Thank you to Faded Flight, bubbajoe117 and redchillismoke for your reviews. A big thank you to redchillismoke in particular for your PMs and thoughts :) bubbajoe, I noticed you added my YT as a contact lol XDDDDD this chapter has NOOOO action...sorry! But there is a bid of background about Serana and Morgan, just so you all get a little more insight to who they are :D

Morgan sighed as she lowered herself into the tub full of hot water. She may be a vampire but she didn't think that meant she shouldn't wash and enjoy herself every so often. Lydia had prepared the water, despite Morgans protests that she could manage on her own, and she had eventually allowed her friend and Housecarl to do what she wished. She had to admit that Lydia knew how to prepare a bath though.

"By Talos, that's better." Morgan said softly.

And then when she felt two hands begin to caress her shoulders, she relaxed even more.

"And now?" a voice purred in her ear, the persons hair tickling her neck as he lips caressed her skin.

"I think you know already Serana." Morgan whispered as Seranas fingers began massaging her shoulders and neck muscles.

"But I would rather hear it from you." Serana replied with a soft kiss on her neck.

"Well, if you carry on doing that, I will drag you in here with me so you can find out for yourself." Morgan smiled as she shut her eyes.

"Maybe later." Serana said with a soft giggle, still massaging her with expert movements.

"I'm off to see Farkas. Behave yourself while I am gone." Lydia said as she walked past them, her long blue dress accentuating her curves perfectly.

It's odd to see her without heavy armour of some sort Morgan thought with a wry grin as she opened her eyes and nodded to her.

"We always behave ourselves. Have a nice time Lydia. And if he doesn't kiss you tonight, I will…"

"I'm off. Bye!" Lydia sniggered as she left the house and shut the door behind her.

"You are so evil."

Morgan laughed then, a full throated laugh that she had felt she had wanted to release for a long time.

"Well, someone had to tell her…agh, slow down." she sighed as Serana dug her fingers into her skin a little.

Serana just chuckled as she continued to caress her skin and Morgan quickly reached behind her and grabbed Seranas shoulder to drag her into the tub with her. Morgan laughed as she wrapped her arms round Seranas chest and kissed her neck now.

"Got you." she whispered.

Serana spun around and straddled her under the water and ran her hands along her chest before pushing her back so that Morgans back rested against the tub. Then she smirked as she began to kiss her bare chest and chuckled.

"Close your eyes and relax."

And Morgan did as she was asked.

"For the love of Talos…" Morgan said a little while later, still in the water filled tub.

There was water all over the floor though, and she knew that Lydia would throw a fit if she had seen the mess.

"Indeed." Serana said softly as she lay on top of her and looking at the house.

They had been allowed back into Breezehome a few days after they had returned to Whiterun and in that time, they had decorated it so that it was cosy and relaxing to live in. They had placed an alchemy and enchanting table in there as well so that they could make potions and enchanted items when they needed to.

Morgan smiled as she ran her hands over Seranas back, the soaking wet dress that she wore feeling smooth under her fingertips.

"You've gone quiet. What are you thinking?" Serana asked her after a few minutes of silence.

"Its just something I was thinking about. Up until I met you, I thought that vampires were just….well, vampires. But then when we were staying with Astrid, Babette told me that vampires varied on what type of vampire bit you. So what's the difference between say, a vampire like Babette…and one like yourself?" Morgan said quietly. It had been on her mind for a while now and she wanted to get the answers as soon as she could.

Serana laughed softly, keeping her arms wrapped around her neck and resting her head against her chest before replying.

"I don't see any harm in telling you. Well, Babette is a powerful vampire in her own right, but nearly all vampires are called 'half bloods' by those like…well, my father. But to answer your question fully, I have to ask you if you know about how the first vampires were created." Serana said, looking up at Morgan now to see if she knew.

Morgan had read a book somewhere that mentioned a woman called Lamae Beolfag, a woman that had lived on the continent of Atmora (who no-one knew the whereabouts of), and who had also been turned into vampire by Molag Bal, the Daedric Prince. But she also knew that the book thought that she was the first vampire from Cyrodiil and not Skyrim.

"To be honest, no. Was it something to do with Molag Bal?" she asked.

Serana nodded without saying anything, still meeting her gaze. And Morgan could see that she was upset at something.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have said that." Morgan said, embracing her.

"No, its…it's just I never told anyone about this." Serana replied quietly, taking a deep breath. "It was Molag Bal himself that created what's known as the 'pure blood vampires' That includes myself, my mother and father. But my father made a deal with the Prince, asking for immortality and in exchange…"

"For you and your mother."

Serana nodded.

"He's not called the Prince of Rape and Domination for nothing. There was a ritual with him. Most women who participate in this don't survive. But those that do become vampires like me and my parents."

Morgan sighed and hugged her close to her chest.

"Sorry, that must have been difficult."

"It was. But I needed to tell someone. And I couldn't think of anyone better than you." Serana said with a smile, kissing her chin briefly.

Morgan just lay there with her in her arms and just stayed silent. She was glad she had shared her past with her. And as if in accordance with her thoughts, Serana asked her a similar question.

"What about you? What was your life like before you found out you were to save Nirn itself from a demi-god?"

Morgan thought back as she talked. It was a sore spot that she had buried for a while, but she knew that she had to tell Serana, she was always going to be there for her.

Twenty years ago…

"Daddy, look at that!"

Lukas Aurelius looked at the night sky and smiled as his six year old daughter pointed at the way the lights appeared in the sky. He chuckled. It was a common sight in Bruma and yet every time she saw the lights, it was like she had forgotten they had ever been there before.

"I know sweetheart. Come on, time for bed." he said, picking her up and tickling her stomach.

Morgan Aurelius giggled.

"Its past curfew. Time to return to your dwellings." a voice issued from nearby.

Lukas nodded to the Thalmor soldier politely.

"Sorry, my daughter loves the night sky. It wont happen again."

The Thalmor soldier felt the telltale signs of powerful magicka coming from the man in front of him, as well as the little girl that was looking at him curiously, with no fear in her eyes like her father currently had. Bretons were the only people that the soldier found to be wary of. Some of them had magicka reserves that could rival their own.

"Fine. Make sure it doesn't." he said after a moments silence.

But he watched the two of them enter the house with every step they took…

Two years ago…

Morgan sighed as she cleaned the top of the tables with a damp rag. It had been a bad winter. Her father had passed away after falling foul of frostbite when he had tried to find more food. The Thalmor hadn't even helped her when she was left alone when only a few months later, her mother disappeared and was never seen again. She was all alone now.

Then a Thalmor soldier gently ran his hand across her thigh where her skirt had a slit as she passed his table, and she shivered at the Altmers touch. That was the same soldier that had been trying to bed her for years, ever since she had turned 18. Now at the age of 24, she would have thought that he would have given up by now. Alas, he hadn't.

"I told you several times, I am not interested." she said flatly, whipping his hand away.

"Oh, but who said you had a choice? After all, there are three of us and only one of you." The Thalmor soldier replied, again trying to lay his hand on her leg.

"Fuck. Off."

The slap was heavy, and she fell to her knees and blinked back the tears, before feeling a rage that she had never felt before. As though her blood was molten metal.

"You fucking Thalmor SCUM!" she yelled, magic flaring in both hands before smashing into the soldiers chest, twin ice spikes sticking out of his chest before he could even blink. He was dead before he knew he had been attacked. The other two Thalmor shot to their feet.

"You will regret that." One Thalmor muttered as his own hands flared with magic.

And then an arrow pierced his throat. He fell to the ground and a blade severed his head from his neck as the tavern owner spun her sword around with an expertly timed move, skewering the last Thalmor as he had only just gotten his daggers free from his sheathes.

Morgan looked around to see none other than her mother standing there in full steel armour and her glass sword dripping with Thalmor blood.

"Jonas. Get rid of the bodies. They will find them eventually." her mother said to the tavern owner, who nodded and started to follow the commands.

"Mother?"

Lucille Aurelius looked over at her daughter and sighed as she helped her to her feet. Then she embraced her tightly.

"I am so sorry I vanished. I had no choice. The Thalmor were after me and now there has been deaths in their numbers, they will come after you as well. Here, take this gold. It will get you to the border in Skyrim. Its dangerous, but at least the Thalmor presence will be less there. Now go my darling daughter. I love you."

"Will I ever see you again mother? After father died…"

"That's for the Gods to decide. Talos guide you Morgan."

"Good bye mother. I love you." Morgan whispered before running out of the Jerall View Inn and sprinting as fast as she could. She stopped to a halt as she came to the statue of the Hero of Kvatch and she smiled a little at the woman that stood there in her mithril armour and daedric sword. She had loved coming to this statue, she felt as though she could take solace in this womans accomplishments. But now she was leaving Cyrodiil and into a foreign land…and she was scared.

"Talos, guide and protect me." she whispered.

Her family had secretly worshipped Talos for a while, despite the Thalmor trying to rid the land of the religion. She ran her hand along the statue before fleeing into the night, ignoring the yells of the guards as they asked her where she was going at this time…

Present…

Serana hugged Morgan as she started crying. It took a great deal of sorrow to make a vampire feel sadness, let alone cry, but she knew that it was still a sore spot for Morgan. So she kissed the top of her forehead and held her as she cried.

"Its alright. I'm here." Serana said after a moment.

"Thank you. Its just….I might never see her again…" Morgan muttered.

"You will. One day." Serana replied softly.

"Maybe. Thank you." Morgan whispered.

Serana didn't reply and continued to hold her until the water went freezing cold. She eventually managed to climb out of the tub with Morgan held in her arms, and she climbed the stairs before laying her in the bed and removing her wet clothes and Morgans. Then she climbed into the bed and curled up next to her, wrapping her arms round her.

"Sleep well darling." Serana said with a kiss on her cheek, before allowing her eyes to close as well.