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"Our Hero, our Hero, claims a warrior's heart,
I tell you, I tell you, the Dragonborn comes.
With a Voice wielding power of the ancient Nord art,
Believe, believe, the Dragonborn comes.
It's an end to the evil of all Skyrim's foes,
Beware, beware, the Dragonborn comes,
For the darkness has passed and the legend yet grows,
You'll know, you'll know, the Dragonborn's come."
Morgan smiled a little as the young woman sang the song about the Dragonborn. She loved how the words seemed to make her feel as though someone still believed in her.
Morgan and Serana were now sitting down in the corner of the tavern in Falkreath. They had agreed that it would be safer to go to the Sanctuary when it was night time. As it was, it was late afternoon, so they decided to pass the time by picking up information from the locals as they drank and talked. They picked the darkest part of the room and just listened, their heightened senses of hearing being able to pick up even a whisper in the sheer ruckus that was around them.
Morgan could overhear the tavern bard having to tell a drunk Nord that 'she as going to make sure he wouldn't have anything to use, if he carried on with his advances' that made her grin, and she sniggered when a second later, she heard a sharp slap being administered to the drunks face before she walked away. She then overheard a few snippets of rumours about herself as well, so she concentrated on that conversation over all the others.
"I tell you, she's not what you think she is Roland. She's still the Dragonborn. She's still the woman who defeated the World Eater himself!"
"Apart from the fact she likes to drain people of their blood now, you milk drinker. She's a vampire now"
"And? You know as well as I do that some vampires stay away from that path. You know about the rumours of that group of vampires in Morthal"
"Yes, because they don't want to kill off their food supply, moron. Morgan is still the Dragonborn but try telling her that if she's hungry"
"If I met her, I would"
"Yeah right. And maybe Talos himself would appear alongside her and tell you that she's still human"
"Ugh, you are such a twit. If you think she's all bad, then explain why she helped liberate Whiterun from the Thalmor then?"
There was silence and Morgan had to grin. The man who still seemed to believe in her on some level had won the argument. They had heard a few conversations about the events in Whiterun in the two days they had spent travelling to Falkreath, and all of them had centred on the Thalmors defeat thanks to the vampires and the Jarl fighting together. Falkreath was an Imperial controlled village, but many of the people there were now coming around to seeing that the Empire was a puppet organisation, and some had even started forming ideas about a possible breakaway from both the Stormcloak and Empire altogether.
Then she felt a small tug on her sleeve, and she turned her head slightly to see a small girl of around seven years old staring at her, her slightly grimy face being overshadowed by her beaming smile.
"Its you. You're her!"
Morgan placed a gentle finger on the girls lips and winked.
"Shhhh, don't tell anyone. Its our little secret"
The girl giggled and nodded…and Morgan relaxed, she had been ready to calm her mind and to make her forget, but seeing the girl nod vehemently had changed her mind in following that course.
"I won't tell. But…is it true? Are you a…you know?"
Morgan sighed as she noted that Serana was watching the two of them with a raised eyebrow.
"You can't tell anyone dear. It would put you in a lot of danger if you said anything, okay?"
"I wont tell. I promise on the name of Talos himself, I won't." the girl replied.
Morgan nodded and smiled so that her fangs could be seen slightly, but only so that the girl would see them. She didn't want anyone here finding out that two vampires were sitting in their tavern.
"Wooooow" the girl muttered as Morgan closed her mouth again. "I wont tell anyone Dragonborn"
"Thank you. What's your name, dear?"
"Mori" she replied shyly.
"Nice to meet you Mori, but you better go before your mother sees you talking to us"
Mori nodded and gently hugged Morgans' waist before scampering away with a spring in her step. Morgan chuckled softly as she looked at Serana, who was smiling at her with an amused twinkle in her eyes.
"Sweet"
"Shut up" Morgan muttered as she threw a handful of rice at Serana…who just stopped in in midair with a spell and let it fall into the bowl that Morgan had scooped it from.
There was silence again, before Morgan spoke again. She had been thinking a lot when she had had the time to herself, and she knew that now was as good a time as ever to ask Serana what had been on her mind ever since she had turned into a vampire.
"Serana…I have to ask…why me? I mean, don't get me wrong or anything, but…what do you see in me that attracts you so?"
She looked up and met Seranas gaze, which was thoughtful and at the same time relaxed. This made Morgan feel a little better, as she had felt she might have offended her in some way.
"Well, at first, it was just your appearance. The way you moved when we had our little fight was graceful and flowing. I hadn't expected you to move as though the air itself was your ally…almost like a dragons flight is graceful. After the fight, I travelled back to my home…and promptly had a falling out with my father" Serana replied, making a face at the last sentence.
Morgan reached out to place her hand over Seranas, and she smiled at the touch before continuing.
"Then I left there. My father and I never really got on well anyway. So I travelled to Solitude. And it was there that I found out who you really were. You were the Dragonborn that all of Skyrim is talking about still. You defeated Alduin, you defeated dragons in battle every time someone asked for your aid and you always answered their pleas for help. So I was then attracted to what you were"
Serana took a sip of the mead, but only to keep up appearances that they were there to drink and socialise, just in case anyone were watching them.
"So I found out that you were in Whiterun, and I simply had to see you again. I wanted to see how you interacted with everyone who looked up to you, people who asked so much of you, even after the threat of the World Eater was over. I watched you as you drank, talked and danced with the people, and my feelings for you grew once more" Serana said, meeting Morgans eyes now.
Morgan was about to reply, but Seranas slender hand covering her lips gently stopped her, and she knew that she had more to say. So she nodded as Serana smiled briefly and removed her hand before talking once more.
"And then I met you face to face once more. When I sat down next to you and placed my hand on your thigh…it was like….Sorry" Serana said with a shiver.
Morgan raised an eyebrow and waited patiently. She knew that what Serana was saying took a lot of courage to say to her, and she wouldn't interrupt her. She wanted to know more.
"I don't know if you noticed, but have you felt how everyone's blood flows through them in a different way? You sort of sense if they are excited, scared, happy. And there's another feeling when you sense them in that way. Its hard to explain but…well, the average Nord male for example is like a tankard of mead for me. Just…ugh" Serana muttered.
Morgan grinned at that.
"A typical Altmer mage is like…drinking a fine wine. Its must be because of their magicka. A Breton or Imperial is the same as well, although an Imperial is always flat"
Morgan shook her head but she knew that Serana was explaining it like this so she could understand better.
"Then there was yours. It was like I could feel a torrent of unlimited Daedric Whisky flowing through you. I don't know if you have tried that, but it burns your mouth out. But in your case…it was like I was eating volcanic lava…but mixed in with your Breton blood, it made it…insatiable" Serana trailed off, absentmindedly running her fingers along her lips.
Morgan would say she was lying if she didn't find this seductive, but she cleared her throat after a few seconds, and Serana grinned sheepishly.
"Sorry. Anyway, I just couldn't ignore you after that…Sorry"
Morgan just couldn't help but snigger at her words, before reaching over and clasping Seranas head between her hands, bringing her face forwards so that she could kiss her fully on the lips. Serana sighed into the kiss and Morgan eventually broke the kiss and smiled at her.
"Thank you for telling me. I know that couldn't have been easy for you"
Serana nodded and there was comfortable silence for a while, before she spoke again.
"Can I ask…about why you like me?"
Morgan nodded. It was only fair, and if she was honest, she had wanted to tell Serana for some time.
"Well…the fight in the crypt at first. Having a stunning woman pin me down like that was…exhilarating, as well as life threatening" she said, smiling a little at how easily she had said that.
Serana nodded and smiled at her for replying so readily.
"Then in Whiterun. When you sat next to me, it was like I was sitting next to Nocturnal herself or something. Someone so beautiful yet so dangerous at the same time is a combination that I never could get over. And yes, I did visit a shrine to Nocturnal a few times in Cyrodiil before coming to Skyrim" she explained.
"Go on" Serana encouraged gently.
"Then…when you bit me. It was painful at first, and even though I couldn't move, I still felt shivers down my spine as you straddled me and fed. Then it became…pleasant. Peaceful. I felt all the worries of my world simply vanish. The pain of losing Marcus lessened. I will always love him, and his death created a large hole within me….but you just complete me" Morgan finished, the final sentence a whisper.
She didn't need to say anything else as Serana sat on her lap, pressed her face onto her cool skin near the collarbone and kissed the top of her head a few times.
"Thank you Morgan. It was harder for you to divulge what you were thinking more than myself….and after what happened with your husband.. I am so sorry if I hurt you in any way, but know this. I love you and you complete me as well. I will die to protect you if needs be" Serana said quietly.
Morgan just hugged her body tightly and simply sat there in her arms, and both of them ignored the stares of the people in the tavern as they embraced each other. Well, until the drunk man suddenly pointed at them.
"Hey…Isn't that the Dragonbornsshhhh?"
Morgan sighed as Serana climbed off her lap and she confronted the mass of people as she dropped her hood, allowing everyone to see her fully. There was silence then, and the two vampires felt dozens of hearts begin to pump a little faster as their bodies realised that two vampires were in their midst. Then the tavern owner spoke up in a whisper.
"You aren't going to…"
"No, Valga, we are not going to feed on you or anyone else here" Morgan replied quietly, "We are just passing through"
"Oh…its just that we thought that.."
"Thought what? Thought that I would suddenly jump onto someone and eat them for the fun of it? Well, we don't. We are not animals like the rabble that live in caves. Yes, we are vampires but we only feed on bandits and those that attack us. Like the Thalmor" Morgan said passionately. She almost smiled as Seranas hand latched onto hers.
Morgan spotted little Mori standing there with her arms wrapped around Valgas leg, but she was beaming at her.
Clearly, she has more intelligence than most people have, Morgan thought for a moment.
"In actual fact, its because of us that the Thalmor are no longer in control of Whiterun and its Hold. Its also because of us that the Thalmor presence is no longer existent here in Falkreath. In fact, I plan to kill every Thalmor bastard that I come across" Morgan finished with a snarl in her voice now.
Everyone shivered at her words, and Morgan was glad when the same man that had believed in her walked forwards slowly but without pausing, stopping in front of the two vampires. He didn't show fear, but both Morgan and Serana could hear his blood pounding through him. So it was a surprise when he extended his hand to Morgan.
"Its an honour to meet you Dragonborn. The former Jarl Dengeir, at your service"
Morgan almost gasped, but she held herself in check. She managed to give a small smile as she gently gripped the old mans hand and shook it. She knew about the former Jarl being 'demoted' from the position as Jarl…but no-one there said anything so she knew that they thought he was a better person than his nephew, who currently controlled the village and the area. 'Jarl' Siddgeir was a complete idiot on her view, and she had hated every moment being within his presence.
"The honour is mine Jarl Dengeir" she replied as she nodded, letting go of his hand. He then extended his hand to Serana, who shook it as well.
"An honour my dear" he said with a smile.
"You are too kind Jarl Dengeir" Serana replied with a grin.
The former Jarl then turned to face everyone in the tavern.
"See? She didn't feed on me! She didn't rip me apart like so many people keep saying she would do! She is still the Dragonborn! It is thanks to her that we are still alive! She fought Alduin and some say she even went to Sovngarde itself to finally defeat him! So if some of you would give her the respect she deserves, then maybe we can start to talk about ridding ourselves of my useless Imperial-controlled nephew and get this village back to what it used to be!"
Morgan smiled at the old mans words. Many people assumed he was paranoid, and maybe he was, but his words clearly struck a chord within the hearts and minds of the people in the tavern. Because after a few seconds, everyone came forward to talk to the Dragonborn herself, as well as her attractive companion. And when Mori was held in Morgans arms and sniggered as she tried to turn her lips up to look at her fangs, many people laughed as Morgan had to continually turn her head away.
Morgan looked at Serana now as everyone started talking again…mainly about overthrowing the current regime.
"Do. Not. Tell. Babette."
Serana smirked.
"I wouldn't dream of it" she replied.
Morgan sighed as Mori finally managed to turn her lip up to see her fangs again…but she was beginning to smile. They had made some unlikely friends in a place that had previously been scared of her and Seranas kin. Maybe more people would see that she was still the same person. She tickled Mori with her fingers and grinned back at Serana as she was pelted with questions about what she and Morgan had been up to. At least if she told Babette about what the little girl was doing, she would have something to respond with…