Chapter 3
"She was the prophecy's chosen child"
-Serine
For weeks the vampire and the werewolf travelled together causing mischief throughout Skyrim. Dante learned a lot about his new female friend. She was the Listener of the Dark Brotherhood, the leader of the Thieves Guild, the Arch Mage at the College of Winterhold and to top it all off- she was dragonborn. She amazed him and he couldn't help but feel something in his stomach whenever her golden eyes met his silver ones. It wasn't a sick feeling but a sweet fluttering one.
Serine soon got a bit uncomfortable in the small Riften house and they soon packed up their stuff and traveled to the Dawnstar Sanctuary where Serine continued her contracts from the Nightmother with Dante's help. They had quite the amount of gold and had not a worry in the world. That was until the two were attacked on their way back to the Sanctuary after fulfilling a contract.
Serine had been unusually quiet as they walked in the snow. Her gold eyes glowed brightly against the plain white snow that fell over her features. She seemed to have something on her mind and Dante could feel her tension.
"Is something bothering you Sera?" he asked using her shorter name. She hadn't liked it at first but she soon grew to like it. The vampiric woman continued walking, ignoring the werewolves question as she quickened her pace. Then the werewolf stood in front of her, abruptly blocking her path. Her grabbed her shoulders and shook her until her eyes met his.
"Tell me what is wrong Serine." He growled. Oh yeah, he was angry. He would only use her full name now if he was angry or being serious.
"Nothing why would you assume something's wrong? There's nothing wrong pssh." Her words came out at a quick speed and he knew something was wrong. She seemed to suddenly shiver and he felt a presence near them.
That was the problem.
Just then, Dante was taken down by three armored trolls and they nearly ripped his limbs off as they fought over him. He couldn't concentrate to use his beast form and could do nothing much but struggle against their grips. Out of the corner of his eye he saw heavily armored men closing in on Serine as she took her fighting stance.
"Don't come any closer is you want to keep your skins." She hissed as a tan skinned man approached her. He had a long scar running over one of his eyes which was completely white.
"You don't scare me you wretched creature." He said his voice deep and unemotional. His face was blank and she couldn't read him at all. She was too focused on the man in front of her to realize two men closing in on her from behind.
"SERINE!" Dante yelled and as she turned around the men tackled her to the ground and she writhed from underneath them. She screamed and hissed as they bound her wrists with sharp wire, cutting through her frail skin. As the men pulled her to her feet she kicked one in the groin and head butted the other. Both men fell the ground in pain and she stood her ground with her hands still bound behind her.
"You are beginning to be an annoyance." The man said and she hissed at him, her fangs long and sharp.
"What is your name?" Serine asked, venom dripping from her words as she made a twisted smile. The man kept his same blank face as he walked toward her.
"My name is Isran, and it is the last name you will ever hear." He told her and before she could comprehend what he meant he had her neck tight in his hand and a bright light circled around them, burning Serine's skin. She screamed in agony as her vision blackened and the last thing she could make out was Dante's voice crying out for her and screaming her name.
Dante could only watch as Serine's almost lifeless body fell into Isran's grasp. He kicked and thrashed roughly against the trolls that were holding him back and when Isran turned his attention towards him he howled. The man tossed Serine to another soldier and walked over to the werewolf.
"As a werewolf I'm surprised you wander Skyrim with a vampire." He said sternly and Dante's eyes glowed gold as his anger rose.
"You hurt her, and I'll kill you for that!" He roared and tried to dive out of the trolls grip but they pulled him back nearly pulling his arms out of their sockets. Isran only gave him a challenging smirk as he walked away and with a snap of his fingers, Dante felt a hard fist hit his head and he saw nothing but darkness.
A few hours later
Dante was awaken by something nudging at his face. He looked up to meet Shadowmere's purplish red eyes. The horse nudged him once more and tried getting Dante to his feet. He complied and as he stood there was a terrible throbbing pain in his head and he then realized where he was. He was still outside in the freezing cold snow where the armored man Isran and his troops took Serine.
"Shit!" he muttered and Shadowmere disapproved of his fowl language by kicking his leg in which Dante winced. The werewolf searched around for anything that Serine could've left behind but all he found was her cloak that protected her from the sun. He picked it up and brought it to Shadowmere who looked at is skeptically.
"'C'mon sniff this so you can find Serine, only the Divines know what torture they could be putting her through!" Dante said in panic as he held the cloak up to Shadowmere's nose. He then sniffed it and immediately got Serine's trail. Dante pulled himself up onto the black coated horse and he sprinted towards the destination of his only friend.
Soon enough, Dante arrived at Fort Dawnguard and he had to keep himself from transforming into a werewolf so he didn't attract too much attention. As he walked up to the front gate two men blocked the doors.
"I don't believe a dog has any business here." One of them said and Dante's eyes flashed gold and red. They knew what he was.
"Oh I believe I do, and if you don't move this dog will maul you." Dante threatened. Venom dripped from his words as he stood tall over the two men. They slowly moved out of his way and watched silently as he entered the giant fortress. Upon entering it was quiet and there was no one in sight. He started to believe he was trapped until he heard laughter from the dining area and realized the soldiers were just eating.
As he walked into the center of the circular tower like room he was in, he could hear a familiar voice coming from upstairs. Isran was talking to someone, and it sounded like that someone was NOT cooperating. Serine.
Dante slowly made his way up the stairs and he was relieved to hear Serine's voice as he grew closer, but he heard another woman who sounds very similar to Serine. A little too similar.
As he peaked around the corner his breathe hitched in his throat at the sight in front of him. Serine was in a very small cage spitting fowl words at Isran and in the cage next to her sat a woman that looked exactly like Serine and was doing the same thing. Did Serine have a sister. . .?
Dante was in so much awe he didn't realize Serine's eyes turn to him and widen. When he looked up at her she gasped and Isran turned the corner to face him. Dante jumped to his feet from his sneaking position and immediately drew his swords, swinging them in his hands.
"Ha, foolish man, you should know better than to storm into a Dawnguard's fortress." Isran said as he drew his battleaxe and quickly swung at him. Dante dodged it by flying over the railing and landing firmly on his feet at the bottom. The dawnguard soldiers that were enjoying themselves ran into the room and drew their weapons.
Isran walked nonchalantly down the stairs and laughed.
"You are incapable of leaving here alive so just let us kill you dog." He commanded and a sick grin twisted onto Dante's face as he looked at him with pure werewolf eyes.
"A dog stay's true to their friend, and that's what I'll do now." He retorted as he entered his beast form. The dawnguard soldiers moved back away from the beast in front of them as he roared horrifically.
As Dante ripped and slashed through the dawnguard soldiers Serine had managed to make it out of her cage. She jumped down and looked over to the woman in the cage beside her.
"Your boyfriend over there is certainly going to have a lot of questions about this." She said and Serine hissed. She kicked the cage door unlocking it and the woman dove out.
"He isn't my boyfriend Serana and I have no doubt that he'll have a lot of questions for me." Serine replied as she began to make her way to the railing. Her sister grabbed her am before she could jump though.
"Do not think for a second that he likes you youngling." Serana hissed in her ear, "He's a beast, a dog, a mutt. And just wait until he gets hungry." At her last comment Serine writhed her arm from her elder sister's grasp and pushed her away.
"Listen closely sister, I will not sit here and let you tell me what he will do. I trust him with my life and just because you have no one doesn't mean you can mess with the ones I have." Serine spat in her sisters face, and with that she jumped over the balcony; her long black hair trailing behind her.
She landed on Isran and stabbed him in the shoulder with Mehrunes' Razor and jumped off of him as he yelled in pain. He spun around to look at her and she winked. Bats formed around her and she teleported to the other side of the room behind guards that were blocking the door. She then slashed through all of their torsos and watched the blood pour out of them and onto the floor.
She looked over at Dante who was busy with four guards and then she saw Isran dragging his giant sharp battle axe towards him.
"DANTE!" She yelled and he turned just in time to stop the incoming blow from Isran by grabbing the axe and swinging the man into a wall. He fell unconscious and Dante proceeded to take out the rest of the guards with Serine at his back fending off the rest that tried to get him from his blind spot.
As they killed the remaining soldiers the two were covered in sticky blood and were breathing heavily. Serine turned to her companion friend and saw he was still in his beast form. She ran her hand through his fur and his attention snapped to her.
"You. . . hurt." He managed to barely say. Serine shrugged and when she heard someone land behind them she spun around and drew her bow; ready to shoot.
"Oh now you want to shoot me? I haven't even done anything to you." Serana said and Serine put her bow down. Her elder sister smirked and walked closer, forcing Serine to back against Dante's massive form.
"Don't you have to go home Serana? Dad will probably want to make sure you're 'okay'" Serine said sarcastically. Her sister sneered and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Who. . . is. . .?" Dante growled eye balling Serana.
"I'm Serine's older sister, my name is Serana and it's so very nice to make your acquaintance Dante." She said with a bow and Serine rolled her eyes.
"I'm sorry to cut this meeting short but Dante and I must get going." Serine rushed as she pushed her dog like friend out the fort doors. She could see her sister wave goodbye to them as the doors shut behind them.
After a while of Serine riding on horseback and Dante running in beast form alongside her, he changed back to his human form and they stopped to make camp by some hot water springs.
Serine was silent as she sat in the warm rejuvenating water of the spring. It was warm on her cold skin and eased her stress- a little. The silence she sat in was broken when someone else sat in the water next to her.
"Do you mind if I join you?" Dante asked, still in his undergarments like Serine. She nodded.
"No of course, please sit." She said and he obliged. Sitting down next to her he let out a sigh of relief and relaxed into the water.
He could feel her tension in the water and he looked over to her.
"So, Serana huh?" He asked and she groaned slipping further into the water.
"Ugh, yeah." She mumbled and he could tell her thoughts on her sister were not good ones.
"What's your problem with her?"
"She was the prophecy's chosen child" Serine spat and rolled her eyes. "I was just a mess up. A mistake."
He frowned and his heart clenched painfully in his chest. How could she think she was a mistake? She was the Dragonborn for divines sake!
"You are NO mistake." He said sternly and she looked over at him shocked.
"W-What?" She asked hesitantly.
"You are not a mistake Serine. How dare you say that about yourself! You are the Dragonborn, a savior of Skyrim's people!" He shouted and leaned over to her. "You are special, more special than anyone I've ever met. . . you're special to ME."
A blush crept over her features and she had a look of disbelief in her eyes. Their faces were inches from each other and Dante hadn't noticed he had his hand on her thigh while the other propping himself up.
As Serine regained her awareness she looked down at his hand and jumped back. He snapped his hand back and rubbed the back of his head nervously.
"I-I'm sorry I didn't realize . . ." he said and she just got up and walked back to their beds. As she layed down she could still feel the tingles from where his hand was. It felt nice and relieving but it annoyed her at the same time.
Deciding that she'd forget about it she closed her eyes and hoped for a night free of disruptions.
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