Fenra had taken a job two weeks after Skjor's funeral. It took her to Morthal so she was gone for a while. Farkas had his own jobs to do and the two planned on meeting up as soon as they could in Falkreath. She worried about him with the Silver Hand out there, but Kodlak sent Ria and Torvar with him as back up. Morthal was just as she remembered it. Cold, snowy and full of superstitious people. She had been there a day and already she wanted to go back to Whiterun. The Jarl here was a old woman who was said to have the sight and though the cold did not get to her like it use to. It was on her third day there she smelled it. The sickening smell of death that only a vampire could leave behind. She cursed under her breath and went to the tavern to see if she could get some information of any strange goings on. She stepped in and her eyes fell on a young woman who was as equally startled to see another of her kind in town. Fenra made her way over and sat down across form the woman.

"Your not one of us, what do you want here?" Fenra smiled at the fact she could instill fear in another vampire. She knew she smelled different from the rest of them. She did not have the stink of decay on her. It was something she was thankful for. She hated that smell.

"Your right I am not one of you. Where is your nest?"

"Like I would tell you. Our master would never take you in to the fold."

"Who said I wanted into the fold? I am here to find out why that house burned down and what caused it." The woman shifted nervously under Fenra's gaze. Having the strength and presence of a master vampire had it's advantages.

"Why?"

"I was hired to do so and I aim to get to the bottom of it." She flashed the woman a smile baring her fangs and the woman flinched. "Now you can tell me or I can find out on my own and you will have no use to me."

"Wh...why do you want to stop us?"

"Who said I want to stop you? Maybe I am just curious, who knows. My mind changes on a whim. If I were you I would go home and hole myself up in my coffin and stay there." The woman nodded and got up from the table. She rabbited to the door and took off into the night. "I swear sometimes it is way to easy." Fenra got up leaving gold on the table for the innkeeper and walked out the door. The woman left a very blatant trail for her to follow. It did not take Fenra long to find the lair and sneak her way in. She heard the woman she had talked to yelling, arguing with others. She peered from behind the wall she was hidden behind and saw someone she wished she hadn't.

"Alva what is the meaning of this? You are to be watching the city."

"I was Lord Movarth, but..."

"But what?"

"There is another vampire here. She is strong. She told me she was looking into the fire."

"What else did she want?"

"I don't know My Lord, she scared me." Fenra took this time to walk out into plain sight. Her blades stayed in their sheaths and her hood up to hide her face.

"Fool, she baited you to lead her here." Movarth pushed Alva aside and crouched into a fighting postion.

"Nice place you have here Movarth, but your minions leave something to be desired." He straightened up and looked at her wide eyed when she pulled her hood down.

"Fenra?"

"It has been a long time, and you I see are the same arrogant bastard I knew all those years ago."

"And I see you still haven't given up trying to kill all of our kind." He crossed his arms over his chest and stood up taller to be more menacing. Fenra laughed in her head. She never was one to back down from a good fight.

"One does tend to stick with what they are good at."

"What do you want Fenra?"

"I want to know where Tark is."

"He is not in Skyrim right now as far as I know. He went to Cyrodiil." She could tell he was lying, but she was not sure why.

"He hates Cyrodiil."

"He was looking for you. His wrath over you destroying his coven has not waned with time. If anything he is more angry now then he was then."

"I do tend to get under people's skin. I know he is here and I really do hate to be lied to."

"I can help you kill him Fenra all I ask is you let me live and stay here to build my coven." Fenra got a thoughtful look on her face before shaking her head.

"Sorry I can't do that. I can't let you live and spread this curse to others." She drew her blades and Movarth held his hands up.

"You can't kill him on your own and you know it. He is much older than he has stated and even as strong as you are Fenra, you do not stand a chance. He will tear you apart and make you beg for death."

"He's already done that. Ten years I suffered under his abuse. Ten years I wished nothing more than to die and prayed to the Gods to hear me, to take me away. I am tired of living in fear of him and if that means taking the fight to him and dying so be it." With a hiss she ran at the other vampires and fought a bloody and violent battle. In the end Fenra stood alone in the cavern surrounded by the bleeding corpses of Movarth and his coven. She ransacked his lair and found a letter from Tark. Her stomach dropped as she read it.

Movarth,

It seems my wayward bride has returned to Skyrim. If she comes to you for help you must let me know. I want her back and will reward you handsomely for her return. The last word I had was she was near Whiterun. Returning to see home no doubt. I've heard she had been seen in the company of the Companions. I would prefer not to get them involved in this. I have lived this long through secrecy and myth. The Companions have a long standing respect in the land. I doubt she will tell anyone what she is or even who she is. The story of her going mad and killing her family was too delicious a rumor not to start. It covered her disappearance quite well. Do not underestimate her Movarth, she is a skilled warrior and stronger than any mere thrall or minion. I fear in my hope she would take to her new life I made her on par with most masters. Tread carefully in her presence.

Tark

"Guess you didn't heed his warning." She folded the letter and placed it in her pack and what ever else she found that was of use. She burned the bodies and said a silent prayer over them. Most of these people were victims like her. Brought into this life by creatures who thought they were gods. She left and headed back to the Jarl Idgrod Ravencrone to tell her the threat was gone. She entered the hall and went up the the throne. "Your city should be safe from vampires for a while my Jarl."

"The Companions' reputation is well placed."

"Thank you." The Jarl turned to her steward and the other man in the room.

"You may leave us. I have something to discuss with this young woman alone." The men bowed and walked out of the hall. "Come closer dear. I might be rid of a vampire problem, but you are not."

"I am not sure what you mean."

"Yes you do. I know what you are, who you are. Fenra Darkheather is a name known well in Skyrim."

"I..."

"I know what happened to you and your family. I saw it in a vision, but no one wants to believe. You are not like the others of your kind. I respect that in you." Fenra had heard of Idgrod's power for seeing things, but was not sure it if was just a rumor or not.

"You saw what happened to me?"

"I have been blessed or cursed depending on your opinion with visions. I was a child when you were turned, but I remember your face and the sadness in your eyes. It is still there, but less now."

"Fifty years has helped distance the pain."

"And the new found love that is waiting for you in Falkreath does not hurt either."

"You know of him as well?"

"Yes, I wanted to share something with you since you did me and my people this favor. I had a vision before I contacted the Companions for help. I requested you personally so I could relay this to you. Kodlak was all to happy to send you when I explained my dream to him. Most of it was not clear to me, but it might be to you."

"Please go ahead."

"I see you standing with a wolf at your side. This wolf is your salvation, your hope. Trust this creature and it will lead you to life." Fenra nodded. Not all of it made sense, but she knew who the wolf was.

"I think I understand. I need to take my leave since the sun will be up in a few hours."

"You have to tell him what you are, before he finds out from someone else."

"He hates vampires."

"Does he love you?"

"He has not said those words, but I have a feeling he does. I love him, but have not given voice to it."

"You should."

"Your right, but to lose him..."

"You are no child so I will not talk to you thus. Life is too short even for the undead. You must weigh what is easy against what is best." Fenra nodded and slipped out the door into the night. She found her horse saddled and ready by the inn. The horse whom she had been calling Shadow Walker snorted and pawed at the ground when she jumped into the saddle.

"Easy boy, I know, traveling at night is not to your liking. I swear I will buy a bucket full of apples when we get home." Her heels gently nudged the horse and he took off into the night. She wanted to make it to the half way point to Falkreath by day break so she could rest in a cave she knew. The faster she got back to Farkas the happier she would be.

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"Why are we here again?" Farkas rolled his eyes at Torvar. They had been waiting for Fenra to join them so they could all go back to Whiterun together. Torvar amused himself with mead and women while Ria shopped at the merchants around in Falkreath.

"We are waiting for Fenra, Torvar, She should be here tonight or tomorrow."

"Isn't she in Morthal?"

"Yes."

"She could be there for weeks. As much as I like the mead here I want to get back to Jorrvaskr."

"Then you two go ahead I am waiting for her."

"We are not suppose to leave a shield sibling alone. Kodlak's orders." Farkas again rolled his eyes and went back to his drink. He really wished he had been able to come alone. Vilkas had found new and inventive ways to keep him and Fenra apart. It was driving him nuts. He wished he knew why his brother hated her so much. Fenra had never done anything to deserve it. Normally she stayed as far away from Vilkas as she could. Truthfully other than Aela now and himself, Fenra stayed away from all the other Companions.

"I don't need a milk-drinker like you to babysit me Torvar."

"Hey, you don't have to call me names. I am just doing what I was told. Ria and I have to stay with you." Farkas had to leave before he changed and ripped the man's face off.

"I'm going to go to my room." Ria shook her head and smiled.

"I hope she gets here soon. I think Farkas needs to blow off some steam."

"Steam?"

"By the Divines are you that dense or that drunk most of the time. Farkas and Fenra are together."

"She's with him?"

"Yes, why is that such a shock?"

"He is just so..." A hand gripped Torvar's shoulder and pinched it hard.

"If I were you I would not finish that sentence Torvar." Ria smiled up at Fenra who was shaking the snow off her cloak. "Where is he?"

"He is in that room over there. I think Torvar and I are going to start heading back to Whiterun." The young warrior pulled the drunken man behind her and left the inn. Fenra knocked softly on Farkas' door.

"Torvar I swear I am going to..." He ripped open the door and saw a beautiful smiling woman looking up and him instead of a drunken fighter.

"I hope I am much better looking than Torvar." She let out a playful shriek when he pulled her inside the room. "Missed me did you?"

"Like you would not believe. How was Morthal?"

"Cold, creepy and weird."

"Typical Morthal."

"Pretty much. So our chaperons are heading back home. It is just you and me." Farkas wrapped his arms around her and kissed her hard.

"We should go somewhere else since you can't be quiet. I don't need someone coming in here thinking I am torturing you."

"Where do you have in mind?"

"One of the hunters here owes me a favor. I think I could convince him to let me have his tent for the night."

"Farkas it is snowing out there."

"And your point is?"

"We'll freeze."

"I'll keep you warm." Fenra threw back her head and laughed.

"I guess it does come in handy having a man who is his own fur coat." He winced at the joke and Fenra put her hand on his cheek to sooth him.

"Being a werewolf around you is not such a good idea."

"I'm not afraid of you when you are like that. I happen to have a very great love of wolves."

"You should be afraid. I could hurt you or..."

"Farkas, please for me stop doing that."

"Doing what?"

"Talking down about yourself. You don't give yourself enough credit." Part of him loved when she got like this. The fire in her eyes when she tried to make him feel like he was worth it.

"I just don't want to see you hurt or worse cursed like me."

"One man's curse is another man's boon." He noticed her eyes went dark for a moment and the sadness he had seen from time to time return. "I don't want to fight. This is the first time we have been able to be together since the funeral. I want to just..." Farkas didn't let her finish. He lifted her up and kissed her. He relished the feel of her legs wrapping around him. His lips trailed a line to her neck and he inhaled deeply.

"You smell like the grave." She pushed back on his shoulders so she could look him in the eye.

"Well when one fights vampires, normally one smells like the grave."

"You shouldn't be doing that alone."

"It was a small nest, one master, a hand full of minions. Nothing I couldn't handle."

"I still don't like it."

"I know. So I guess since I smell like the grave I should take a bath."

"Bath sounds nice."

"Care to join me?"

"Thought you never ask."

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Kodlak sat at his desk pouring over an old tome that Fenra had brought back for him. She had found it on one of her jobs. It was from the mage college at Winterhold. She had found it while looking for a cure for herself. She had found nothing for herself, but found this tome had some interesting things about werewolves. He heard a knock on the door and closed the book hiding it under some papers on the desk.

"Come." Vignar Gray-Mane walked into the room and closed the door behind him. "Vignar, what brings you here at this late hour?"

"My brother told me something very strange and I wanted to talk to you about it."

"Strange?"

"He told me he meet a woman who said her name was Fenra Darkheather. That...Fenra is dead Kodlak and I am not happy some woman is using her name."

"You knew her?"

"She and I were friends when we were children. The deaths of her and her family nearly ripped Whiterun apart fifty years ago. There were some who said she killed them, but I know better, she was happy and in love. She did not have murder in her. Her heart was too pure." Neither men knew Vilkas was outside the door listening. He had come to talk to Kodlak, but heard the voices and did not knock on the door.

"It still is. You'd better sit down old friend. We have much to talk about." Kodlak told Vignar everything that he knew about Fenra. Vignar to his credit took it quite well. Vilkas on the other hand did not stay to hear passed the point Fenra was a vampire. He stormed to Aela's room and tried to hold down his fear for Farkas. He would not lose his brother to a bloodsucker.

"I...Talos above, how has she endured?"

"She is strong and as you said her heart is pure. She wants to find a cure and become human again."

"Is that even possible?"

"It is, but I am afraid to tell her how to do it. I'm not sure she wants to trade one monster for another."

"Do the others know what she is?"

"No, I am afraid what they would do if they found out. She would be in danger and I have no doubt she would defend herself if need be. I wouldn't blame her if she did."

"I will not say a word to anyone. When she gets back would it...tell her to come and see me. I would like to see her, talk to her."

"I will tell her. She should be back in a few days."

"You need to tell her what can cure her Kodlak." The Harbinger sighed and nodded. It was time to tell her before someone finds out who and what she is. If that got out there would be blood and Kodlak did not want that on his hands.

Just wanted to again thank all those who have been reading this and who have put it in their watchlist and favorites. To my reviewers you also have my heartfelt thanks. I do want to apologize to all the Vilkas fans who have read this. I know I am writing him as a major jerk, but it just part of the story. I actually like the character and had a hard time picking between the two brothers in the game. Farkas was much more endearing to me so I when with him for my character to marry.

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