The same bull image had been printed on the pages of a book. The book was open in the middle of the table. The bull image printed in the book was the same as the one worn by the robed figures from Dead Man's Drink. Beside the page was a second page filled with a description about what was being depicted. The title at the top of the page read, 'Molag Bol.'

"That name sounds familiar," said Valeria looking up from the page.

"The Daedric Lord of Vampires," said Lilith.

"If that's the case then why don't we follow him?" asked Valeria.

"Mother's family used to," replied Lucinda. "Several years ago. She said that they have some kind of...ritual to grant you Vampirism."

Valeria looked at her sister.

"We didn't have one and we are still Vampires," she said.

"We were born as Vampires," said Lucinda. "We are special."

"But it doesn't matter if you are a born Vampire or a half breed," said Lilith. "All Vampires still must worship him and give in to his demands."

"What if we choose not to," asked Valeria.

"You don't get a choice," said Lilith. "Either you follow him or you lose your Vampirism."

"We are the daughters of the Vampire Lord of Skyrim," said Valeria at once. "We shouldn't have to bullied by a sadistic Daedric Lord."

"What do you suggest?" asked Lilith. "Stand up to him? Fight him?"

"It can't be that hard," said Valeria. "Father has killed several creatures more powerful than himself."

"You want to go to war with a God?" asked Lucinda. "You have ambition, I'll give you that."

"Plus your father is Dragonborn," said Lilith. "There's not much out there that can defeat him."

"Except perhaps Molag Bol," said a voice behind them.

The threesome turned around to see two robed figures standing in the doorway.

"So this is Lakeview manor," said the other figure. "How very mortal looking."

"Who are you?" asked Lucinda, her eyes narrowing. Betty kissed up to her legs, she smelled trouble.

"We come in the name of Molag Bol," said the first robed figure. "Valeria Volkihar has come of age. Our Lord requests a shrine in your dwelling to worship him."

"Does he?" asked Lucinda. "What if we refuse his request?"

"Don't be foolish little Vampire," he said. "No one has ever refused Molag Bol before. It is unwise to be the first."

"There's a first time for everything," said Lucinda defiantly. "We have no love for a sadistic rapist like him."

"Then you will die," said the robed figure. He raised his hands and blasted a wind of ice at them both. Instantly, the sisters raised wards to protect themselves. The ice skimmed over their wards and bathed the wall behind them in sheet ice.

Valeria raised her hand and charged lightning, she raised a second to intensify the bolt. She threw the lightning at the robed figures. The first figure leapt aside. His comrade was not so lucky. The lightning shot across his body. He glowed a bright blue as bolts shot up and down his body.

Betty leapt forwards, she transformed in mid air and landed on the robed figure. She landed on top of him and began to maul him.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" he cried as her teeth and claws made good with his flesh. He raised his arms to protect his face but she simply tore them apart. The second figure recovered from the lightning. He raised his hands. He ignited a fire ball. He doubled charged it with a second. They looked at each other. He threw the fire ball. Lucinda threw herself on the floor. Valeria cartwheeled aside. She grabbed a gold Elven shield. She raised it. The fire ball exploded, creating a sea of fire. It bounced off the shield shooting off in all directions.

The robed figure ducked as the fire bounded towards him. It sailed over his head, leaving a large, shiny burn mark where his head had been seconds before. Lilith drew her daggers. She sprinted to the robed figure. She raised her weapons. She slashed him twice on the arm. She opened two wounds on his right arm. Green blood spurted from the wound.

Lucinda sprinted to the weapon rack. She pulled out a Dwemer sword. She ran to the mauled figure. She raised the sword. She brought it down, slicing through his chest.

"Betty," called Lucinda. "Get him."

Betty turned and bounded to the remaining figure.

He conjured a large sword. Lilith slashed at him. He blocked her. Lucinda hit him in the face with her shield. He stumbled. She slashed at him. A long wound opened up on his back. He slashed the sword at her. She blocked. Valeria fired lightning at him. It struck him. He glowed blue as it shocked him.

He slashed at Lilith. She jumped back. Lucinda lunged at him. He dodged the sword and kicked her aside. Betty stood in front of him, hissing and exposing her large teeth that dripped with green blood from his comrade. Valeria shot lightning at him again. Lucinda slashed at him. She hit him in the face with her shield. She lunged her sword. It struck him in the chest. She ran it through him until it emerged from the other side.

He slumped. Lucinda slammed him against the wall. She raised her foot and pressed it against his chest as she pulled the sword out slowly. Her gold Dwemer sword dripped with thick green blood. The dead figure slumped against the wall before sliding into a heap on the floor. Lucinda and Valeria breathed heavily with adrenaline.

"I don't think Molag Bol is going to be pleased with you," said Lilith.

"I don't care," said Lucinda.

She placed her sword on the table and bend down to examine the corpse. Green blood, that's something she had never seen before. She stuck her finger into it. A large glob flowed onto it. She picked it up and ran it between the tips of her fingers. It had a thick, stick quality to it and smelled like death. A fragrance that was all too familiar, being a Vampire.

She then reached for the mask.

"Be careful," ordered Valeria.

Lucinda carefully took hold of the mask. She breathed heavily and pulled it off slowly. They gasped in unison. Whatever they were expecting, it wasn't this. The mask revealed a head that was human in shape but bovine in features. Orcish teeth protruded from the mouth, complete with a large bulbous nose housing a large bull ring. The eyes were large and completely black giving them a feeling of an endless, dark tunnel. The skin was a sickly shade of green with several boils and sores all over.

"No wonder he was wearing a mask," said Betty. "Who would want to be seen walking around like that."

They chuckled. Lucinda shook her head as she stood up.

"Did they come for you when you turned 20?" asked Lilith.

"No," said Lucinda. "This is the first time I've seen them."

"Molag Bol isn't the kind of person who takes refusal lightly," said Lilith. "You will be hearing from him again."

"It doesn't matter how many times he comes after us," said Lucinda. "We are not changing our minds."

"I admire your courage," said Lilith. "You are your mother's daughters through and through."

They smiled at the compliment.

"I'm going to find out more about this Molag Bol," said Valeria.

She turned on her heel and made her way upstairs.

"I'm going with her," said Lucinda. "Lilith, please travel to Castle Volkihar. Mother and Father will want to know about this."

Lilith nodded. Lucinda turned around and followed her sister upstairs.

A large, mist shrouded mountain towered over them. Vorstag and Ruby looked up at it. She looked over to Vorstag.

"You look nervous," she said.

"Impossible," he said. "I've seen things that would turn your hair white."

"Hold that thought," said Ruby quietly.

She lead him over to a wooden door. The very same she had used several days before. She pulled open the door and drew her sword. The sharp steel glinted in the sunlight.

"It's this way," she said.

He approached the door and drew his sword. Ruby stood aside to allow him to enter before her. The door closed with a snap as she followed him in. The closing of the door threw them into heavy darkness.

Ruby cast the candlelight spell, creating elongated shadows on the narrow corridor. He led her up the steep corridor. Out in front he heard something.

"Who's there?" he called.

There was no voice to reply, except a shuffling sound.

He raised his sword and walked slowly in the direction of the noise. Out of the darkness a spider emerged. It was ten feet tall with eight eyes glinting in the low light

Vorstag raised his sword. He lunged at the spider. The spider extended its fangs. He dodged them and thrust his sword into the spiders thorax. It shuddered and crumpled into a heap on the ground.

"I hate spiders," said Ruby looking down at it. "It must be the legs. Too many legs."

Vorstag looked over to her and sheathed his sword.

"Let's keep moving," he said.

He stepped over the corpse. Ruby followed, staying close behind him like a magnet. Up ahead a stone wall was coming into view. Inside this stone wall was an archway with a heavy oak door. He approached the door and tried the handle. It wouldn't budge.

"Locked," he said tugging at it.

"Here," said Ruby. "Let me."

She sheathed her sword. Vorstag stood aside as Ruby approached the door. She slipped a Bobby pin from the hem of her boot and slid it into the door.

She picked the lock carefully. In one the lock clicked and the door swung open.

"Problem solved," she said sweetly. "Let's go."

She allowed him to walk through first before following him into the stone structure. He lead her down a narrow corridor lined with stone. The corridor leaned left and stairs followed. They ascended the stairs. At the top torches could be seen burning and voices could be heard.

"Be careful here," said Vorstag.

He drew his sword and crept slowly up the stairs. Ruby followed close behind him, she however had not drawn her sword. He reached the top of the stairs.

"How do you want to do this?" asked Vorstag. "Quietly or with swords held high?"

He turned around to look at her. Ruby summoned a pile of white dust. She blew it over him.

"Quietly suits me," she said.

The dust showered him. He suddenly felt sleepy. Seconds later he fell to the floor in a heap, in a deep, dreamless sleep.