A huge mountain carved into the sky, surrounded by thick mist. The mountain was so tall that not even the birds would fly this high. Even if they could, they would be unable to see what they were flying into. Furthermore, there were no trees making it a desolate place. The mist rolled across the mountain, hiding the peak from view. The surrounding area was bathed in sunlight, but this mountain was dark and gloomy. Almost as if the sun was too scared to shine upon it. If it truly was scared, there would be a good reason.

A cold stone table carved with serpents and mysterious birds sat in the middle of a clearing. Thick black metal chains and restraints sat abandoned on the stone. Dark red stains could be seen on the stone and metal. The colour was chillingly like blood. In the distance a screaming could be heard. It was getting louder and louder. A blood curdling screech. Like that of a bat, but much more fear inducing. The scream came from a woman dressed in filthy rags. She was being levitated and magically bound by several tall, hooded creatures in long white robes. The robes dragged on the floor and hoods covered their heads.

They levitated the woman to the stone table. She screamed again as they lay her on the table. One the cloaked figures raised her hand. It protruded from the cuff of her robes and revealed a scaly, rotted hand. The manacles and chains clinked and fastened themselves around the woman. She screamed once more. Another hooded figure raised her hand. A gag magically appeared and covered her mouth, silencing her. The hooded figure conjured a dagger and raised it above the woman. She suspended it over the captive's heart.

"Sanguine ad sanguinem, corpore ad corpus. Ego tolle hoc vitae vis fieri unum," she muttered.

She plunged the dagger deep into the woman's heart. There was a burst of gold light. The gold light issued from the captive and streamed towards the dagger wielder. It changed from gold to black and flowed into her chest. She shimmered black and there was a rushing sound.

The shimmered ceased. The cloaked figures looked at her. She raised her hands and lowered her hood. Her hands had become normal, like that of a human. White with elegant fingers. She lowered her hood to reveal herself to have deep blue eyes, a rather beaky nose and long, blonde hair that flowed elegantly down her back and stopped just short of her waist. She inspected her hands and fingers before touching her face and hair.

"Sister," said one of the others. "You look just like a human."

The blonde woman beamed.

"Excellent!" she said.

Lucinda placed a wooden plate in front of Betty. Betty sniffed it and gave her a reproachful look. Lucinda looked down at her confused. She then looked at her sister.

"I don't think Betty likes steak," said Valeria observantly looking up from the letter she was reading.

"It seems so," said Lucinda. "Any suggestions?"

"Try fish genius!" called Betty looking up at her.

Valeria chuckled to herself.

"I'll do it," she said. "Wait here sister."

Valeria got up. She left the kitchen and walked out into the garden. She crossed the garden and approached the edge of the lake behind the manor. She glanced into the water, took aim and fired lightning. Lightning left her hands and struck the water. Two slaughterfish floated to the top.

Valeria summoned the fish towards her. She grabbed them and carried them back to the house. She entered the house and removed the steak from the plate, replacing it with the fish. Betty looked up at her and licked her lips. Valeria stroked her head as Betty tucked into her breakfast.

Valeria placed the bloody steak on another wooden plate.

"I'll have that if you don't want it," said Lucinda.

"If you wouldn't mind," said Valeria. "The smell is making me feel nauseated."

Lucinda picked up a large knife and two pronged fork. She began hacking away at the steak and placing a large chunk in her mouth. Valeria watched her chewing the steak. A dribble of blood flowed down from her mouth. Valeria pointed to it. Lucinda extended her tongue and licked it off her lily white skin. Valeria chuckled and returned to reading her letter. She took a swig of her blood potion.

Lucinda swallowed enormously.

"What are you reading there sister?" she asked curiously.

"It's a letter from the Jarl," replied Valeria flashing it to her. "To welcome us into Falkreath."

He handed it to Lucinda who read it between mouthfuls.

"Does he know we are Vampires?" asked Lucinda.

"To be honest," said Valeria. "I don't think he really cares. After all, we did save Skyrim from the werewolves."

Lucinda nodded as she handed back the letter and returned to her steak. Valeria finished her blood potion.

"I'll be in the garden if you need me," she said getting up. She stroked Betty once more. Betty purred in happiness and Valeria made her way into the garden. Lucinda looked down at Betty, who licked her lips and continued to devour her fish.

The blonde woman admired herself in the mirror. After several centuries of being a creature of hideousness, it was something to see herself as a gorgeous blonde. She shook her long curtain of hair, allowing it to billow in the artificial breeze she created She was dressed in the filthy rags from the human captive. Behind her stood a mannequin housing some ancient Nordic Armour. Slowly, she peeled off the armour from the mannequin and began to dress herself.

The armour, despite being armour was a little revealing. Although it covered the most important areas, chest and groin it left little to the imagination. The chest piece consisted of tight leather, drawn over the bust, held in place with steel clips embossed with sapphires. The shoulders featured steel shoulder pads for added protection. The leather chest piece ended with a miniskirt fixed in place with steel hip braces and a cod piece. Knee leather boots and leather gloves completed the ensemble.

She admired herself in the mirror in her new armour. She spotted a steel longsword on the opposite end of the room. She picked it up and inspected it. A cloaked figure entered the room. She swung the sword around, getting a feel for the weapon in her hand.

"Careful," said the cloaked figure. The voice was female. This was the only indication of her sex, as her whole body was covered.

The blonde woman lowered her sword and slid it into her scabbard fixed to her right thigh.

"If you are going to blend in you're going to need a name," said the cloaked woman.

The blonde woman pointed to the rubies melted into the hilt of her sword.

"Ah Ruby," said the cloaked woman. "Good choice."

The blonde woman nodded in understanding.

"What must I do?" asked Ruby.

"First, you must find us new pray," said the cloaked woman. "We cannot travel Skyrim like this."

Ruby nodded.

"Go to Markarth," instructed the cloaked woman. "Find some mortals. Bring them back to us, we will do the rest."

Ruby nodded. She turned to leave.

"Ruby," said the cloaked woman. Ruby turned to look at her. "Travel carefully. Those mortals can be dangerous."

Ruby nodded again. She clutched the hilt of her sword. The cloaked woman watched her leaving as Ruby walked past her, her blonde hair billowing.