dying, as you watch me die, I'll whisper and you'll know.

Everything I did, I did for you.

It's harder to speak with you now, harder to look at your face and remember the happy memories.

Because all of my happiest memories with you were while I was a vampire.

All I think is that the sun doesn't hurt, I'm not always thirsty, I can finally be myself. But it's straining, constricting, hurting because I'm realizing that they're not really new sensations but more of me realizing the absence of the old ones.

I try not to hate the sight of you. I try not to cringe every time you speak. I try to make new memories.

I have to.

I want to.

I will.

And when the moment comes when you're holding me in your arms as I lay dying, I finally let the tears fall as I feel the pain I shouldn't be feeling. Your blood from battle is soaking into me and my clothes and the world, and I weep at how I don't crave it anymore. My hand raises to wipe a spot of blood off your cheek.

I stare at the blurry drop on my index finger and smile. Bringing my finger to my mouth, I let the last taste I'll ever have of living be your blood on my lips, my teeth, my tongue and whisper in your ear, "For you."