Azriel stepped through the door, holding it open for Serana. Azriel knew no one was home, she could smell that Lydia and Calder had been there recently. But, the darkness held the quiet sense of vacancy. They're probably up at Jorrvaskr…
Since Lydia had joined the Companions, after her brush with death in an old ruin, she had taken to staying at Jorrvaskr when Azriel was away. It was easier for her and Azriel hadn't objected in the slightest. Quite the opposite, she had encouraged her to become part of the Companions and had spoken to Kodlak on her behalf. Lydia still tended to Breezehome and Azriel made sure to always thank her for it and it was Lydia's home too, as far as Azriel was concerned.
The fireplace ignited at Azriel's will and she held her breath. She was nervous Serana would hate the place. She wasn't sure why, but she really wanted Serana to like it. Azriel closed the door behind Serana after she entered. Azriel glanced around the room as Serana took it in.
Serana took a deep breath. The small wooden house was amazing. She looked around at the interior which lacked decor, but what it held were true treasures to her.
"Oh for fuck sakes!" Azriel exclaimed looking around.
Serana looked at Azriel alarmed. "What's wrong?"
"Fucking Lydia rearranged everything again. I'm never going to find a fucking thing in here without her drawing me a damn map."
Serana smirked, relieved. "Who's Lydia?"
"My obsessive compulsive can't leave anything alone Housecarl." Azriel said scathingly.
The house is empty, where is this servant of hers? "There's no one here Azriel, where is your servant?"
Azriel stared at her. "She's not my servant. She's a Housecarl and my Shield-Sister. Please don't ever call her that. I think it's demeaning, but apparently it's something of tradition in Skyrim. Lydia told me it was a great honor." Azriel's words were kindly as she spoke, but she made a disgusted face.
"I think of it as forced servitude. I had to learn to choose my battles because of it took me a while to see it the way she does. Still, fucking Nords have backwards thinking…" Azriel sighed.
Serana could sympathize with her logic. Azriel had been a slave, having a servant would be a dreadful idea to her. Serana looked around the small downstairs room with interest. Though the room lacked any significant furnishings, what it held captured her heart.
There were stacks upon stacks of books lining the walls as high as they could reach. Many of them had place markers or sheets of parchment hanging out of them.
There were soul gems and other similar items set in neat piles on shelves and on top of the books. Rolls of paper dotted the tops of the stacks. Pinned to the walls were maps or notes written in the draconian language. The back wall near the small table and chairs held a map of Tamriel. Red circles dotted the landscape around some of the major cities. Next to the map of Tamriel was a map of Skyrim. Various colored inks and small notes marked locations and places.
The place was itself was well cared for. From the interior, it as if a scholar lived in it not a fierce warrior of legend.
Then she looked up.
Hanging from the upstairs rafters, were dozens of wrapped bundles. Many were wrapped in oiled rags, some in linen. Each held a small tag, also written in draconian telling the contents.
Serana smirked as she read a few of them.
Ebony sword… Glass Shield… Melt this back to bars… Daedric boots… Broken sword… Piece of shit…
"Are all those weapons and armor?"
Azriel smiled while she removed her gauntlets. "Yeah. Most of them are projects that I haven't had time to finish. Some were experiments in understanding older or mythic enchantments. I've tried some new weapon styles, mostly though it's a junkyard for when I'm bored, which lately is never."
Serana smiled. She hadn't really imagined Azriel having a home while they wandered the country side together. The more she thought about it, the more she realized the place was indeed a reflection of Azriel's interests and personality.
"Um… so… " Azriel cleared her throat. "What do you think? I know it's kind of cluttered."
"Azriel your place is amazing! It's like a library I could get lost in for years." Serana answered with enthusiasm, looking at the old books. "Some of these tomes are ancient."
Azriel blew out a breath of relief. "I'm okay with that idea." She smiled at Serana.
Serana's smile broadened. Then the idea that they were starting something together dawned on her and the reality of it started to sink in. We're mates… well at least to her that's what we are. So we're together.
It weighed heavy in her mind for the first time. She's mortal… whether or not the dragons' life force extends her own, as well as her wolf blessing, she will eventually die. Am I really ready to start a relationship with a mortal, only to watch her age and die?
Serana watched while Azriel unbuckled her back scabbard and shrugged off her swords. Azriel took off her ruck sack and walked to the table in the back, setting everything down. She unbuckled her cuirass and set it on the table. Azriel dug her dagger out of her bag and slipped it into her belt.
Azriel smiled at her, watching for a moment, then her eyebrows knitted together as her smile faded. "Is something wrong?"
Serana shook her head, clearing it of her thoughts. "No. I was just thinking."
Azriel watched her and Serana turned her back, pretending to be interested in her books. I don't want to think about that right now…
But, the doubts lingered.
It was evening and Azriel knew she still needed to talk to Vilkas. Azriel inspected herself. She was filthy, but that wasn't what caught her attention. I look ridiculous with one sleeve... She ripped the other one off without hesitation. Azriel looked to where Serana was perusing her library and walked up behind her soundlessly. She wrapped her arms around the vampire's waist and pulled her close.
Serana didn't move away, nor did she reciprocate the action in any way.
"It bothers you I'm mortal, doesn't it?" Azriel whispered in her ear.
Serana froze. How could she know that? "No."
Azriel laughed softly at her lie, but her insides twisted into a knot.
"I know what you were feeling and I saw the way you looked at me." Azriel contemplated her words. She wouldn't be the source of Serana or Aela's pain. If Serana wouldn't or couldn't handle the potential of a relationship, so be it. But, she needed to know what the vampire wanted.
"Serana, we don't have to do this, we can remain friends. I won't lie to you. You know how I feel it and won't be easy for me. I don't want to hurt you and I want you to be happy, if not with me then someone else." Azriel's breath caught in her chest as she spoke. She quickly added, "Someone who deserves you. I want to be in your life for as long as you will let me be. If that means I have to settle for friendship, I will."
She said everything she had felt in her heart and with as much honesty as she could muster. Even if Serana's rejection killed her inside, she'd rather be the one who hurt than hurt Serana.
Serana sighed sadly. She covered Azriel's hands with her own and said nothing.
Why am I thinking of this now, not a week ago or sooner?
The apprehension was killing Azriel. The vampire's continued silence could only mean she had thought things through more clearly, now that she had fed. Azriel wouldn't press her to speak. Serana's loneliness in life had made Azriel wonder if she had been in a relationship before. She doubted it.
"I told you I wanted more from you, Azriel. I love you. It's just difficult to think about the possibility of you…"
"Dying?" Azriel finished for her.
"Yes." Serana couldn't keep the sadness from her voice. "It hurts to think about. It's hard to come to terms with and I don't think I'm strong enough for that."
Azriel's chest tightened at her words. I knew it... I'm just too stupid to let things go before opening my big mouth. I meant to be alone. It would be easier that way. Azriel closed her eyes, sighing she let go of her. "Then don't. I won't ask you to. Let's just remain friends. I can't hurt you that way."
Serana caught her hands and turned to face her. She placed Azriel's arms back around her waist. Serana let go of her and brushed Azriel's hair from her face.
"Azriel, do you honestly think that it will ever be easy for me to lose you? Either as a friend or a lover? To know I could have you and let you go again because I had a childish fear of your mortality…" It is a childish fear. "…is ridiculous. I waited millennia for you, I'm not simply going to give you up because you're mortal, Azriel. I want both from you. I want your friendship. But, more so, I want you as my lover."
Azriel swallowed, watching her. "You're positive that's what you want? You're not just saying it?"
Azriel intense gaze scrutinized her as Serana looked at her. "I'm more than positive, Azriel. You are the only thing I've been sure of in a very long time. I won't project my own fears on to you again. Will you forgive my doubts?"
A smile slowly spread over Azriel's lips. "Yes and I'll try my best not to fuck up and die on you."
Serana smiled. "Better not. I plan on having a long life with you, Ahziial."
Azriel raised an eyebrow at her and Serana smiled as new thoughts bloomed in her mind. She pushed the dark musings away for now. That discussion can wait.
Azriel cleared her throat. The desire to kiss Serana was overwhelming, but there were things she needed to do first. They would have some time for themselves later.
"Serana, I need to go up to Jorrvaskr…"
"Alright. Let's go."
That wasn't expected or anything... "Serana, the Companions…"
"Are werewolves… I know." Serana added with a smirk. "But, I want to come with you."
A small mischievous smile made its way across Azriel's face.
Serana instantly realized why and laughed. "You, my dear Dragon, have a filthy mind."
Azriel laughed as she walked to the door, holding Serana's hand. Azriel reached out, pulling the door open. Serana slammed the door shut and pulled Azriel around at the same time. "I still want that bath, Azriel."
Azriel smiled wickedly. "And I still want you to pin me down."
Serana returned her wicked grin. "Oh trust me, I plan to." She learned closer brushing her lips on Azriel's. With a feral growl she added, "I will bed you tonight if I have to kill someone to have you. You are mine forever, make no mistake about that, Ahziial." She kissed Azriel quickly and allowed her to open the door once more.
Whiterun had changed outside and in. Imperial soldiers marched the streets and city guards walked with citizens in escort. Scaffoldings were built along the walls and guard towers were being constructed. Archers walked the scaffolding, maintaining guard over the city walls. Ballistae were spaced along the stone walls and manned by Legionnaires. Azriel hated what she saw of the place and scowled deeply at a group of soldiers that walked by. The Legion had taken over the Hold, that much was obvious.
Serana felt Azriel's agitation as they walked. She remained silent, knowing the woman was angered by the changes the city contained. It was quite impressive how quickly the changes had occurred since her short visit to the city looking for Azriel.
Azriel walked rapidly up the steps from the market to the pavilion in the center of the city. She turned to head to mead hall and stopped in her tracks.
Serana bumped into her. "What's wrong?"
"They can feel you… the wolves…" Azriel whispered, thinking bringing Serana with her might have been a mistake. It was too late now, they knew they both were there.
Azriel looked at Serana. "Listen, I don't know what Athis has said or how they are going to react to you."
Serana wasn't worried in the slightest. She shrugged. "I doubt they'd be foolish enough to attack me."
"I don't think they'll attack you. But, a few of them are Wolves. Kodak always had rules for your kin. If we left each other in peace, he stayed out of vampire's affairs. He didn't view a true difference between wolves or vampires. But, with these attacks, they may be apprehensive around you. I just want to make sure you're safe."
Serana slipped her hand into Azriel's as they made their way up the stairs and into Jorrvaskr.
The firelight was bright and cheerful, but the faces that greeted them were anything but. Azriel led her forward and stopped on the stairs. No one said a word for a few moments. Azriel looked around at the faces of the men and women in the hall. Many of the people were new. The Circle members had been actively recruiting for some time after Kodlak's death. The war had driven people to adventuring and fighting for gold. So the Companions had become a decent choice in a not so decent time.
The old woman stopped brushing the floor and smiled at her. Azriel returned the smile graciously.
Her eyes lingered on the group of men and women that were werewolves. They had shown up in Whiterun a few days after they had returned from cleansing Kodlak. She had allowed them to stay. She looked past the faces searching for her friends and finally her eyes met his. Azriel smiled broadly at her Shield-Brother's wide eyed expression.
Serana looked between the mortals, some had eyes that reflected the firelight. Werewolves. There are so many of them.
When he finally spoke, the man's gravelly voice warmed her heart. "Zee! You're finally home!"
Azriel exhaled the breath she had been holding as Farkas pushed through the ranks and hugged her.
"Crushing… ow… Farkas… stop… hurts…" Azriel tried desperately to catch a breath.
"Sorry." He set her down gently on the floor, where she had been standing.
The tall Nord looked at the door, Serana, then back to her. "Where's Aela? Why isn't she with you?" He looked at her haggard appearance and finally asked. "What happened to you?"
The back door opened and Vilkas walked in with Ria and Athis.
"The better question, Brother, is why she has allowed a vampire into our hall?" Vilkas spit with contempt.
Azriel narrowed her eyes at him. "Watch your tongue, Vilkas. Serana is with me and is here in Jorrvaskr as my guest. Don't insult her."
Serana heard one of the mortals whisper. "This is going to be good."
Vilkas walked closer and the others formed a small group to watch. He walked to the base of the steps and looked from Azriel to Serana. "You dishonor the Companions by bringing this bloodsucker here."
Azriel was fed up.
She let go of Serana's hand and stepped down the stairs, facing him. "I'm fucking sick of your attitude, Vilkas. And we just got here."
Farkas tried to step between them, but they both shoved him out of the way.
"What are you going to do about it… Whelp?" He spit the word as a sneer.
Azriel punched him in the face and the two started fighting furiously. The others backed away to watch them brawl, each cheering for one or the other Companion.
Serana sighed and stepped down next to Farkas. He looked down at her after a minute and smiled as the cheers got louder. Some were shouting bets as the brawl escalated between the two werewolves.
"I remember you. I just thought you were a mage." He shrugged. "Azriel's word is good enough for me. I'm Farkas." Farkas extended his hand to her warmly.
Serana smirked taking his hand. "Serana. It's nice to meet you again, Farkas."
They both turned back to watch Azriel and Vilkas fight. Serana was amused by the tall Nord who danced and cursed next to her.
The fight ended with Azriel holding Vilkas against a wooden pillar by his throat. Her fist readied for another strike if necessary. Vilkas' feet dangled as she held him in place.
"You done yet, Vilkas?" Azriel growled, her broken nose bleeding profusely.
He grunted a few times before finally answering. "Yeah, I'm done."
A few of the Companions exchanged gold at her victory. The rest cursed under their breath at their losses.
Azriel dropped him to the floor. She snapped her nose back into place and winced at the pain. She looked down at Vilkas as he sat on the floor and rolled her eyes. Azriel extended her hand. "Get over your bullshit, Shield-Brother. I came here for your help. Was I wrong thinking that the Companions honor their Shield-Siblings?"
Vilkas looked at her hand for a moment and Azriel thought he'd knock it away. "No, you weren't wrong. The old man made you the Harbinger for a reason." He took her hand and let her haul him up. Her strength is unreal… "I honor Kodlak and our ways, Shield-Sister. I apologize for my words."
Azriel smirked. Vilkas apologizing for anything was unheard of.
Vilkas looked from her to Serana, who was standing next to his brother before continuing. "We've missed you and Aela in our hall. You've seen what it looks like outside. The Legion came and took over Whiterun. It's been…" Vilkas ran his hand over his bloodied face.
"I get it." Azriel clasped his shoulder. Even though their relationship was rocky in the beginning with heated disagreements, Vilkas was always a good man and always had her back. Sometimes though, he needed a good smacking around.
Azriel motioned Serana over and took her hand. "This is Serana. She is a guest in our hall. I ask that you treat her with the respect that you would any of our other guests."
Vilkas looked down at their hands and his eyes grew wide for a second. His nostrils flared at the sight, but he said nothing.
"I think we all need to talk. There's been a lot going on for all of us. The Circle members need to meet in the Underforge. This is important." Azriel looked at the old woman thinking. "Tilma, would you mind joining us?"
"I'm just an old woman, dear…"
Azriel smiled brighter. "One who sees all and hears all. Please, come join us." Azriel turned on her heel, walking out with Serana. Vilkas, Farkas, and Athis followed her quickly.
Tilma shuffled out slower than the rest.
They walked briskly to the Underforge, past the wolves sleeping out in the modified den. Azriel placed her hand on the imprint of the Wolf and the doorway slid open.
"I'll be back shortly, Serana."
Serana nodded and made her way to a chair under the overhang to wait. She watched the wolves and pups that slept with mild interest.
"Why did you ask Tilma to join us?" Farkas asked curious of her intentions.
Azriel laughed gently. "They built Jorrvaskr around her didn't they? She's known the last three Harbingers. I thought her opinions should be heard."
Vilkas nodded in agreement. "She may provide valuable insight."
Azriel whipped her head around to him. It was rare that Vilkas and she agree on something so easily. Usually, she or Aela needed to beat it into his head.
He looked up at her, his silver eyes locking on hers. He stopped pacing and crossed his arms. "What? Did you think I'd disagree? You and Aela have been gone for a while."
Azriel smiled. She was glad he listened to the old woman. Kodlak had found her insight, enlightening. She bit back her retort waiting for Tilma to arrive.
A minute later the door slid back and Tilma walked into the Underforge. "I'm not sure why you have asked me to come, Harbinger."
Azriel cleared her throat. "Tilma, I needed to ask you a few things, your knowledge of the previous Harbingers makes your insight valuable to us. Their thoughts and opinions…" Azriel paused. "I know Kodlak did not begrudge people of their own personal thoughts and feelings. But, Kodlak isn't here anymore and I think right now all of us could use a good reminder of him. War is at our doorstep and vampires are attacking the Holds…" Azriel took a breath, but Tilma interrupted her.
"Focus." Tilma smiled. "The vampires that are attacking are looking for something or someone. I'm guessing you brought the ancient one here for that reason?"
Azriel nodded at the old witch's words. "I think she is in grave danger. I found her in an old ruin, older than Nordic. She had been down there a while… with an Elder Scroll."
Vilkas and Athis exhaled sharply. Farkas simply stared at her.
"Oh, it gets worse." Azriel added.
Athis rolled his eyes. "Of course it does."
"Her Father is some powerful vampire trying to bring about a prophesy. Originally, he was looking for the Elder Scroll she had. It would block the Sun from the sky and cast a shadow over Nirn. If that were to happen…"
"Crops would fail, animals would die, and mortals would become slaves to their vampire masters. The Oblivion planes of Coldharbour and Nirn will merge." Tilma finished.
Azriel swallowed. "Yeah. You nailed it. Except I have this terrible feeling about Serana. I'm trying to keep her safe, which is why I came here."
Vilkas stared at her. "How is she involved?"
"Her Mother and she fled from her Father. They knew if he succeeded all of Tamriel would go to war. They wouldn't stop with just vampires, they'd destroy everything and everyone that worshiped the Daedra."
"Which is why we must clean this filth from our blood!" Vilkas yelled.
Farkas put his large hand on his brother's shoulder. "I don't think that would help our sisters. You know of Aela's desires."
As surprised as Azriel was, she knew that Farkas enjoyed being a werewolf and he would consider Aela's feelings above anybody's.
"Farkas is right, Vilkas. It wouldn't stop there. They'd hunt down the Dunmer and Osimer as well. Anyone who worshiped the Daedric Princes would be destroyed." Azriel thought for a moment then added.
"Listen Vilkas, I know you want to honor Kodlak, I've told you were the Glenmori Witches are. Go there and claim a head or the last three if you want. I think anyone becoming a member of the Circle should have a choice, but know that Lycanthropy is a permanent change. I choose to be this way and Aela does as well."
Athis nodded. "I am happy about my wolf blood and I have no intention of changing either."
Vilkas shook his head in disbelief. "Very well, if that is your desire, so be it. What do you want from us?"
"I can't fight the Stormcloaks, butterflies, dragons, vampires, and every other gods damned thing that attacks Skyrim. I've promised to help Serana stop her Father. I know things here are difficult. But, what I need to ask you…" Azriel swallowed hard. "…isn't easy. I know the Stormcloaks are looking for me and what could happen to me if..." Azriel stopped again.
Why is this affecting me so much? "If I fall before stopping him, I'm asking you to take my place. Help Serana stop him, Vilkas."
Vilkas watched her for a minute before responding. The vampire had meaning in her life, of that he was certain. He stepped forward growling, "You care for her…?" The words came out of his mouth before he could stop them.
Azriel's eyes locked on his. "Vilkas, Serana is a good person. Her Father is an insane tyrant that would enslave and murder innocents. I'm asking you to help her stop him if I am dead."
Tilma cleared her throat and everyone's eyes traveled to her. "Vilkas, Kodlak would want you to help stop this from happening. The Companions have a sworn oath to protect innocent people. This war pales in comparison to the evil that would be inflicted on all of Nirn."
Vilkas' eyes locked on Azriel's and Azriel nodded slightly, answering him. He stepped close to her, his voice a whisper that only she could hear. "And Aela?" Azriel nodded slightly again, her eyes never leaving his.
Vilkas exhaled hard. Aela wasn't his blood sister, but they were raised together in Jorrvaskr and that was the same to him. Azriel's admission sealed it. "You have my word I will stop him."
"And mine." Farkas added.
"Mine as well." Athis said with finality.
Tilma cleared her throat and the four Companions looked at her. "Now that that's settled… Vilkas, she needs to know."
Vilkas nodded in agreement. "The Stormcloaks sent another courier to Whiterun. They demanded the Jarl arrest you and send you to Windhelm."
Azriel rolled her eyes.
Vilkas thought about how to word things.
"Azriel, you and Aela were right. I was wrong."
Azriel raised her eyebrows at him.
"Ulfric Stormcloak… doesn't embody a true Nord's ideals. He's in it to rule Skyrim as the High King. He cares nothing for traditions or people. That's obvious now."
Azriel's mouth fell open at his apology. "What changed your mind, Vilkas?"
Farkas gripped his shoulder tighter. "Ulfric Stormcloak has issued an ultimatum. Hand you over or…" He took a deep breath. "…the complete slaughter of Whiterun would be his answer. Anyone who fights against him will be considered a traitor to Skyrim and put to the sword, including the Companions."
Azriel rubbed her head, she had expected this. "And Balgruuf's response?"
Vilkas smirked. "He said, 'Let them come, Sovngarde awaits the fools."
Azriel forced a smile and put her hand on top of Farkas'. "Keep doing what you're doing. I promise I will return to help you soon, Shield-Brother."
Azriel thought more about an old idea that popped into her mind. Even if Vilkas disagreed, the others might not. "There is something I've been thinking long and hard about. Vilkas, I understand your personal desires to follow in Kodlak's footsteps. You are a free man, your choices are your own. But, I think the Companions need the upper hand now. A chance to survive…"
"No! I know what you are thinking. Absolutely not!" Vilkas seemed to have only one volume, loud.
"Why should it be reserved? Let the other chose of their own free will." Azriel yelled back just as loud.
"What are you two yelling about?" Farkas asked cautiously.
Athis beamed at her. "I agree."
"You agree with them yelling?" Farkas asked him, still keeping his voice low.
Athis laughed. "No, Shield-Brother. Azriel wants to extend the beast blood to our Shield-Siblings. Like that small pack that showed up… She wants the Companions to have strength to fight and a chance to live."
"Oh. Oh! That's a great idea…" Farkas added, finally catching on.
Vilkas shot him a filthy look. "No. It's not. But, I can see I'm out voted here. I will not have anything to do with this."
Azriel sighed. "I understand, Vilkas."
"You don't have to. I'll do it." Farkas added.
The old witch smiled at them.
Azriel had been quiet the walk back home. Serana could feel her emotions and decided not to press her into talking.
Azriel pushed open the door, letting Serana walk inside. The fire was cheerful and the small house had warmed in the short time they had been gone. Azriel wordlessly walked up the stairs. Serana could hear Azriel's hushed curses and drawers sliding open then banging close.
Serana stifled a sympathetic giggle at Azriel's aggravation and started looking at the books. Her eyes landed on a black one, the Book of the Dragonborn. She walked over to the chair and began reading it.
She heard Azriel's footfalls upstairs, heading toward the stairs then stop again. Serana opened the book again and a slip of paper fell out. She picked it up and read it the top line. The Prophesy of the Dragonborn. Serana quickly read the paper and slid it back into the book hearing Azriel walk across the floor once more. She came down the stairs and as she hit the bottom step, Serana set the book down.
"Find something you like? You can do anything here you want. I hope you know you can treat it's like your own place." Azriel smiled warmly at her.
Serana returned the smile. "Thank you."
Azriel's smile grew. "Sorry it took so long. Lydia hid everything on me again. I swear she does it just to get under my skin." Azriel tried to hide her nervousness. Inside of a couple of hours, Serana had already shown hesitation at their blossoming relationship. Azriel didn't want to press the issue further. Like she'd really want to live here anyways…
"Um, I dug out some clean clothes for you. And this..." Azriel handed the soft bundle of clothing to her. "The bath is downstairs. I figure you'd want to go first."
"Can you give me a little bit? I'd like to have some time in here. You go down. I'll come down in a bit." Serana's tone had changed.
It was still pleasant, but to Azriel it also sounded like she wouldn't be swayed. "Uh, sure." Azriel looked at the trap door in the floor and back to Serana. "Are you… um… alright?"
Serana nodded still smiling. "Yes, but I just would like to have a few minutes alone."
I wonder if she changed her mind again. Fucking women, they don't make any sense... Azriel nodded. "Okay." She walked to the trap door pulling it open.
Serana soundlessly walked down the stairs, holding the deep cobalt robes around her. She'd finished the book she had desperately wanted to read. It had only made her wonder about the Dragonborn more. Her head was full of questions.
The glow in the room flickered between soft blue to a dark red. Serana stepped down onto the black stone barefoot, staring at the room in front of her.
Azriel was sitting in a squared tub carved from natural rock. Her head and body were laying on the floor, while everything below her waist was submerged into the dark pool of warm water. She looked almost as if she was asleep at the far end with her eyes closed.
A fire burned in the fireplace on the right side of the room, but it wasn't an ordinary fire. Animals formed from the flames were hopping in and out of the fireplace. Snakes slithered into the bath water, hissing as they entered and turning the water to steam.
Azriel's finger on her right hand traced a continuous circle on the floor next to her face.
Water ran in a small trickle out of the tub and onto the floor in front of her, turning to ice. The icy stream pooled and had grown into a tree which glowed from its own soft blue light.
Serana looked up at the ceiling and saw small spiders weaving an intricate web of light. The web glistened with rainbow colors as the spiders worked meticulously on their creation.
She looked at Azriel who remained motionless, except for finger tracing the floor. You are an amazing mage… Serana smiled as she let the robe slip from her shoulders and stepped into the bath.
Azriel opened her eyes just as Serana sank under the steaming water. She sat up as Serana broke the water surface to shoulders, ignoring her.
Serana turned her back to Azriel and moved to the right side of the pool. Soaps sat stacked on a platter, colorfully organized. Serana leaned in and smelled them. Each had their own distinctive scent, all were light and beautiful.
Azriel watched every movement Serana made. She had been so distracted by her own thoughts, she hadn't heard the vampire come down the stairs. Serana had surprised her by entering her bath.
Serana untied the knot holding her braids together leisurely. She could feel Azriel watching her every move and relished it. She turned to the side slightly, giving the woman a somewhat better view as she unbraided her hair. When she finished she slipped under the water's surface and let her hair soak.
Serana stood, wiping her face and glanced over her shoulder at Azriel. She smiled to herself at the look on Azriel's face. The waterline rode her waist and exposed her back fully for the first time. She took her time choosing the soap, feeling Azriel drink in her every move. Serana chose a rosy scented soap and a small wash cloth from the pile. She dunked the wash cloth into the water and slowly rubbed the soap on it, lathering it. Then she began to bathe.
Azriel shivered in the water, watching her intensely. She took in the flawless lines of Serana's body as she washed the remnants of last several days journey from her skin. The intimacy of watching Serana bathe was incredible. Azriel could feel her body begin to blaze. She took in every stroke of the cloth as it moved over the woman's delicate flesh.
Azriel's skin had goose-bumps watching the vampire. Her body ached from desire, watching Serana slide the cloth down her neck and over her chest. Every wipe of the cloth teased out a breath from Azriel's lips.
Serana leisurely lifted her leg from the water and placed her foot against the side of the tub, washing and rinsing it. When she switched legs, Azriel's body was on fire. Her hunger for the sensual being in front of her was raging.
Serana looked over her shoulder at the woman intently watching her and smiled seductively. "Azriel, would you wash my back?"
Azriel almost fell into the water trying to stand. Smooth move, Dumbass…
Azriel tried to compose herself the best she could and walked up behind Serana, taking the cloth wordlessly. Her left hand brushed Serana's hair aside and she began meticulously washing her back as gradually as she could.
Serana brushed her fingertips against Azriel's thigh, following the muscles up to her hip. Azriel's body shuddered from her tender touch. Serana watched the fire while Azriel washed her, smiling to herself. She could feel Azriel's heat and emotions cascading off of her in torrents. The young werewolf was completely hers tonight and she delighted in her intentions.
Serana watched the fire change as Azriel began to rinse her back. Dragons circled bears and large cats. She smiled at it, becoming lost in the vision and the feverish heat radiating from Azriel's body.
"It's your turn." Serana's voice was a velvet purr in Azriel's ears.
Azriel did everything she could not to moan at the sound of her voice. Her body yearned for Serana's touch. She desired it so badly she could feel it in her bones.
Serana turned and faced her with a flirtatious grin. She took her in with one long look, savoring her.
Azriel was melting inside.
"Turn around." Serana's voice vibrated the air around her. Azriel's feet moved only at Serana's command.
Serana dunked the cloth and the soap into the water, then rubbed them together. Azriel silently prayed to Dibella not have any interruptions for the evening.
Serana swept away Azriel's hair breezily over her right shoulder, her eyes lingering on the scars on Azriel's back. Serana pressed the cloth to her skin lightly and Azriel hissed, pulling away.
"Does it always hurt?" Serana asked carefully. She had no desire to lose Azriel's attention tonight.
Azriel looked over her shoulder. "Yes, but I'll be alright. You don't have to stop."
Serana looked at the cloth and set her hand on her scared left shoulder.
"How are you doing that?" Azriel asked quickly, causing Serana to lift her hand and silently curse herself.
"Azriel, I'm sorry. I don't mean to keep hurting you." Serana said in a low voice.
"You're not. Your hand doesn't hurt." Azriel looked over her shoulder confused.
"It doesn't hurt at all?" Serana thought it was curious more than anything.
Azriel shook her head. "No. It doesn't. It actually feels… good."
Serana pressed the cloth to her scared skin and Azriel winced again. Serana looked at her concerned. She dropped the cloth and picked up the soap, rubbing it in her hands. She tentatively placed her hand on Azriel's back as carefully as she could.
Azriel looked over her shoulder at her.
"Does that hurt?" Serana asked tacitly.
Azriel furrowed her brow. "Oddly, no. It doesn't. Usually, all I feel is the pain from the welts. You touching them doesn't seem to bother me."
A smirk tugged on Serana's lips as she began washing Azriel's back with her hands.
Azriel closed her eyes and fought the moan that tried to escape her lips. Serana's tantalizing touch made her hair rise and her body quiver.
Fire leapt from the hearth and swirled like a vortex, giving birth to new forms of creatures Serana had only read about in books.
"How are you doing that?" Serana voice was low.
"Doing what?" Azriel whispered.
"All of it, look around." Her voice held a hint of amusement. Serana started to pour water over her back to rinse the soap.
"The opposite of destruction, is creation. Magic is both at the same time. It can't be created or destroyed, only its purpose changes."
Azriel smiled as Serana finished rinsing her back. "Do you want to see more?"
Serana wrapped her arms around Azriel., kissing her softly on her shoulder. "Show me…" Her lips barely leaving Azriel's shoulder as she spoke.
Azriel shivered as she held out her hand. The animals leapt back into the fireplace and the fire grew. Water surged from the tub towards the tree, changing its form.
An ancient oak blossomed, taking form from the young oak that had stood before. Branches grew outward dropping low. The trunk thickened as Azriel flicked her hand towards it and the fire jumped as sparks to the branches. The sparks expanded, forming leaves on the magical sculpture.
Serana lifted her head from Azriel's shoulder, watching in amazement.
Azriel scooped up water in her hand and held it to her face. She drew a breath and blew against the water, spraying it forth in a snowy mist. The fiery leaves shifted form, becoming butterflies and took flight. They whirled franticly around the bathing chamber caught in her icy breeze.
The spiders began dancing on the ceiling, spinning cocoons around themselves. The butterflies metamorphosed into dragonlings as they soared around Azriel and Serana.
Serana was in awe. She had never seen magic used in such a way before. Serana watched the ceiling ripple with light, similar to water. The cocoons opened like pedals becoming the lotus flowers Azriel had shown her once before.
Azriel slowly turned in Serana's arms and Serana's attention was drawn to her. Azriel's glowing eyes matched the glow around them. The dragonlings dove into the hearth and the flames extinguished. The tree sublimated to steam, it's light faded. All that remained was the lake of light rippling against the darkness with the fully bloomed Lotus flowers.
The smile on her face was as broad as Azriel's. Serana swept her hair aside, holding her face in her hands.
Now or never… Serana leaned forward and kissed her.
Azriel returned the fervent kiss. Her arm wrapped around Serana's waist and her left hand found the back of her neck. She pulled the vampire as close to her as she could without crushing her.
Their pressed bodies thrummed statically against one another. The heat and the cold of their bodies surged outwardly. Electricity arced from their bodies across the water's surface. Their lips hungrily devouring the other's.
Serana's doubts were carried away in the euphoria of Azriel's touch. She moaned as Azriel's hand dropped to her shoulder and was suddenly scooped out of the water. She could feel Azriel's rapid heartbeat as the Dragonborn growled lowly into her mouth.
Serana laughed when Azriel suddenly stepped with her out of the water. "Let's go someplace more comfortable." Azriel's voice was a low rumble.
Serana ran her fingers down her cheek, feeling the moist air swirl around them as Azriel walked across the floor. "I was okay where we were."
Azriel kissed her lips quickly climbing the stairs. "Not tonight. I want you in my bed."
"Don't you mean our bed?" Serana's voice was steamier than the bath they had just left.
Azriel couldn't control the growl that escaped her lips. "Yes. Our bed." Repeating the words turned Azriel on more.
Serana could barely think, the sound of Azriel's heartbeat was crashing in her ears. Serana's entire body tingled in anticipation as Azriel claimed her lips. In a blink of an eye, Azriel was setting her gently down on the fur blankets of the bed, while they were still entangled in another blazing kiss.
Azriel's body covered her own, her thigh between Serana's. Serana felt her fingers knot into her hair and her right hand as it explored her side. Serana's own hands were twisted into Azriel's thick mane. Their tongues circled each other's, making her moan into the deliciously sweet woman above her.
Serana wanted all of her and she wanted control over the young werewolf. The demon within her demanded it. She released Azriel hair and wrapped her arms around Azriel, promptly switching their positions. Serana pinned Azriel down to the bed, her hands locking Azriel's wrists in place. She straddled Azriel, holding her in place. She chuckled darkly, hovering over Azriel. "This is what you wanted, isn't it?" Her ardent voice dripped with lust.
Azriel growled lowly, her eyes burned intensely the way Serana adored. "Yes."
Serana tilted her head to look at her. An evil smile tugged at her lips. "You're not use to someone dominating you, are you Dragon?"
An inhuman snarl grew in Azriel's throat. "No."
Serana narrowed her eyes at her, her fangs showing in the darkness. She bowed down, kissing Azriel delicately on the forehead and trailing to her chin. Her thirst clawed at her, but she ignored it. She wouldn't let that stop her from what she intended for the evening. Serana worked her way down Azriel's jaw to her neck, dragging her fangs down the woman's vein. She kissed her collar bone and forced Azriel's wrists together, holding them in her left hand.
She stopped kissing Azriel when she reached the center of her chest. Slowly, the vampire lifted her eyes to the Dragonborn's. For a moment, the two remained completely silent. Serana smiled mischievously at the young woman. She released her wrists, letting her hands travel Azriel's arms and shoulders to her chest. Serana planted her hands on either side of Azriel's head. "Don't even think about moving, Azriel. You're mine." Serana growled at her and looked down at her chest. She chuckled once more at Azriel's moan, her cool breath grazing Azriel's nipple.
Azriel grabbed the headboard trying to restrain herself as Serana's tongue circled her nipple. Serana's left hand traced the muscles in her chest and traveled to her stomach.
She lifted her hand, tracing her fingertips over Azriel's feverish skin. She released Azriel's nipple, kissing and nipping the flesh between her breasts. She could taste the saltiness of her skin on her lips. Serana felt Azriel's body tense as she pulled against the headboard. Her breathing becoming heavier as Serana's tongue traced her areola. Azriel moaned and the headboard creaked under the harshness of the strain.
Serana's fingers outlined Azriel's ribs, following the contours of her side as she worked herself lower down Azriel's body. A thin sheen of sweat formed on Azriel's skin under Serana's tantalizing attention. Azriel's body moved to meet Serana's gentle touch, her body quivering in response.
The heat of the room raised the lower Serana moved. Serana let her hand ride down Azriel's thigh and pulled her leg up, feeling the texture of her skin. She kissed the inside of Azriel's thigh and the headboard cracked. Serana chucked, hearing it. "Eager aren't you, Dragon?" Her voice was husky with her own excitement to please the young woman.
Azriel's nails dug into the wood and her back arched as she growled in response.
Serana kissed the inside of Azriel's thigh and she yelped. Serana wanted to explore every inch of her. She wanted to taste her, to hear her moan. She wanted Azriel to lose control. You're mine, little Dragon…
Serana's nails slowly raked up the back of Azriel's thigh to her knee as she licked the inside of her thigh.
Azriel cried out.
Serana pushed against her knee, bending her leg. She slipped her other hand under Azriel's right leg and pushed her legs apart. Her lips trailed over the soft folds of Azriel's skin and her tongue sank into the small ocean.
Serana's body shook as she plunged into the sweet essence. Her own need built as she sucked and licked Azriel's flesh. She savored every moan and cry that woman issued as she panted. Azriel's heartbeat pounded in her ears, the muscles in her legs tightened as her body quaked.
Serana's hands traveled to the werewolf abdomen, her muscles flexing as she moaned and writhed. Serana kept pace with the woman's breathing. Increasing her rate until Azriel cried out, snapping the headboard in half.
Azriel pulled herself away swiftly, throwing the two halves on the floor. She grabbed Serana and slammed her on the bed, kissing her aggressively on her soaking mouth.
Serana's body tensed then relaxed.
Azriel held her down, growling like a feral animal. "My turn."
Azriel's hand gripped Serana hair forcefully and tilted her head back. She kissed her neck, following the vampire's artery down and back up again. She pushed Serana's legs apart with her foot and pinned Serana's thigh between her legs.
Azriel's hand glided over Serana's form as they kissed. Her nails scratched their way lightly over Serana's stomach and Serana groaned loudly into her mouth. Azriel tangled her fingers into Serana's hair, pulling the vampire deeper into the kiss.
Serana's fingers gripped Azriel head and her arm snaked around Azriel's waist. She could feel Azriel's wetness on her hip as Azriel pressed against her.
Azriel broke the kiss, brushing her lips over the vampire's jaw. She kissed her delicately on her ear. Azriel tongue flicked Serana's earlobe, her hand was on Serana's thigh, caressing it. Azriel's fingertips danced teasingly to the inside of her leg and Serana bucked her hips towards Azriel's fingers as they skimmed crevice of her thigh.
"I'll be gentle…"
The hotness of Azriel's breath against her ear made Serana whimper as Azriel's slender fingers found her drenched core.
Lydia and Calder walked along the scaffolding, passing over top of the Hold guards that paced below them. They had worked their way around the city for the last three hours, checking on the city guards and Legionaries. They had just left Ria and Farkas at the market.
Lydia wonder if Farkas would ever catch on that Ria was infatuated with him. She had a hefty bet with Aela that Ria would have to rip Farkas' clothes off to get him to acknowledge her. She also had a hefty bet with Athis that Azriel would eventually force him to confess his own fixation on Ria.
"I'm still soaking wet from earlier." The large man grumbled as he rolled his shoulders.
Lydia laughed. Calder wasn't one for words, so she thought he really must be miserable if he was complaining.
"We'll head back to Jorrvaskr to warm up after this round. I'm still wet too and I think I'm a little more than chaffed at this point." She said wryly.
Calder smirked as they approached another Ballista. Three Legionnaires were working on it.
"When I was in the Stormcloak army, I was in the artillery. I ran the catapults division for ten years."
Lydia waited as he fell quiet.
When the man came to a stop he looked out over the wall before continuing. "After so many loyal years to Jarl Ulfric, I never thought I'd be marked as a traitor for serving a Thane."
Lydia watched the man grip the stone under him.
"It's so odd knowing I'll be fighting the Army I was loyal to… The man I was loyal to my entire life."
She put her hand on his shoulder. She couldn't imagine having to do the same.
"He made me a Housecarl for the Dragonborn to protect her. I never imagined things would be like this. I was a loyal soldier… I thought he was right in challenging the High King. I… fuck it. None of that meant anything in the end."
"It does, Calder. But, not to the man you were loyal too." Lydia said softly.
Calder smirked. "Ironic isn't it? We all heard the stories of the Dragonborn as children. The Dragonborn was the ultimate warrior and dragon slayer to me. Fierce and noble, born to stop the World-Eater and rule all Tamriel. I always pictured the Dragonborn like Talos, a mighty Nord warrior, born with the blood and soul of a Dragon. Huge, strong, wielding an old Nordic weapon." Calder laughed.
"Then this Nibenean kid shows up at the Palace. Brown skinned like a washed out Redguard with flaming red hair... I swear by the gods I thought she was Redguard at first, but her features were all wrong for one. I thought they were joking when she was announced to the Jarl."
Lydia laughed and Calder pulled out a flask, offering her a drink.
"I'll have to admit, I always picture the Dragonborn to be a hulk of a Nord man too. Wielding some gigantic weapon like a blazing war hammer or axe. Slaying all his foes in a huge battle." Lydia couldn't stop giggling and Calder joined in her laughter. "Azriel kind of ruined that image when I met her."
The Legionnaires were watching them with keen interest, but neither noticed them.
Lydia took a drink. "She was fifteen when she was escorted into Dragonsreach. She was skinny as a rail and her armor hung off her body. She looked half starved. It was like someone had dressed her in the biggest and most ridiculous armor to wear as a joke. I thought she was mad when she said a dragon had attacked Helgen. Then again, I think everyone did. I was on guard duty in the main hall when she showed up. Then a dragon attacked Whiterun, the Jarl sent her with Irileth and some men to fight it. She saved their lives and Whiterun."
Lydia shifted feeling the cold water in her boots again. The day had been a strange one. Everyone one in Whiterun had suffered because of the storm and the earthquake. But, it was that terrible sound that had caught her attention the most. It had chilled her soul and she knew other people were talking about it, talking about Azriel. It worried her.
She looked at Calder who was watching her.
"She saved all of us." He said quietly. "I think Ulfric ended up hating her because of what she is. She's not a Nord, she's an Imperial. It's why he tried so hard to get her on his side. I think he could see how blessed she is… the gods chose her over a Nord and everyone else. You can see her strength in her eyes. That fire…" Calder shivered. "It's like she can tear men to pieces with just a look."
Lydia nodded in agreement. "You know, it's curious. I know the other Dragonborns were the rulers of Tamriel. It makes you wonder what will happen after all this." She leaned closer to him. "Would the Empire kill her or make her Empress?"
Calder shrugged. "I doubt old Titus Mede would let her live if the Crown was on the line."
Lydia frowned at his words. The night breeze stung her cheeks and she shivered. "Come on. I want to get this round over with and get warmed up."
They continued their walk and passed the Ballista, listening to the soldiers curse. They only made it a few feet when one of the soldier's called out to them. "You there, Nord. Can you help us with this? It's jammed and we need an extra set of hands."
Lydia sighed and glanced at Calder. "Go on. I'll help them."
He grunted and kept walking. Lydia sighed again as she walked back to them. The Dunmer looked up at her, his red eyes slightly unnerved her. Strange, almost with a hunger to them...
"So what's wrong with this damned thing?" She asked annoyed that she'd be delayed from the warmth of the mead hall.
"Oh, it's jammed." He said with a slow smile.
"What do you need help with?" Lydia asked, hoping the repair would be quick.
The other two soldiers behind her remained silent and didn't move. She wondered if they were screwing with her.
"Just hold that part there." The Dunmer pointed.
Lydia looked down at the Ballista and put her hand on the wood. It was wet and sticky.
"So, did I hear you correctly? You know the Dragonborn?" The Elf's voice hummed.
Lydia nodded, holding the wood tightly. "She's my best friend and Thane of Whiterun. I'm her Housecarl and Shield-Sister. She's the Harbinger of the Companions… How don't you know this Soldier?"
The liquid squished between her fingers. Lydia looked at the Elf as he stood, watching her with interest, his eyes gleaming.
I don't like this at all, something is wrong…
She pulled her hand away, inspecting it. The fluid on it was dark, then the iron smell hit her nose. She heard the men chuckle around her. Lydia looked up deliberately into the Dunmer's fanged smile.
Before she could react, the soldier behind her covered her mouth and restrained her.
The Dunmer stepped closer to her, his fangs gleaming in the moonlight. "Good." The word was a long smooth purr. "I'm glad we overheard your conversation. I had simply planned on killing you. No, you are much too valuable for food. You will be our bait, Companion."
He looked at the free vampire. "Summon the others, tonight we dine in Whiterun."
He looked back at Lydia and the vampire that held her. "Take her to Malkus. Tell him to keep her alive."
Their fingers stroked each other's, feeling the other's skin with a subtle longing. Their bodies still burned from the hours of passion they had shared. The lust they felt was unquenchable.
Serana threaded her fingers through Azriel's and pulled her hand close, kissing it.
Azriel smiled at her tenderly. "Can I ask you a personal question?"
Serana smirked. "I don't think you can get more personal than what we've been doing."
Azriel laughed lightheartedly. "True. But, I mean about your past. I don't know that much about it…"
"What do you want to know?" Serana's words held a hint of reservation.
Azriel cleared her throat, trying to think of a way to word her first question. She brushed her hair over her shoulder and curled her arm under her head. "Well. How is it you never ended up married?"
Serana sighed. At least she didn't ask about the ritual… "My Parents entertained several potential suitors on my behalf. Then, they usually killed them in some way. They always said that they were protecting my interests. Really, they were protection their own. But, I had no interested in marrying a man. It never seemed right for me."
"Why not?" Azriel's curiosity was genuine.
"I wasn't interested in men. Not like that." Serana released Azriel's hand from her grip and started stroking her fingers once more.
"You were into women?"
"More or less." Serana thought about how to go into detail without bringing up the more painful parts of her past.
"What in Oblivion kind of answer is that? I like women…"
"That's obvious." Serana laughed and kissed her quickly.
"I'm not attracted to men sexually." Azriel corrected herself with a mischievous smirk. "Why didn't you just marry a woman? Find yourself a nice girl, start a family, move into your own castle… have your way with her on a regular basis." Azriel joked.
Azriel didn't comprehend the gravity of her own words.
"It was a different time and place, Azriel. Plus, my parents would have killed any woman I chose. It was easier to hide away with my books than to be under my parents' scrutiny any more than I already was. Besides, it would have never happened anyway."
"Why not?"
Serana heaved a sigh. She didn't know another way around it. Her mortal life had been a preparation for becoming a vampire. Serana searched her eyes for a moment before continuing. "My parents had made a deal with Lord Molag Bal. Part of that deal meant that I had to remain a virgin…"
The temperature of the room plummeted suddenly and Serana watched Azriel exhale a frosty breath.
"What…?" Azriel's voice was low as she lifted herself from the bed. The sconces flared brightly. "You had to remain a virgin for your parents to get immortality?"
Serana nodded, watching her carefully. She could feel Azriel's rage build.
"Why do you protect them Serana? Why?! They have done nothing but betray you your entire life! They should have protected you, loved you, cared for you! Instead they have wronged you in every conceivable way, yet you still care for them." The walls of the small house grew ice as they shook with Azriel's rage.
Serana placed her hand on Azriel's cheek. The wooden walls stopped moving and the ice began to recede.
"I know you don't understand…"
"I will never understand how two people could harm someone as beautiful as you, Serana. They abused you in every possible way. So no, I don't understand, nor will I ever." The venom in Azriel's voice wasn't directed at Serana, but it stung all the same.
Azriel had a guess before about the ritual Serana had to go through and Serana had confirmed her suspicions.
Serana closed her eyes. Her parents were the last thing she wanted to be discussing right now. She felt Azriel's fingers leave her hand and find her cheek. Azriel's thumb gently stroked her lips and Serana opened her eyes again.
"For as long as I live, Serana. I will never understand your dedication to them. But, I swear to Sithis, if they ever harm you again… I will kill them for hurting you. I'll kill anyone who ever tries to harm you."
Azriel drew a calming breath as Serana observed her intently. "You're just going to have to accept the fact I'm really protective. I'll be damned if I let anyone hurt you, myself included."
Serana watched her for a moment. Each time she spoke of her parents, Azriel had become more outraged by them. She let her thoughts drift for a moment as Azriel brushed Serana's hair from her face.
"You've never had a lover, have you?" Azriel asked suddenly.
The question caught Serana off-guard.
"No. I haven't. Why, was it that apparent?" Serana jested.
Azriel blushed. "No, it was a guess since your parents held you captive your whole life."
"I wasn't really looking for one after becoming a vampire." Serana's voice faded.
"You were raped." Azriel's voice was barely audible.
Serana rolled on her back, her eyes fixed on the ceiling. She didn't move or speak for a few minutes. She closed her eyes trying to push away memories that surged forward.
"I was." Serana's voice cracked as she answered. She rubbed her temples trying to forget the details and the pain.
"I'm sorry I said anything." Azriel silently cursed in her mind.
Serana turned her head to look at her. "Don't be. It was a long time ago, Azriel."
Serana exhaled and returned her gaze to the ceiling. "I feared intimacy after that, thinking it would be the same. I didn't want to be close to anyone. The idea repulsed me. My Mother told me time would make things easier."
Azriel watched her, feeling her emotions stir. She remained respectfully silent.
"My Father moved us to the castle on the island, in the Sea of Ghosts, after we became vampires. For a time, I forgot about my loneliness and fell into books there. When I wasn't reading, I was exploring the castle. It was my ritual when I wasn't feeding or helping my Mother in the courtyard. I shied away from other vampires of the court. When my Mother interred me in that rock, my dreams haunted me. I still have a fear of temples because of it and I won't step foot in one."
Azriel finally breathe out. "You were constantly alone? You never loved anyone?"
Serana laughed sadly. "I didn't say that." She turned her head and looked at Azriel and rolled onto her side.
"Once, when I was mortal I did. There was a servant girl that tended to my Mother's study and she tended to the Royal wings with her sister. Her name was Helaina. She had hair the color of sunshine and eyes the color of the sky. She was unbelievably beautiful and she was equally kind." Serana smiled at the memory.
Azriel smiled, but Serana's smile faded.
"I used to find excuses to talk to her. I would try to help her with her duties, but she'd shoo me away in fear. Eventually, I won her over. I think she might have just given up and let me win because I was so persistent."
"So, what happened to her?" Curiosity was killing Azriel.
Serana was quiet before answering. She stared at the ceiling and her sadness swelled in Azriel. "My Father sacrificed her to Lord Molag Bal. She was a virgin and was one of several hundred people he sacrificed to gain our Lord's favor."
Azriel mouth hung open. She was speechless.
"My Father said she was chosen because she was pure to secure our pact with the Prince. My Father's conquests of surrounding clans had secured plenty of people for his sacrifices. She was one of the many. I later found out that all of the virgin sacrifices were kept on our castle grounds to ensure their continued chastity. I was sickened by it. But, to tell my Father I had been in love with her… I would have been punished. I never let my animosity for it go. I think he knew I cared for her."
Azriel sat up and leaned against the wall, wincing as the cold touched her back. She had no words for Serana. How the fuck do you answer that much grief?
Serana sighed and sat up. She moved to lean against the wall, but Azriel drew her into her embrace. Serana didn't argue, she wanted the woman's warmth and arms around her.
Azriel held her quietly for a short while, before Serana pulled away. She looked at the black circles under her eyes with concern. "Azriel, you need to sleep."
Azriel's lips curled up slowly. "What I need, Serana… is you." She leaned forward kissing the vampire.
Serana groaned softly as she felt Azriel's hand stroke her thigh gently. Serana forgot about the past as they kissed. All that mattered now was the woman fingers as they trailed up her thigh to quench her lust and drown her sorrow. Azriel stoked the flames of her spirit like no one else.
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