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Lord Harkon took a decent swig from the blood filled bottle before meeting the gaze of the low-ranked vampire that was looking at the table instead of his eyes. He smirked at that before clearing his throat, succinctly telling her that she could tell him now openly.
"My Lord, I have news about…Lady Serana."
Harkon smiled. It was about time someone had news concerning his rather annoying daughter. He had given her and her mother a great gift in pledging them to Molag Bal, and in return, they had betrayed him in their own ways. Valerica had disappeared and had stolen one of the Elder Scrolls with her. And now Serana was hidden somewhere in Skyrim and none of his Court seen or heard from her for weeks.
In fact, the last time he had heard about Seranas whereabouts and what she was up to, the news had been rather…disconcerting. For Serana had sired none other than the Dragonborn herself and had given her the gift of the Vampire Lord. Harkon had flown into a blood filled rage at that news, and the Court had scattered for a full week before he had calmed down enough so that they could return safely…it wouldn't do to kill his Court members out of just rage alone.
"You have news, Modhna?" he asked as she finally met his gaze.
She was not an ambitious vampire. She was content to listen to the ranting and fighting between his two Court Advisors, Orthjolf and Vingalmo. But if she had news that was important enough that she was eager to meet him in his own quarters, then maybe she had been biding her time.
"I do, My Lord."
"Speak."
Modhna took a moment to compose herself before replying.
"The Dragonborn and the Lady Serana are…courting, My Lord. And they were also the reason for the deaths of the Imperial general Tullius and the Thalmor ambassador to Skyrim, Elenwen." Modhna said softly.
"Indeed? It's a shame Serana has chosen to sire a half blood vampire but she does exhibit traits of her mother after all. Anything else to report?"
"Yes, My Lord. The Dragonborn and the Lady Serana were also involved in the battle for Whiterun, and it was them that caused much of the destruction during that fight. It seems they are against the Stormcloaks and the Thalmor…and no-one has heard from the Dawnguard since their leaders death."
"Yes, I had wondered about the whereabouts of that infernal group of mortals." Harkon replied, looking at the bottle of blood in his hand before meeting the gaze of the young vampire before him.
"Anything else?"
"That's everything My Lord."
"Very well. You did well Modhna. You also did well to not tell anyone else about this. I have a new task for you, and it's a very important one. Are you prepared to begin immediately?"
"I am, My Lord."
"Good. Your task is simple. You are to observe what my runaway daughter and her new plaything are up to. You are not to be seen, nor are you to attempt to kill either of them, even though it might things easier one day to do just that. Understood?"
Modhna nodded and she scurried out of the room as fast as she could. Harkon chuckled for a few moments. It was good that at least one of his Court had the courage to tell his any sort of news, let alone news that was important. He had been waiting for many centuries to see his prophecy be realised…a few months wouldn't make much difference.
He stood up and drained the bottle of blood, savouring the taste of the liquid. It had been taken from a Thalmor patrol that morning…the fools had seen the castle in the mist and had ventured across the icy water to investigate…and had been captured the moment they set foot on the shoreline around Castle Volkihar.
He scowled when he thought about his daughter. She was just like her mother. But she had one more part to play so he wouldn't do anything to her just yet…
Morgan smiled as Serana and Vilkas began sparring. Farkas and Aela were sitting beside her, also watching the werewolf and vampire spar, laughing and taunting both of them whenever they missed a swing.
"Give up already?" Vilkas grunted, his blade missing her by a good distance as she ducked underneath it and narrowly missed a low kick aimed at his knee.
"Speak for yourself. I would have thought that having your arse burned might make your footwork better." Serana grinned as she twirled gracefully into an attacking posture.
"Low blow." Vilkas muttered as he once again missed with his great sword.
Serana suddenly darted underneath him, going under his legs and grabbing them with her hands before flipping him onto his stomach by yanking sharply. Vilkas had time to grunt angrily before he felt the weight of the much smaller woman on his back, her daggers almost touching his throat.
"Yield?"
Vilkas swore as he felt Seranas amused laughter in her breath as she held him pinned down. While a werewolf was deadly in its Beast form, he doubted that even he could get the vampire off him without being injured somehow.
"I yield."
Serana lightly stood up and extended her hand as she climbed off him, and Vilkas took her hand as she easily hauled him to his feet.
"You're faster than I thought." Vilkas said softly.
Serana smiled.
"Morgan is even faster." she replied with a wink before walking over and sitting on Morgans lap before kissing her full on the mouth.
"Nice work Shield-Brother." Aela grinned.
"Fuck you Aela." Vilkas replied as he sat down next to her and gratefully took the ale that Farkas handed to him and drank a great deal before lowering the bottle.
"You wish." Aela replied with a snort of laughter.
"Oh leave him be, its not his fault Serana is a nifty little minx." Morgan grinned as she and Serana ended the kiss and smiled at the Companions.
Farkas just smiled…and his grin grew when he saw Lydia come through the doors and sit down on his lap.
"Did I miss anything?"
Vilkas shook his head.
"Nope."
Lydia looked at Serana and Morgan, and they just smirked as though they were twins in every way. She shuddered at the instantaneous response and she just leaned against the massive chest of Farkas and smiled at Vilkas and Aela.
"So, when are you two going to get someone?"
Vilkas snorted.
"Never."
Aela just grinned at Lydia.
"When I find a man that can tame me, you will be the first to know."
Morgan grinned now, she couldn't help but say what was on her mind.
"You may be waiting a while then…mind you, I used to think that about Lydia as well."
"Bitch." Lydia grinned at her. She hadn't caught Morgan after the battle, and was eager to catch her one day…like when she was asleep or something.
"So…what is next for the Dragonborn and her lover?" Aela smirked at the two vampires.
"Well, I am eager to rip her clothes off again and…"
"I meant in Skyrim in general." Aela cut in, rolling her eyes…even though she approved of the no-nonsense way that Serana had spoken.
"We are going to make sure the Dawnguard don't get any ideas of attacking us anymore. Serana and I are going to their fort and ridding the Thalmor that are still there since Isran died. Then we can focus on Seranas insane father…oh, and there's the Stormcloaks to deal with." Morgan rallied off with her fingers and counting them off with every one she spoke about.
"Don't forget the occasional dragon, bandit, hag raven, necromancer…" Serana chipped in, smiling as Morgan wrapped her arms round her a little more tightly and kissed her throat gently.
"Some things never change…so you have enough to keep you out of trouble." Lydia laughed.
"Enough to keep me IN trouble more like." Morgan replied with a giggle.
"Can't argue with you there." Lydia smirked.
"Now who's the bitch?" Morgan said with her tongue stuck out.
Lydia just burst out laughing and the others joined in a moment later. She loved it when she could banter with them all as though they wouldn't have anything to worry about. But deep down, she knew that whatever Morgan was going to be doing, it would mean she would spend more time away from her and her friends. She prayed to Azura that she would be kept safe.
Morgan yawned as she woke up the next day. She smiled when she felt Seranas bare leg wrapped around her waist, her body snuggled close to hers. She leaned into Serana and sighed contentedly and stared at the ceiling. She and Serana would be leaving for Riften soon, and she wanted to take the peaceful moment while she had the chance.
This was one of the most peaceful moments she could ever recall. She smiled even more when Serana tightened her leg round her as though she knew that she wouldn't let her go just yet. She couldn't help but snigger at the thought…and that was what woke Serana up.
In Seranas mind, she just loved the feeling of having the slightly smaller Breton vampire curled up against her. It had been many centuries since she had last felt the comfort of another person…and that was when she had been human as well. But for the last thousand years or so (she still couldn't get her head around the fact that she had slept that long), she hadn't had any companionship with anyone. Her father and mother were paranoid and she felt more and more that they simply thought of her as a pawn to be used against the other.
But then Morgan had come along, and ever since they had met a few months ago, Serana had never felt as though she would ever be happier. Morgan understood her as though she were a sister that she had been born with, and she also had a way of knowing when she was anxious or worried about something…and she always made the thoughts vanish by simply listening to her and never judging her like many others would.
"Sorry for waking you."
Serana looked up before gently straddling the Dragonborn and leaning down to kiss her, smirking in the kiss as she felt Morgans arms run down her back and onto her legs.
"You're forgiven. Now shut up and kiss me."
Serana laughed as she was suddenly spun around so that she was on her back, and she giggled as Morgan straddled her now and pinned her hands to the bed with hers and kissed her throat and chin.
"As you wish." Morgan purred.
Serana sighed. There was no better way to start a new journey.
"So, you're off to save Skyrim in one way or another again huh?" Lydia said as she, Farkas and Aela stood there at the gates of Whiterun as Morgan and Serana walked over to them.
"Yes. I have to say, I thought the adventuring thing was something that I found exciting…but the chance to tell Aela how you managed to get four Nords to strip off for you that time in the…."
"Shut your arse." Lydia blushed…she hated that memory.
Morgan grinned as she embraced Lydia and kissed her cheek.
"The best thing about adventuring was having you with me." she whispered.
Lydia beamed at her and hugged her back and lifted her into the air and laughed. That was what she had always wanted to hear…someone telling her that they liked her company and not her fighting skills. She let Morgan down and the vampire Dragonborn grinned at her.
"I nearly wrapped my legs round you then, you gorgeous Nord."
Lydia blushed again and cursed.
Morgan grinned as she exchanged handshakes (with Aela) and a hug from Farkas. She knew that they were going to be gone for a while and that the Companions seemed to show their feelings openly, so she didn't mind when Aela suddenly gave Serana a kiss on the lips and smirked at her.
"Keep good care of this one Dragonborn."
Morgan grinned as Serana came over and wrapped her arm round her waist.
"I will… and Aela? Get a man…or woman. Maybe Vilkas?"
Aela went pink and Morgan sniggered. She KNEW it!
Farkas chuckled, even though Aela gave him a glare that would scare off a dragon in Morgans mind, and nodded to them both.
"Good luck." he said softly.
Morgan and Serana grinned at the same time again.
"Don't worry, you will see us again Farkas. See you soon." Morgan said before she started walking, Serana leaning against her with a large smile on her face.
They quickly made their way through the surrounding countryside and headed to the road that would take them to Riften. After their morning of lovemaking, they had readied and sharpened their weapons and made sure that they were supplied with potions and gold. They knew that they would be travelling for a while after going to Riften and Fort Dawnguard…for Serana had told her that morning what she really wanted.
3 hours before…
"You're serious aren't you?" Morgan said softly as she dressed, putting on her undergarments and looking back at Serana, who was also beginning to get dressed.
"I am. I know it's a rather large risk but…"
"No, I agree with you. Your father seems to be the biggest threat at the moment and we need to deal with everything that seems to be related to him. The vampire attacks in towns and drained corpses in the wilderness…" Morgan trailed off.
Serana nodded as she pulled on her armour.
"Yes. He's gone mad after years of putting hope on this prophecy of his." Serana muttered.
"So…we make sure the Dawnguard are no longer a threat to us…then we go after whatever your father is planning?"
"Yes. And Morgan? Thank you. I knew this would be a difficult choice for you…"
Her words were cut off as Morgan wrapped her arms round her and kissed her gently. Serana smiled as she kissed back and ran her hands along Morgans bare back.
"It wasn't a difficult choice for me Serana. Wherever you go, I will follow you. You cannot get away from me that easily."
Serana sniggered.
"Who said you could get away from me?" she purred as she threw Morgan onto the bed and straddled her like she had done a few hours before.
Morgan laughed as Serana took off what little clothing they both had.
She certainly has her priorities.
Present…
Morgan smiled as they started their journey to Riften. If any moment could beat the moment where she had visited Sovngarde itself, it was when Serana kissed and held her like a lover truly should. The memory of her departed husband didn't cross her mind this time…and it never would again now that her vampirism was the strongest it had been yet.
And only Serana knew that she would get even stronger and faster…she just wished she could find the time to tell Morgan this. But now wasn't the time. Serana just made a silent oath that she would always be there for the young vampire. And anyone that tried to harm her would end up dead. She swore on Molag Bals name himself that she would never be harmed.
