Prologue
Lord Harkon's ashes lay in a pile on the cold stone floor of Castle Volkihar. He was slain by the Dragonbone blade of Stefan, the Dragonborn. A hardy Breton warrior with long, shoulder length hair. Isran, the leader of the Dawn-guard entered the Cathedral. Stefan sheathed his sword. It would be rude to be armed when talking with an ally. He spotted the ashes on the floor, he approached the Dragonborn and Serana.
"It's over," he began. "He's dead, and the prophecy dies with him. I...I suppose this is difficult for you."
"I think my father died a long time ago," replied Serana, there was a tone of sadness in her sultry voice. "This was just...the end of something else. I did what needed to be done. Nothing more."
"I think perhaps...you did more than that," replied Isran. "You have my thanks."
He then turned to Stefan,
"So the beast is destroyed. Not only that, but Auriel's Bow is in safe hands. The Dawn-guard will be dedicated to safeguarding it, making sure the prophecy will never come to pass. You've served Skyrim well. Even with these vampires gone, the fight still isn't over. Once we're settled back at the fort, there will be more work to do. We'd be honoured to have you join us."
"I'll join you later," said Stefan in his thick Breton accent. "Me and Serana still have something to do."
"Very well, replied Isran. "I'll see you at Fort Dawn-guard."
He made his way out of the cathedral. Stefan looked around to see Serana kneeling at her father's ashes.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
Serana looked up at him, a small tear could be seen in the corner of her blood red eyes. He had always wondered of it was possible for vampires to cry, now it seems that mystery had been solved. The tear dropped from Serana's eye onto the ash pile. It hissed.
"I'm sorry Serana," he said apologetically.
She looked up at him.
"It had to be done,"she said simply.
He kneeled next to her, slowly he put his arm around her. Serana rested her head on his arm and they kneeled in silence over her fathers ashes. After a moment, she stood up. Her sudden movement knocked his arm off her shoulder and threw him off balance.
"I'm going to get my mother," she informed him.
"I'm going with you," he said automatically standing up and pulling a muscle in the process.
Serana turned and looked at him. He could see a watery smile growing on pretty face. Her blood red eyes glowed and he could see her fangs from underneath her shocking red lips.
"I'm glad you are here with me," she said gratefully. "I can always count on you."
She put her arms around him and hugged him. Lightly at first but then she pulled him a little tighter. He hugged her gently. His nose was level with her long jet black hair, The smell of blood and stone wafted up his nose. Was it odd to be attracted to such a smell? Despite the unusual smell, her hair had a silky quality to it. He could feel the silky strands touching his skin, the coldness of her body and the lack of heartbeat. Rapture.
After what felt like an eternity Serana released him. She smiled awkwardly and turned away quickly. Stefan stood rooted to the spot. Serana looked back at him.
"Coming?" she asked in her sultry voice.
"Soul Cairn," he said sheepishly. "Right."
He dragged his Nordic Armour clad figure to follow Serana. Serana lead him out of the cathedral. She pressed a pale white hand to her cheeks. Even though she couldn't show it, what she was feeling was embarrassment.