"I would like to see my mother," said Serana as they rode back to Falkreath that evening. She was clutching Stefan's waist tightly. The Amulet of Mara sat around Stefan's neck as they rode slowly on the deserted road. "I want to tell her our news."
Stefan looked back at her.
"Are you sure she will approve of you marrying a mortal like me?"he asked.
"After everything you have done for me," she said. "She has no reason to object."
She looked up at the evening sky.
"We could be a family again,"she said sighing in relief.
"Okay," he said. "We'll go North from Whiterun and ride through the night to get there."
"Aren't we going to stop for the night?" asked Serana.
"No," said Stefan. "That will take longer."
"But you will be tired Stefan," said Serana concerned. "It's a long journey, I don't want you to be too tired."
She caressed his waist lovingly.
"Furthermore," she continued batting her eyelashes at him. "I'd like to have some time alone with my future husband."
He looked back at her. She tilted her head to the side and fluttered her eyelashes at him. Her red eyes glowed and she was smiling mischievously, exposing her fangs.
"It will make it harder for the vampires to track us during daylight," he said. "Okay, let's stop."
He turned into Whiterun, parked his horse and they entered the city. Stefan opened the door to Breezehome. Lydia saw them enter. She stood up automatically.
"Thank you Lydia," he said.
"It's my honour my thane," she said. She looked at Serana and turned to leave the house.
The door closed and Serana threw her arms around Stefan. Their lips met and they kissed passionately.
"Do you think Valerica will approve of our eloping?" asked Stefan stroking her hair.
"I don't care," said Serana. "I've made my choice. She is just going to accept it."
She kissed him lovingly.
"I love you Stefan," she said softly. "I've waited thousands of years for you, nothing is going to separate us."
She hugged him tightly. He stroked her hair softly as she squeezed him as tightly as she could. He could feel her cold hands around his waist. A feeling that was surreal but one that he enjoyed.
"I'm sorry," said Serana looking up at him. "I can feel how warm you are, but I'm so cold."
Stefan looked into her eyes. He stroked her face and kissed her nose.
"It doesn't matter,"he said soothingly. "It just makes me want to hug you tighter."
She beamed at him and rested her head on his chest. He hugged her tightly, stroking her hair.
The next morning dawned bright and cold. Stefan awoke slowly, but he was alone. He sat up and looked around the bedroom.
"Serana?" he called looking around the room.
He saw her looking out of the open window. She looked over to him as he called her name. She beamed at him. She was fully dressed, wearing the armour he made for her and her Vampire boots.
He sighed and relief and watched her.
"I woke up early to watch the sunrise," she said. "It's beautiful."
She rested her head on her elbow and watched the sun slowly making its way up the mountain in the distance. Stefan got up and went to join her. He wrapped his arms around her waist. Serana placed her hands on his and caressed them softly. She then kissed his neck gently, she scratched his skin with her fangs. She then kissed him lovingly.
She turned so they were facing each other and they kissed lovingly. He ran his fingers through her hair and slowly down her back. He then kissed her neck, using his teeth to bite her neck softly. Serana made a small noise of pleasure and closed her eyes. He kissed her once again, deeply and passionately.
"Stefan," she whispered desperately. "Stefan."
"Yes my Serana?" asked Stefan.
"We have to go to Castle Volkihar," she said as he kissed her neck. "Mother is waiting for us."
He kissed her deeply once more and they paused their amorous activities. She kissed him again.
"Get dressed Dragonborn," she commanded. "We've got a long ride."
She turned to look at the view outside as he pulled on his armour. Once he was finished, she turned to look at him. She kissed him again.
"My handsome saviour," she said happily.
"My ravishing vampire," he replied.
He turned and made his way to the stairs. He descended them as Serana followed closely behind him. He reached across the table and pulled a goblet close to him. He took out a dagger and slid it across his skin. Serana watched him, with a pained expression on her face. Even though she knew he did this for her everyday, it was still something she found painful to see.
He filled the goblet and moved his uninjured hand across the wound. It healed instantly and he handed her the goblet. Serana took it and began to drink slowly.
As she was drinking, Stefan walked into the alchemy lab and picked up a small bottle of potion. He uncorked it and drank it in one. He then returned to Serana who drained the goblet. She placed it on the table and looked up at Stefan.
"Castle Volkihar," he said. "Come my Serana."
She beamed and made her way to the door. He arrived first and opened it for her. She walked through it out onto the Whiterun streets. He closed it behind him. Serana took his arm and he lead her to his waiting horse.