I walk to my room, Black Beetle parting from me a while back, off to see to some disturbance in the Science Lab with the Scarabs. After that educational security detail tour, I felt I deserved a reward, or at least a nap.

Just inside, the door sweeps shut behind me and I slump over, a wave of bloodlust rushing over me. My fangs surge out, then retreat, to be once again hidden in my mouth, instead of out like a Khajiit's. I have nothing against the beastial race, and find them quite lovely to look at, in fact, unlike most of the local Nords in Skyrim.

Along with the bloodlust, an unfamiliar feeling rises up as well. It couldn't be, but it is.

I'm homesick. Am I? I left it years ago, the Summerset Isles, to serve the Imperial Legion as a battlemage. Even as a child, my gifts were present, but I did not expect something like this to happen to me, of all vampires. Or elves.

I don't know how I got here, so how could I possibly return?

Quickly, I banish the feeling and rise, stepping into my adjacent bathroom and into the shower, relishing it's heat on my cold skin. As much as I hate fire, I love warmth, and this provides it rather well. Along with a certain Reachman I know…

I'm interrupted in my musings by the intercom. "Listener, please come to the Science Lab."

I sigh, stepping out of the shower instantly. I didn't even have time to wet my hair. My armor practically appears out of thin air, so used to putting it on I don't even have to think about it.

Racing down the hallways, I dodge out of the ways of several other people on the ship, and enter the Lab, looking for the female lead Scientist.

"Is the Meta-Gene procedure ready?"

The Scientist looks up. "Yes. Please step into the chamber over there, and your Meta-Gene will be activated when certain things are introduced into the control environment. Unfortunately, you will have to be unconscious for the procedure to be fully integrated."

I frown. "For how long?"

The Scientist frowns as well. "It depends upon the Meta-Gene. We cannot halt the process, or we risk degrading your entire DNA sequences."

I nod, and walk into the chamber, changing into my Dark Brotherhood robes.

Laying down, I close my eyes and find sleep waiting for me in an instant.

I hear alarms buzzing, but I try to sleep again anyway. Sadly, the Reach scientists don't think like I do, and one of them is slammed against the chamber, shattering it like glass. In steps a boy, looking like a man but without the bravado or brash over-confidence usually accompanying such superheroes.

"It's okay; you're safe now. Come with me, we'll get you to safety." he reaches out a hand to me, and I take it, tugging him slightly downwards and reacting fast enough to bite into his neck, using the Seduction spell on him.

I feast on his blood, letting it calm me and my prey down. Most people assume that vampires have some sort of venom, or pheromones, et cetera. Some do, but it's wiser to have a sedative than venom. If you're prey is terrified, it stops them from struggling, and doesn't turn them like venom does.

He feebly struggles still, even after several seconds of feeding. I think about sending him off with his team, but I'd have no way to get information, and the Martian girl would probably sense something off about him, therefore removing any usefulness he might have as a spy. Due to his struggles, which have finally died down, it'd be wise to keep him close, to be able to monitor and use as cavalry and information that he already knows.

I finally stop feeding, and I find yet another willing thrall ready for commands.

Sadly, at that moment, the wall crashes down, and the team is in full view of us. I glance at Superboy, and whisper, "Protect me."

The others stare at me, unfamiliar with who I am, and I curse internally. I knew I should have worn my Nightingale armor, at the very least. What was I thinking?

Luckily, my hood hides my face partially, and I'm deep enough in shadow that they can't get a good look at me. I should probably change my warpaint, though. Just a precaution.

My thinking is interrupted by another crash through the ceiling, and down drops several of Black Manta's troops, armed to the teeth and hopefully much better shots than their comrades.

Have you seen their target range? They're terrible. Impacts everywhere except the targets. I mean everywhere.

They start firing, and, as luck would have it, they aren't completely terrible.

We're even lost in the confusion, and as the scene is covered in smoke, we get away, my thrall and I.

I run to my room, Superboy following me, and don my armor and Konahrik, grabbing everything else just in case. I'm used to fending for myself, and myself only.

I grin under my mask, telling Superboy orders as well. His mind will be completely crumbled once I let him out of my thrall and show him the footage of him killing his teammates. A crumbled mind is a crippled one, and ever so easy to control.

Others, however, are not quite like that. But, I do like challenges.

Superboy and I find our way back to the fighting, jumping into the fray and decimating teammates. Flames shoot out unbidden at targets, setting their entire person on fire, without having to think of the spell. Frost numbs and shocks the Atlantean, as well as others, slowing them considerably and making their teeth chatter while their limbs turn to ice.

I sigh in contentedness. It is a good day.

(A/N- The Dragonborn does whatever she feels necessary to aid her and her alone, so she might look like she's helping others, but she usually only does it if it benefits her in some way. Please tell me what you think in a review.)