A.N.- Hello all! 8) So sorry I didn't get it out sooner! I got sick once I posted it with the flu, and as soon as I got better my daughter got sick. She just got better a few days ago, but alas; she is quite the cling-on. She's on my arm lying down as we speak. LoL.

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Chapter Four

The minutes ticked by, until finally Seraphina couldn't take it anymore. They had been just staring at eachother for a half an hour, and at first she mentally prepared herself for his anger and the screaming that would surely follow. She felt her whole body freeze just waiting for his hateful words and threats, but there weren't any. He just stared at an ugly polar bear she killed a year ago. Her first one.

Alduin's POV

Alduin didn't speak for the fact that he was taking in everything. He was still in shock that he was somehow alive, and being inside an actual house, to standing in front of someone who had restrained him. Inside wishing he could rip her throat out since he was currently at her mercy. That shit won't do.

He didn't understand any of this. Why was he here? What went wrong? Why wasn't he able to destroy her? He needed answers to why he was now the one thing that revolts him the most. He was Alduin and she was… a little girl.

"So Dragonborn, I am to believe you had nothing to do with this? How do I know you're not lying?" He noticed her eyes showed nothing. She tucked her hair behind her ear and sat up straighter.

"If you're asking if I have proof I have none. Why in the oblivion would I make this up? I have you locked up in here. I don't need to explain anything to you…" Seraphina said dismissively. Her body screamed relaxed but there was something in her eyes that made him believe her.

He nodded slowly, and looked to his hands. How ugly they were! He didn't even have talons! Why did that bitch even save him? He was nothing now. A shell of the greatness he once was. She should've just slit his throat on the mountain. He looked away from his body, not able to look at his grotesque form any longer.

He needed answers. Now. And fast.

"Dovahkiin, you shall release me at once!" He shouted loudly, making her arch a brow. She gulped down the rest of her mead and went to the kitchen to grab another. She walked back to the chair, and uncorked the bottle, and put it on the end table.

"Not happening. Sorry darling. By the way, you can call me by my actual name you know…" Seraphina smiled condescendingly. It was now Alduin's turn to arch a brow at her. "What would I call you then? You are Dragonborn, are you not?" Seraphina laughed lightly and shook her head.

"I am, but it's not all that I am. My name is Seraphina."

"What a horrible name! Were you the ugly one? Is that it? I thought a person with the title of Dovahkiin would have a more… suitable name. That's a shame." He smirked at her glowered expression, liking that he finally had some leg to stand on. Albeit not a great one but at least it was better than nothing.

"I guess the Gods don't take our stupid mortal names into account when they choose to bestow a great honor upon us. We can't all be a self-appointed God who probably named himself," she bit back.

Alduin saw the anger flash in her blue eyes, remembering them during their previous battles. The ordinary girl had bested the powerful dragon. But that won't happen again. He underestimated her tenacity. He never thought she would get as far as she did, and he will admit that mistake. Was she truly that much of a threat? Yes, in his human form but not in his dragon form. He could easily overpower her if he was able to fix this.

"Do you know what happened to you, Alduin? How did you become a human? I killed you. I saw you vanish and the next thing I know you were on the Throat of the World, naked and covered in snow. What is the last thing you even remember?"

"I don't know what happened to me. I expected to go into some afterlife, greeted amongst my kind, and the next thing I know, I wake up in this strange place next to my enemy. The last thing I remember is… our fight," he lied. The last thing he truly remembered was the pain when he saw her drive her sword into his neck. He didn't want to give her the satisfaction of knowing that, however.

She nodded absentmindedly, and it was clear that she was still thinking about what could have happened. "I need to know what has happened to me, Dov- Seraphina. I can't spend my time not knowing." He didn't want to plead, but his voice was giving out, making it more gravelly than he intended.

Seraphina scrutinized him. "To be honest, I'm not sure what to do about any of this, so I am not going to say at the moment." He gritted his teeth, his anger growing with every passing moment. She brought him into this house and chained him up and she has no idea what the fuck she's doing? What an idiot.

Alduin noticed the Dragonborn biting her lip and her hand twitching on her glass dagger on her hip. He tensed, knowing, but still knew he had to ask. "What will become of me? What are you planning on doing with me?" She should at least know that.

Sighing, she put her head in her hands. "I don't fucking know. I wasn't expecting any of this. I assume once you are better I am going to send you to Solitude. For what you have done you deserve to be punished. There you'll be sentenced, which will probably be death. And who knows? Maybe they'll just spank you and then send you on your way. Which do you think they'd pick?" she sneered. How dare she talk to me like this! That little bitch thinks she can talk down to me?

Growling, he started to unfasten the leather straps on his legs. He had had enough. When he got them undone, Seraphina was already on her feet, dagger out of her holster. Alduin roared, mostly out of reflex and found he had nothing happen except straining his voice even more. Knowing she had the upper hand unfortunately, he held his hands up in surrender. He saw many of her kind do this when they tried to fight him, hoping for mercy.

He smirked, remembering their screams once they realized there was no surrender. A dragon has to eat after all…

Once she sat slowly back down, she made sure to keep the dagger in her hand, letting it rest on her thigh. Looking around, he noticed that even though this room was bigger than he thought it would be when he rode over the many houses he saw erected in towns and forests, he still felt claustrophobic. He missed the fresh air, the fierce wind striking him in the face. If he wasn't so unsure of this new body and the temperatures it can handle he would have begged her to let him sleep outside.

"It's a real shame you didn't just let me die up on the mountain, Fi. People are going to wonder why you didn't. Maybe their shaky trust in their savior will be cut short upon hearing of such great care you have taken to have me brought to Solitude. They may start to think you are working alongside us. And who knows? Maybe they won't even hold it against you since you are a woman. Everyone knows how weak minded and simple they are," He sneered right back at her.

She snarled, and shot up to him. She instantly put the blade to his throat, pressing in hard enough to see his blood trickle down her fingers. "My name is Seraphina. Not 'Fi'," she uttered. Her eyes were burning holes into him, yet her voice was so eerily calm, he couldn't tell if she was actually going to follow through. Thinking of their sudden predicament made him suddenly laugh out loudly.

"Well. Doesn't this seem familiar? Tell me? Do you do this to all of the boys or is it just me?" She was livid, and just when he thought she'd slice across his throat, she moved away from him. After a few deep breaths, she looked at him, the fire now extinguished.

"Huh. That's weird. I thought you said you only remembered the battle. You didn't say anything about me killing you. How did you like it? Do you remember the pain of my blade, ripping into your flesh? Do you remember how you fell limp at my feet, like a rag doll?" He couldn't hear anymore. He hated that more than he could possibly describe. The images flashed in his mind, of his fall, his death, and his control ripped from his fingers. He was shaking uncontrollably, and the fury was so intense, he thought he'd pass out.

Seraphina looked at him smugly, then sat up straighter, obviously excited about something. "I think I just came up with an idea. I will tell you in the morning. We are both tired. It's late, so tonight is your last night in here, then you will be put somewhere else. The chamber pot is next to you and I'll bring in your breakfast in the morning." She stood up and brought her bottle to the kitchen. When she came back in, he was looking around the room, confused.

"Is there a problem, Alduin?"

"Yes. What is a chamber pot?" Alduin asked. Seraphina rolled her eyes and grabbed the metal bucket next to his bed.

"This is a chamber pot. You use it to pee and shit. Anything else?" Alduin quirked an eyebrow and tilted his head slightly.

"You actually use this? What do you when you finish with it?" He looked around, not understanding how this exactly worked.

"When you finish, someone who is attending to your house can take care of it but since I don't have someone, you'll have to do it yourself. You will need to throw it out a bit farther away from the house so you won't attract animals," Seraphina said uncomfortably.

Alduin shook his head disbelievingly. He didn't understand why they couldn't just go outside. Why go to all of the trouble just to end up doing the same anyways. He thought back to when he had to go when he was a dragon and laughed. Gods he missed those days…

He was snapped out of his thoughts by the Dragonborn. "What are you laughing about?" He smirked at her and shrugged. She huffed and narrowed her eyes. "What is it? If I didn't know better I'd think you were a child," she ground out.

"I was just thinking about how the Dov deal with… excrement. Let's just say it's one of our favorite juvenile games when we were into our younger years. Humans and towns make great target practice," he said smugly.

Seraphina scoffed, obviously not believing him. "Think what you'd like. I personally dropped one from 500 feet in the air and killed a little girl. I was the King for a whole month for that one. Urinating wasn't nearly as fun however, since by the time it hits the area, it turns to snow." Seraphina looked outraged.

"Ew. You are gross. Even if I believe it I didn't need to know that. I need to figure some things out. Get some rest. We still have more to talk about tomorrow." With that, she walked out of the room and shut the door. He heard about four locks clink before all was quiet.

He thought more on his situation, not liking his prospects. He needed to find out what had happened to him. He needed to know if he actually had something to live for. He doubted it, but still, he needed to make sure. If it comes to this being permanent, he will gladly go to Solitude. He would never be able to live like this.

His body was so tired, he could barely move. He just needed sleep, and then he'll make plans then. Turning his body, he covered himself and closed his eyes. Banging and crashing from the other room made his body jolt.

She was in there for hours, from what he could tell. The lights finally went down about two hours before the sun came up. He had slept yes, but waking every twenty minutes wasn't the best sleep possible. He did manage to get some more sleep before she came in a couple of hours after the sun came up.

Stretching once he heard the locks turning, he looked up and saw a huge amount of food on a tray. His stomach growled, though not as loud as when he was in Dov form. He licked his lips and slowly sat up. He trapped his hand on the chain leading to the cuff around his neck, making him falter. The rough metal had been cutting into his throat, making him wince when it opened the gashes a little more.

Seeing his discomfort made Seraphina smile. Alduin narrowed his eyes and growled under his breath. "Good morning Alduin. Sleep well?" She smiled brightly making him glower even more. He noticed her eyes were even more sunk in than yesterday. Good, he thought. At least I'm not the only one suffering.

"I suppose I did considering you were making all of that noise all night. What was it you were trying to do?" Ignoring his question, she started bringing the plate to him, covered in stuff he had never had before. It was yellow and fluffy and he hated that he didn't know what it was. He brought the fork to his nose and smelled it, not liking the smell of the yellow stuff. He crinkled his nose, signaling a knowing look from Seraphina.

"Don't worry, it won't kill you. This is eggs, toast, and deer meat called venison. In the glass is water. You'll like it," she said once she pointed out what it was she sat down digging into her own plate.

Alduin looked at the venison and felt a sense of relief. He at least had deer before when he was a Dov, even though it was so badly burnt it was hard to taste. Once he had that roast last night however, he could honestly say he had never had something so delicious. By the time he got to eat anything it was always just black and crunchy. Just meant for sustenance, really. However, the roast was tender, and so full of flavor, he wished he had gotten more. If he wasn't so stubborn he would've asked her to get him more.

He picked up the venison and took a bite. He moaned loudly, not caring what he sounded like. It was almost as good as the roast! He shoved the pieces into his mouth and tried the toast and eggs. Oh my Gods, that is good, he thought. Who would have thought these peons were capable of such a delicacy. Taking another large bite, he hummed happily. Note to self: when ruling over the world, I will need to order them to make our meals.

When he finished his third plate, Seraphina grabbed it and gave him his water, which he happily gulped down. When he was finally satisfied, he noticed how quiet she'd been. She wiped her mouth and brought the tray back into the kitchen. When she came back in, she was all business.

"I decided what is to be done. I thought it over and here is my proposition. We can keep it as I was saying last night, that once you are well we will make the trek to Solitude where I'll turn you in, or you can be my temporary… a- a follower of sorts. You will be there to watch my back, fight, loot and hold my things. My other follower, Lydia died in a cave so I am in need of a new one. If you do this, we can postpone going to Solitude until I deem it necessary," she managed to ground out. It was clear it was very hard for her to say her deal.

He inwardly smiled. That is adorable to think that he would help her in any way. "That is absurd. How do you know I won't leave the first chance I get, let alone kill you?" She smiled, like the cat just caught the canary.

"Oh, darling, that won't be happening for many reasons. The most important being that I, Dragonborn, killed you in your 'Oh so great' dragon form, I think I can easily kill you as a human before you could lift your sword." He growled, and clenched his fists. Before he could say anything, she continued.

"Also, you want answers. I want answers. I can take us to some places that may have ideas, but there are no guarantees. People are not to know who you are as well. So, if you follow my instructions, to the letter, I will let you come and find out what happened. I should have a replacement lined up by then."

"So let me see if I'm correct. I am not to kill you. I will need to hold your items for you. I will need to accompany you on your stupid quests. I will need to fight alongside of you. Not let anyone on to who I am… and in exchange you let me accompany you to find out what happened, and then send me to my death. Anything else I've forgotten?" She smiled sweetly, and nodded.

"Yes, you have forgotten something. You will never hurt anyone under my watch. Only the people I raise my sword to. If I hear or see you as so much raise a finger, I will kill you where you stand. Is that clear?" He shrugged and nodded reluctantly. He will make her pay though. One way or another.

She held out her hand to him, which he raised an eyebrow at. He had no clue as to what she wanted. He suddenly remembered, and reached over to grab his chamber pot. He put it in her hand, which it was now her turn to raise an eyebrow.

Rolling her eyes and holding her nose, she moved the pot to the other room. When she came back in, she grabbed his hand forcefully, and put it in her right hand, shaking it up and down. "This is called a handshake. It means a deal has been struck and you are to hold your end of the bargain."

He let go quickly of her hand, not liking to see his own skin. She sat down and rubbed her eyes. She looked out the window longingly. He looked outside and saw the sun shining through. The birds were chirping, which he always hated, but he noticed them glide into the sky, making his chest hurt. He never realized how amazing it truly was to fly.

"If we are to do this, there are things that need to be addressed. We need to figure out a name for you, as well as having you learn how to fight." She shook her head, looking more stressed the longer she thought about it.

Alduin was livid. How dare she! She needs to train me to fight? "Excuse me? You need to train the 'First-Born of Akatosh'? I have been in millions of battles!" He roared as loud as he ever had. He leapt to his feet and instantly crashed into a nightstand.

Seraphina ran over to him, and helped him get to his unsteady feet. Groaning, he continued to try to keep himself up. His legs, even though strong, were wobbling so badly, he thought for a moment the floor was covered in ice. His cheeks felt hot and when she helped him get back into bed, he looked away, mortified.

Seraphina tried holding in her giggle, but couldn't help it. She had to turn away to wipe her eyes. When she looked back, he wouldn't even look over in her direction.

Seraphina's POV

He looked absolutely embarrassed. It was pretty funny considering. She decided that if he was going to be her follower, he will need to be free of his chains. She knew she needed to at least to try to act like she trusted him. Maybe one day he'll follow her lead; which she doubted.

She stood up and made her way across to the bed. She sat next to him, and slowly brought her hands up to his neck. She always felt like he was a feral cat, and any sudden movements and she'll get clawed in the face.

Unlocking the cuff, it sprang off of his neck, into her hands luckily. She couldn't afford to get distracted around him. His red eyes shone brightly the closer her body was to him. She could only assume it was pure hatred, but it did make it more nerve-wracking with the color of his eyes. She grabbed the chain and went back to her seat.

He rubbed his neck, looking more relaxed now that it was off of his neck. When he looked at her, he narrowed his eyes, trying to figure out why she let him off. She wasn't going to bother explaining, so she got right down to business again.

"When we go out in public, if you want to keep your head, I suggest we come up with a name for you. If someone even remotely suspects something is amiss, you will be killed, most likely on site." Alduin feigned shock, clutching his chest, his mouth agape.

"You're telling me you wouldn't 'watch my back'? You wouldn't save me from the evil clutches of the public? Tsk tsk tsk. I'm hurt. I really am, Dragonborn." He shook his head sadly, making her roll her eyes.

"You're on your own with them. I am sure you can handle it. Now, I thought of some names last night. What do you think of Alec? Eirik? How about Lucious?" He thought them over and crinkled his nose. He shook his head no, and laid his head against the headboard, crossing his arms behind his head while crossing his legs at the ankle. Seraphina had to look away, hating that she had this thing in her home. What he just did was so human it felt like a smack in the face.

"I don't like them. I think I like… Kenet. Yes, I do believe that is what I'll pick. I expect my actual name to be used in private, and this one will be for outside only," he said.

She nodded, feeling even more tired. She looked to the sun and deduced it was almost time for lunch. Gods she hated cooking. She usually didn't do this much cooking but he does need to get his strength up. She got up and grabbed one of her health potions she made for him and brought it down to him. He took it and drank it all, giving her a disgusted look.

"Yeah, well, you'll get used to it. You will need those on you at all times when we are outside. We are safe in here, but not out in the open. I will make lunch and then afterwards if you are feeling up to it, I'll size you for armor, then we'll go downstairs and start working on your fighting skills," she said with as much confidence she could muster. She felt like a very confident person for the most part, however in front of him she is always second-guessing herself.

Nodding, he lay back down on the bed, and started closing his eyes instantly. She sighed and locked the doors. She decided to make just a simple beef stew, along with some bread that she had lying around. Chopping up the vegetables and meat, she stuck it all in her pot and while it was cooking, she started the dishes.

After a bit, the food was finished, so she brought it in for him. The door opening woke him up, stretching his arms over his head, and then sitting up. She wondered if this time he'd be afraid of whatever she made. Placing the tray on his lap, she started digging into her food. She looked up and saw him scarfing his food, like he hadn't eaten in months.

She broke a chunk of buttered bread and dunked it in her stew and she suddenly felt his eyes on her. She made no acknowledgement however, and proceeded to eat the way she was. A few seconds later, she saw him nervously dunking his bread now into his stew, and hearing a loud groan coming from his mouth made her internally smile. She was glad he was eating her food. Well, for the most part that is. She still didn't know why exactly she was doing all of this in the first place. Almost every single second made her mind scream, "Kill him! Do it now! What the fuck are you waiting for you dumbass!"

Once they finished, she put the dishes on the table to finish later, and helped him on his feet. After a few tries, he was finally able to stand on his own. Walking on the other hand, took a few more tries than that. She took his measurements, and when she got them down, she had him follow her to the armor room.

There, she brought him to the various swords and battleaxes that she had displayed. She was going to make him his own gear, but she needed to know what blade he would prefer. Sifting through the weapons, his eyes seemed to sparkle when they rested on a battleaxe.

She was a little shocked, since she favored one as well. She would have thought he'd go for the large warhammers or maybe even magic. If he did magic, he'd be able to at least throw fireballs or frost. She even brought the bows and crossbows out, thinking that he would be great at targeting, but no. He wanted the battleaxe.

She nodded and brought him down to the basement. There, she had a few practice dummies she didn't care about and her blacksmithing station. She knew dragon armor, but she only had time to make her armor a couple of weeks ago before she had to go after Alduin. She needed to make herself a battleaxe, since hers is nearly broken, and all of his equipment.

She noticed he was looking everywhere but at what she was doing so she yelled to get his attention. "Watch me now. If you don't you will make your own. Good luck with that."

He muttered something under his breath, and at the moment she didn't care less. It took a long time, but after about six hours, it was all complete. She smirked, anticipating his reaction to his new armor. The battleaxes were made, and the first one she made she gave it to him to start practicing.

She could hear him grunt and scream at the dummy while she was working on the equipment, always facing him. She wasn't an idiot. She knew if her back was turned he would take the first chance he could in killing her.

Once it was complete, she handed it to him and they put it on over their clothes. When everything was fastened, he was looking at it and moving around in various positions to see how flexible it was.

"What is this material? Only the best I hope." She could barely contain herself. She bit her lip to hold back her giggles.

"Of course it is! Nothing but the best for us. It took me a long time to master but I think it will really hold up when we are out there," she said nonchalantly.

"It has a good weight on it though. Yes, I think this will do just fine." She bit her lip, debating. Should I tell him yet it's dragonbone armor? Nah. He'll figure it out eventually, she thought to herself.

"Yup. Now, I want you to keep hitting the dummy as fast as you can. We are going to need to amp up your endurance for battle," she said. She grabbed her own sword and started hitting the dummy a little farther away from his.

"I'll be fine. I already practiced while you were making our equipment." Seraphina stopped slicing the dummy and gave him a hard stare.

"I'm sorry. That wasn't a question. You are going to do it now. Understood?" He narrowed his eyes at her, and without saying a word he turned to the dummy and gave two fast hits to the dummy. When he lifted the blade back up, it fumbled and slipped out of his hands. He started breathing hard, and holding his legs for support.

"By the Gods it's heavy. Why is the armor this heavy?" He panted. She shrugged, and started hitting the dummy six times in a row, not breaking a sweat. "I don't know. I suppose it's because it is good quality."

He nodded, and picked up his blade again. He heaved it over his head; obviously it was taking all of his strength to do so, and landed it into the wood post next to the dummy. He tried to yank it out, but it wouldn't budge. He roared loudly, and grabbed it roughly and must have pulled with everything he had. It came out and he must not have expected it, because he lost his footing, making him crash on his butt.

Laughing lightly, she held out her hand to lift him up. He grabbed it, and yanked her down with him. She wasn't expecting it, so when she realized what he was doing it was too late. He managed to grab her dagger she had on her hip that she used only in her house and stabbed her thigh. She gasped, seeing how his bright crimson eyes blazed in triumph. He pulled it out, ready to strike her again, when she grabbed his armed hand and held it high above them, and kicking him in the balls.

He groaned, and lost concentration, giving her enough space to roll out from under him. She still had his arm and twisted it around, deciding that she wouldn't stop until he either let go of the blade or she heard a snap. There goes the snap, so she let go and grabbed the dagger from him. He was moaning in pain, now holding his arm.

She grabbed him roughly by his armor and hoisted him to stand. She put the put the dagger on the back of his neck and brought him upstairs with her. Pushing him to the dining room table, he sat down reluctantly. She went upstairs to grab more potions, and when she came down, she gave him a minor healing potion, which won't do much for him, while she got a regular healing potion. Good, she thought, I hope it doesn't heal him too much yet. Let him feel that pain for a while.

She rolled her eyes once she saw the sweat drip from his forehead. He was trying to hold in the pain, with not much success. He must not be used to getting hurt so easily, she mused. After a few more minutes he was shaking, and staring at the empty healing bottles in front of him.

She held her ground though. He needed to realize it would be best to be allies for the time being. She did unfortunately need him at the moment, since it would take weeks just to find a prospect for a new follower, let alone the training and moving them in from wherever she'll find them in.

He roared loudly, and when he took a few deep breaths, he mumbled so low, she could barely hear it. "I am sorry for stabbing you. It was a missed opportunity, but you are alive. Could I please have more of that medicinal drink… p-please?"

She smirked and got an extra from her sack on her holster. She handed it to him and he snatched it angrily from her hand. "Oh, sure you can. Why didn't you just ask before? I would've given you some more," she said sweetly. He clenched his hands around the vial so hard; she wouldn't be surprised if it shattered. He let go of it and got up quickly. She tensed, but he quickly made it to the bedroom.

When he got inside, she yelled out, "Just to let you know the bed you've been sleeping in is my bed. I will resume sleeping in it tonight. Your bed is that pile of hay in the corner with the pillow and blanket. Dinner will be in about fifteen minutes. We are having leftover stew."

He growled, but said nothing. Rolling her eyes, she started to reheat the stew. Now she just needed to keep her guard up tonight and lock all of the doors leading out. He will not be able to access any weapons so the only one in the room will be her dagger, which will be with her at all times. Hopefully he gives up on trying killing her. She won't get her hopes up just yet though.

Kenet means Born of fire by the way. It was really hard to come up with a name believe me.

Dov= Dragonkind

A.N.- Hello again! Hope you didn't hate it. Please let me know what you all think. What was your favorite? Mine was the excrement. Call me a child but once I thought of what it would be like for him to learn everything I couldn't resist. How do you like their relationship so far? Lots –o-lovin' already huh? We'll get there darlings we'll get there. I hope you all liked it and please review. It is like serious writing crack! No joke! Hope you all have a great new year! Love you all! 8)