Sedric's eyes shot open as he felt something brush against him. The last he remembered was Castle Volkihar coming under attack by the Dawnguard and watching his kin get slain one by one until he was struck down himself. But where was he, his view wasn't of any room that he had seen at the castle. He pushed himself upwards until he rested on his elbows, to his surprise his raven hair was loose and disheveled and he was also shirtless, bandages covering his forearms and abdomen, partially soaked in blood. The room was dim, all except for a small candle nearly out, hanging onto its life by what remained of the wick that was sitting in a pool of wax on a plate rested on the table beside where he rested.

"The Dawnguard really got to you…" murmured a feminine voice, slightly startling Sedric.

He moved his gaze to the direction to where the voice came and to his surprise, the owner of the voice was the Ambassador of Dementia, Vaesha Draecon. He narrowed his eyes into a glare at her, for Vaesha was not only the ambassador of the Daedric realm, but a feral vampire and a renegade of the Dark Brotherhood.

"Don't give me that look, you are lucky you're alive, the Dawnguard had enchanted weapons that are especially effective against Vampires… You've been out for at least a few days," Vaesha said as she moved forward. She wasn't in her normal attire, but rather black trousers and a shirt that stopped right above her navel. Her forearms were wrapped in bandages, but weren't soaked in blood like Sedric's, it was when she sat down, that Sedric felt his inner pride starting to build up.

"How dare you lay your dirty little fingers on me! You're lucky I don't kill you right this minute from your offense!" Sedric hissed.

Vaesha's eyes started to burn in rage, glowing slightly from the dim candlelight. She rested her hands on either side of him as she moved in closer, her face twisted in rage.

"Next time I won't help you! I will leave you in your own pool of blood to die!" she snapped, bearing her sharp fangs.

Sedric remained un-phased by her outburst, it was common for them to be at each other's throats, and it was also common as them trying to kill each other.

"Lord Harkon wouldn't let me die; I am too much of an asset to the clan…" Sedric said nonchalantly as he turned his gaze towards the candle, it now growing dimmer as the wick was consumed by the pool of wax.

"Lord Harkon is dead, the only members of your precious clan that survived were you and Harkon's daughter, but she's part of the Dawnguard now…" Vaesha hissed.

Sedric's face twisted into a snarl before pushing himself to sit up properly,

"You lie, Lord Harkon is superior; he can kill with just a flick of his wrist!" Sedric snapped, swinging his legs over the bed to rest them on the stone floor.

"Don't believe the words of a feral vampire?" Vaesha asked with venom masked in her voice "Well then I guess his ashes will be all the proof you need," she added, rising to her feet.

Sedric clenched his fists, his body quivering in rage. As he went to stand, he felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen, bringing him right back to sitting on the bed, him growling from annoyance.

"I told you the Dawnguard used specially enchanted weapons against your clan, not even the strongest healing potion can heal your wounds like it would a normal wound…" Vaesha said as she walked over to the table with a fresh candle "Well, for you, you took a crossbow bolt to your abdomen and was burned by a Sunflare spell from one of the raiders… But still, it slowed your natural vampiric healing…" she added as she placed the new candle onto the plate.

Sedric remained silent, placing his hand over where his wound was located, his long elegant fingers becoming slightly soaked from the fresh blood seeping into his bandages, causing him to grimace. His attention was quickly gained by the scent of blood that wasn't his own, when he raised his gaze, he saw Vaesha holding a bloodstained goblet. He didn't even notice Vaesha leave, or come back.

"Drink… And before you protest, it isn't poisoned!" she hissed.

Sedric reached out and snatched the goblet from her, gulping down the contents in a breadth of a second. He hadn't realized how ravenous he was until he swallowed the final drop.

"I'm sorry, but that is all you'll be getting for now… I'm low on my supply, and I don't want to risk the city guards getting alarmed finding drained corpses in the alleyways…" Vaesha murmured as she noticed Cedric holding his goblet out for more blood.

His brow furrowed, looking back to the goblet with a look of longing. Back in Volkihar he could drink all the blood he wanted, as long as he didn't kill any of the human cattle in the process…

"Where did you take me?" Sedric asked after a few moments of silence.

He heard Vaesha sigh slightly along with the sound of her placing down a goblet of her own, once again, not noticing her even moving.

"Proudspire Manor, Solitude… Why?" she asked, taking up the goblet again.

Sedric remained silent and leaned back, resting against the wooden headboard with a heavy sigh,

"Nothing you need to worry your feral mind about…" Sedric said with a slight teasing tone.

All he got out of Vaesha was a sigh, he half expected her to blow up at him for basically calling her a mutt.