A/N: And the second one for today, enjoy ;)

Chapter 13:

One and a half year later:

Early in the morning, Aurora stepped through the front door into Marcus house. By now it was summer again and the sun was rising early. Quickly she closed the door behind herself to not let the sun into the house.

In the recent months Aurora had traveled several times to the Imperial City and had searched in the great library of the Imperial University for other answers but had found frustratingly too little. The only new information she had on found was from a book that had been stored in a small closet and was easy to miss. From that book she had learned that she was not the only woman who had fallen as a victim to Molag Bal. They usually were called Daughters of Cold Harbor. The book also reported of the unusual sun resistance. The rest of it was filled with wild speculation about vampires in general.
Although she had considered it unhelpful, she had stolen it from the library and brought to Bruma.

In the last few weeks Aurora had got the feeling that Marcus didn't wanted her around anymore. He was cold and avoided to run unnecessarily often into her. She had the feeling he was up to something and didn't want her to know something about it.

She closed the door to her room behind herself and let fall her cloak to the ground. Aurora had spent the night out hunting outside the city walls. Despite the warm summer very few people had been seen in the open air. She had the feeling that the people knew something about vampires in the area, because everyone she met at night was armed and apparently prepared to use the weapons. In the last week, she didn't overwhelmed anybody without a fight.

A knock on the door snapped her out of her thoughts and she got up. When she opened, she saw that Marcus was standing in front of it. He looked friendly, as always. But his eyes sparkled in a way, Aurora couldn't describe.
She took a step to the side, to allow entrance to him.

"You are a Daughter of Cold Harbor," he said in his friendly voice.

Aurora hesitated for a moment.
How did he know? How could he know? She thought for a moment and then it flashed through her head. He must have found the book. What he had learned from it, he must have recognized in her abilities.

She said nothing but nodded to indicate that he was right.

"I'm sorry," he said.

What was he sorry about? That she was a vampire? What she had to endure during her turning? Aurora wished that he could talk straight away, just once. But to be honest, she didn't want to speak with him about it.
She turned off and sat down on her bed. Wearily, she began to lay down her weapons. She hoped that he would get the hint and leave.
She felt his presence still behind her in the room. Angrily, she wanted to turn around and make it clear, when suddenly strong hands closed around her neck and she choked.
Surprised, she tried to grab the attacker's arms with her hands, but couldn't reach them and grabed into thin air.
With the left air she had in her lungs, she called for Marcus.

The chuckle in her ear was telling her it was Marcus who attacked her.

The gentle mocking laughter let revive memories of Molag Bal. Almost Aurora could feel the freezing coldness and burning heat of Cold Harbor on her skin.

Suddenly she felt two sharp teeth pressing against her throat and penetrating her skin. Marcus hastily began to drink her blood with greedy sounds. Aurora knew she had to act quickly, otherwise she was dead. She could already feel her power fading. Luckily she had fed two people a few hours ago, otherwise she already would have lost consciousness.

With a targeted hit of her head she punched Marcus directly on the nose you felt him flinch.
His teeth were still sunk in her neck so that he tore a piece of her skin out from her throat, while he moved back with his head.
Aurora took a moment to refocus herself. After a few moments she took a defensive stance and waited for Marcus to attack.

When he stormed in her direction, her hand jumped forward and hit him directly on the sternum. With a thud, he flew back and through the wall of Aurora's room into the living area of the house.

She climbed through the hole in the wall and put her foot on his throat.

"Why?" She asked slowly.

"Can't you say? Your blood is powerful. I've taught you to always think of yourself first," he said in his usual polite voice.

"Did you really think you could defeat me?" Aurora asked, pushing harder with her food down on his neck.

"I still think so," he said and grabbed her foot at the ankle it with both hands.

With a sudden jerk, she lost her balance and fell hard on her back on to the floor. Suddenly Marcus was back on her stomach, trying to sink his teeth into her neck again. With her feet Aurora gave him a hard kick below the belt and with a loud cry of pain he flew on to the stove. His clothes caught fire and burned his skin.

Aurora took advantage of his distraction and circled his throat with her hands. She felt like the fire that burned him, began to penetrate her leather armor.

With a strong pressure of her hand she broke his neck. A quick movement of her hand later and his head flew out of the kitchen into the living area. His burning hair fast set the rest of the living area on fire.
Aurora had to make a split-second decision. Would she stay or flee?
She looked down at the burning corpse of Marcus and chose to flee. The guards would search the basement and find out what Marcus was. She was now more than a year in the city and it was known that she was with to the now dead vampire.

She quickly made her way through the flames in her room and began to pack her things. After less than a minute she walked out of the burning house and down to the west gate.

Luckily it was still early in the morning and the streets were empty, Aurora thought while she pulled her hood deeper into the forehead. Without problems she left the city and started to run on the road south.

After she had brought some distance between her and the city, she sat down in the shadow of a tree and started to think about where to go now.

She had been stupid enough to use her real name and would certainly been wanted soon all over the country. The people were very paranoid when it comes down to vampires. So she had to leave the Cyrodiil, but where? First of all the thought of High-Rock, she was a Breton after all, or her father had been one. But to get there, she would have to travel through Skyrim, even near Markarth and she wanted to avoid at all costs.

Morrowind would be perfect, she had visited there as a child. Although she knew she would be noticed as a human of the Dark Elves, but it seemed to still be the best option.

To enter the land of the Dunmer, she would have to travel to Cheydinhal and cross the boarder there. She wasn't sure how big the heartland was, but she estimated that it would take at least a week because she didn't want to take the risk of traveling during day.

Satisfied and tired Aurora leaned against the tree and closed her eyes. It didn't take long until she was asleep.

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