I knowwwwww, I am so sorry everyone! Its been rough, these past few weeks, and because of work-related issues, I haven't had any time to even type anything (probably because where I work, christmas time is VERY busy and my hours go up from 40 to 60+...anyway, I hope you like this chapter and thanks to everyone for your comments and even more importantly, your patience :) I hope to try and get more chapters done before christmas, but I am afraid I cannot promise you that...sorry! O-o XD


"I have been alive for thousands of years, and my teeth, talons and thu'um have dispatched any foe that has faced me. And not once have I ever been felled in combat, even with any of the dovah," Durnehviir announced with pride, his eyes fixed on Morgans with what Morgan thought as an appreciative gaze.

Morgan gave him a small nod. He had been a very tough dragon to face, and it was only because she had experience in fighting them, as well as having Serana and Valerica helping her, that had allowed her to prevail.

"And yet you managed this feat with relative ease," Durnehviir finished off his last sentence as Morgan turned her full attention to him once more. "I name you Qahnaarin. It means 'Vanquisher' in the mortal tongue."

Morgan smiled wider at his words. People would always be scared of dragons, but she had to admit that if you were lucky enough to kill one, some of them were actually impressed if you managed it, despite their prideful nature. And it seemed Durnehviir was one of those dragons.

"It wasn't that easy," Morgan responded quietly as she leaned against the pillar slightly for more comfort, "You were a very worthy opponent to face."

"Your words do me great honour. And it is an honour to tinvaak with one of the dov once more," Durnehviir replied.

"I am not a dragon though," Morgan pointed out.

"You may not have the wings of a dovah….but you have the soul and the strength of one…Dovahkiin."

Morgan blinked a few times before she talked, stunned that he had known who she was.

"How did you know?"

"The way you fight and use your thu'um. It was clear to me then who you were. Despite the blood of the nightwalkers that now fuel your body, you still cannot hide the soul that you share with that of the dov. And news of the defeat of Alduin in Sovngarde has reached even this realm of Oblivion, Dovahkiin."

"And I assume the Ideal Masters know of me?" Morgan asked him warily.

"Of course. Although I know as well that they will never gain your soul, no matter what happens to you when your undead life leaves your body…I sense you have been marked by someone else."

Morgan shivered at his words now. Ever since she had spoke to the Night Mother, she had felt as though she had been watched every time she took someones life in battle, and she had also felt the love that a mother would give a child as though she had done something pleasing.

"Maybe," Morgan conceded, changing the subject before her nerves got the best of her. "I have to ask though…how did you get trapped here? I mean every single dovah I have faced has always been a challenge…how did the Ideal Masters change you so?"

"Many years ago, the dovah were the supreme rulers of the skies. Most of the lands were held in territorial borders, and many fights between us ensued. But I was not one of those that thought bloodshed between us was a worthwhile cause, to ensure our reign was unchallenged yet fair to that of others."

"You looked for a different way," Morgan noted.

"Yes. While many of my brethren relied on their thu'um and natural strength in battle, I searched for a different way. One that involved the use of the forbidden art of magic that you know as 'Necromancy'. I wished to raise an army of the undead, an army that would never fear or retreat."

"So you turned to the Ideal Masters."

"I did. I asked for the undead that resided in their realms for my offer. In return, I was to guard the once known as 'Valerica' until the say she died."

"The Ideal Masters tricked you didn't they? They never told you that your charge was a vampire and therefore immortal to time."

Durnehviir nodded and Morgan sighed, feeling the fire inside her soul heating up once more, eager to taste blood of her foes. She took a few breaths to compose herself and walked calmly over to the undead dragon and gently petted his snout when he lowered his massive head to her level. She ignored the dripping flesh that dropped off his snout and smiled sadly at him.

"Can you ever leave this place now that Valerica is free?"

"I fear I have spent too much time here Dovahkiin. My soul has formed a bond with the Soul Cairn, and I fear that prolonged absence from this place will end my life eventually."

"I'm sorry…I wish I could do something more for you…."

"I do have a request Dovahkiin."

"Tell me what you need and I will see what I can do."

"It will be possible to bring me to Tamriel if you used your thu'um to call me there. Do this for me, and I will grant you the Words of Power required for the Shout 'Soul Tear'."

Morgan smiled. She loved learning new Shouts, and this one sounded very handy to know. And it wasn't like she had anything against necromancy anyway…her lover used it a lot after all.


"They are talking as though they know each other."

Serana smiled as the two vampires watched the Dragonborn from behind a stone pillar converse with the massive undead dragon that had been trying to kill them only ten minutes previously. Valerica was still trying to get her head wrapped around this strange new vampire until she heard the word 'Dovahkiin'.

Dragonborn.

She had heard many stories about them, and knew of their power and abilities to absorb the souls of dragons, but she had thought they had died out when the last of the Septim line had died around 200 years ago. Clearly, she had been mistaken.

"They recognise each other…and respect each other after a battle like that. It runs in their blood," Serana replied.

"Will she truly allow him to roam Tamriel like he wants to?"

"She always keeps her word mother. Just one more reason why I love her so."

Valerica remained silent as she watched. She wasn't sure about Morgan, but she found herself liking the woman more and more with every minute…and that scared her because she never trusted people so easily in the past. She would keep an eye on her…for her daughters sake.


"I can do that…although the question of how to call you when you will be here and how you will be able to come back to Tamriel is another matter," Morgan said with a raised eyebrow.

"It is simpler than you may think Dovahkiin. You may already be aware that the names of the dov are Words of power yes? It is a simple matter of calling my name…and I will come."

Morgan chuckled softly. She always laughed at the way that dragons spoke so confidently, as though nothing could go wrong. But they weren't exactly mortal and had the small doubts that most people have Morgan reminded herself.

"I will do this."

"I thank you Dovahkiin. Not only are you a worthy warrior and worthy of the title of Qahnaarin. But you are also sound of heart and worthy of my respect."

"Your words do me great honour Durnehviir. I will call you the moment I am back," Morgan promised with a smile.

Seranas arms wrapping around her waist felt comforting as Morgan allowed her lover to kiss the nape of her neck gently, her lips caressing her skin softly.

"Making new friends all the time aren't we?"

"Behave," Morgan laughed as she playfully batted Seranas hands away from her hips…she needed to stay focused in this accursed place…although she wouldn't hold back once she was out.

"Spoilsport," Serana mock-groused as she stood alongside Morgan while Valerica stood on the other.

"I hope to speak soon Dovahkiin," Durnehviir growled as they started to walk past the massive dragon, heading back to the portal that would lead them into more familiar surroundings.

"I gave you my word and I will keep it Durnehviir," Morgan promised once more, smiling wider as the dragon vanished into a plume of purple magic.

"We better get moving. Although the Ideal Masters cannot directly stop us, they will no doubt be irritated by your success and allowing Durnehviir the freedom he has always craved," Valerica warned them as they walked.

"Good point," Morgan agreed, ignoring the look of surprise on Valericas face, "The sooner we get back, the sooner we can stop Harkon. And also find out what those two troublemakers have been up to while we have been gone."

"I don't think they would have been up to much," Serana grinned.

Morgan snorted. Jordis and Aela were well suited for each other after all…


"Come on, get me off!"

Jordis bucked and wriggled, but Aela remained perched on her chest, her legs bracketing her ribs and her arms pinning her own down to the ground. She sighed and admitted defeat as Aela laughed, leaning down to kiss her lips gently.

"At least you know when you cannot win. It takes a great deal of bravery to admit that," Aela purred.

Jordis smiled…and then suddenly flipped Aela onto her back and straddled the slightly taller and muscular woman, smirking down at her.

"Fooled you! ARGHHHH!"

Aela was now on top again, and had pinned Jordis' arms under her legs. She roared with laughter as she playfully tweaked the other womans nose with her fingers.

"Nice try."

"Dammit."

Aela smiled as she leaned down to press her lips onto Jordis' before winking at her, slowly removing her top armour.

"You lasted longer than anyone else I have met…although none of them match your beauty and your ability in a fight."

Jordis blushed at the praise, her eyes fixed on Aela as she threw away her armour, leaving her top half exposed to the cold air that blew through the laboratory.

"They could come in any second you know," Jordis whispered as Aela leaned down to kiss her throat.

"Oh let them watch," Aela replied as her kisses went lower, a grin on her face as the younger woman below her gasped…


"Cannot wait to get out of here," Morgan muttered as they came within view of the portal.

"You would rather face a few dragons, bandits and maybe even a few werewolves?" Serana laughed.

"Yes…at least I can smell them," Morgan smirked back.

"I admit, it is rather dull here," Valerica found herself agreeing before closing her mouth quickly.

"See, even my mother hates it here…maybe the Ideal Masters should upgrade their home or something?" Serana grinned.

Morgan sighed with a small chuckle as she handed the spirit nearby with a horses skeletal head. She had found it in a small ruin as she and Serana had been coming back to meet with Valerica after they had killed the Keepers…and she had kept it, thinking it must have been important somehow. And when she had overheard a man yelling a name 'Arvak' over and over, she figured out that he had been calling for his horse for some reason.

So when this name suddenly yelped for joy and thanked her profusely, she smiled and shook her head when he offered her his horse…and somehow, she had ended up losing.

"Fine. I will look after him."

"Thank you stranger! At least he will be out of here…"

Then the spirit vanished.

"Huh…bye?" Morgan said as they started walking again, ignoring the sniggers that came from Serana.

"Let's get out of here," Serana said after a few moments silence.

Morgan nodded as she walked up the spiralling stone steps that led back to the world she knew about, not even looking back at the Soul Cairn. She hated the place and had no wish to come back to it again unless it was a dire emergency…and even then, she wouldn't be as curious as most people would be…after all, it was fucking boring.


"Home, sweet home", Serana joked as they walked back into the laboratory.

Morgan giggled and nudged Serana with her shoulder as they looked around, glad that there was no sign of battle or anything amiss.

Valerica gasped and the other two vampires spun around, looking at where Valerica was staring. Or rather, what she was staring at.

Aela and Jordis were making love on Valericas alchemy table on the far wall, the Companion riding the other woman while holding her hair in a vice grip. Morgan just beamed at the sight as Serana practically dragged her mother from the room, heading to the balcony. She winked at Aela as the werewolf gave her a small smile before walking towards the balcony.

She needed to call a friend. It was time they ended this.