Alright so this is late. A quick warning this story took a dark turn pretty fast actually. This was not the original plan. But it's mild torture. Umm that's why it's M now, and hints of adult themes and what not. Sorry this is late again I rewrote this a couple times soooo yeah enjoy. ;P

"Ves wake up. Come on girl!" A voice Ves hated more than life, said as she felt the sharp pain of being branded with iron.

Ves forced her eyes open blinking to clear away the sleep from her eyes. She had dreamed of the day she had caught up with him. Though flashbacks didn't matter in a hell like this. Not here in her prison, Fort Dawnguard.

Ves hung naked from the celling with her arms held up by thick cold chains. Everything hurt. From the cuts that she knew criss crossed up and done her body, the black grim coated with blood, the sting of infection, her left hand felt like it was ready to follow the path of its dislocated twin, and the smell of her own filth. But worse was the burning thirst in her throat. No this harsh reality was so different from the hunts of her dreams.

Her burning crimson eyes fell upon the devils spawn holding the red hot iron, Bastil. A man who had earned a painful death a hundred times over. A man who she would enjoy ripping apart, tearing her teeth into his throat and drinking from the cursed life source he taunted her with so stupidly careless.

Ves closed her eyes refusing to scream as he pressed the iron to her breasts, but as the hours passed she soon found herself screaming. And thus the day went on, as Ves had all kinds of treatment from the Bastil, the ceiling opening periodically allowing the cursed sun in burning her skin and drying her eyes. This was a hell Ves wouldn't even wish upon her father. Lord Harkon. Ves the bastard vampire princess of the cruelest man to ever walk free upon this world. Ves had been the daughter of a cattle women. A beautiful blond haired woman who had become Harkon's mistress in return for a pleasurable life and much later immortality. A union from which Ves had been born from, to the name of Valette.

Her earliest years were of being Harkon's greatest pride, even as a half vampire Ves was much more ruthless than her older half sister Seranna. It wasn't until much later that she was permitted to become a pureblood, at a price no one should ever have to pay. Of course none of this mattered now, everything Ves had ever been was gone now, and in its place was her new world. A hell birthed at the hands of ignorant Vampire Hunters with no idea of whom they held captive.

As night fell the questioners came, to a now much more delirious Ves, among them was Him, the person who Ves often found herself blaming all of this on. There were four of them, the redguard with a scar, a young red haired boy who often looked at her with pity when his elders weren't looking, Bastil a hateful bastard Orc whom had never seen the light of day base on his skin, and then him. A man who always held to the back of the group, forced his head away at the torture, and cringed at her screams. He was everything her to her in many ways, and once Ves would have loved to say he felt the same. Though that hope left her as he sat by and watched. He must know that he was on her shit list if Ves ever escaped.

Bastil walked over to a lever near the door of Ves's circular torture chamber, and lowered Ves to the floor. As the Redguard unlocked the her chains with a a shiny red key he muttered "damned waste of time" and then in a louder voice said "I think tonight will be our last time dealing with this vampire, we kill it tomorrow."

"Isran you dont get to make those kinds of calls yourself." He said. Making a point to not look at Ves as he unceremoniously lifted Ves by the arms causing her to whimper. "You still don't understand what you have been handed. She is no normal vampire, she has the key to the best way to fight this new kind of vampire."

Isran only scoffed as he walked to a table on far side of the room dismissing the red haired boy with a wave. As Isran gather the tools required for his questioning he finally looked down at Ves. His deep blue green eyes were filled with pity as he met Ves's lifeless crimson ones. But pity was all Ves could see not regret in the beautiful brunette nords face.

"His face is so very close. And if I could just reach up" was all Ves could think as she stared at his neck, and unconsciously licked her lips.

Ves buried her muzzled face into his shoulder to shield her eyes from the light of Fort Dawnguard as she was carried to Isran's private questioning room. It was pathetic in her eyes. If Ves hadn't lost so much blood she knew she could easily escape and kill of these stupid worthless humans. And she desperately wanted to.

When they finally reached the the flight of stairs to Isran's room Ves could feel the panic begin to build as she noticed that keeping her thoughts focused was getting harder than yesterday,her sighting was blackening in and out. All she wanted was the sleep she had not been granted in four days. And the lack of blood and sleep was stating to actually affect her. She desperately wanted to scream and cry, but crying tears of blood would only make her situation worse. And out of all the horrors Ves had ever caused, and as well as she knew she deserved death she refused to fall to these puny humans. Well almost all of then were humans except for him.

"Stop." Isran said which made Ves force herself to turn and look at him. They had reached his room and now the real challenge of the day would begin. First Isran entered with Bastil making enough noise to alert even the weakest vampire of the weakest bloodline that they were setting up the straps of Isran's special table crafted especially for a vampire. It had leather straps enchanted to release small bursts of fire to that special word "wrong". Which was humorous to Ves, because how would they ever know if she was telling the truth or not. Yet it was painful just the same.

When Isran finally called for him to bring her in, he set her down carefully, much more carefully than he would have if the other two were present, and held her face up. He examined the once beautiful face of Ves. Tilted her chin both way ways searching her face as debating to say something, yet finally deciding against it. A fact given away by his eyes hardening, and with a sigh said

"Just tell them"

"What Zane, how to kill me. No you wouldn't want me to have as easy a death as that." Ves said staring at his throat, she had long sense given up on trying to hide the thirst. Lifting he cuffed hands she continued "let's just get this ov-o-over wi-with." She finished staring to sway. Zane caught her with an annoyed sigh, and carelessly dragged her to the questioning table.

After they had strapped her in Ves noticed the smell. The idiots had rubbed garlic over the table. This caused the suicidal part of Ves to laugh. Garlic only clouded her sense of smell, not that it would matter in her weakened state. She couldn't stand let alone focus on the scent of the men around her.

The movement of Isran as he walked up to the table broke Ves from her caught her face and looked into her eyes with his cold cloudy blue ones. The reminded her of a blind man, which Isran was. Blinded by his hate of vampire to realize the horrors he was committing at this moment. Not that it mattered because Ves was a monster. One the worst ones at that.

"Who are you." Isran said slipping a knife to press sharply against her side. Ves closed her eyes focusing on forming the words

"A monster" She said truthfully.

"Wrong" Isran whispered digging the knife into Ves's side, as the straps released a horrible burst of heat that caused Ves to let the loudest scream she had that day.

"Who are you." Isran asked again. He of course knew her real name. This was just how Isran started every session. Well he at least knew she was called Ves. Only Zane knew her real name. Though why he had yet to share was a mystery.

"V-ES" She shrieked with only the volume of a whisper. And so the initial questions continued, and with each refusal the pain doubled until Ves no longer fought the pointless starters. These questions involved things about her family. Ves was only able to be vague. She only stated she was nobel, first names. Strangely Zane never spoke up about who she wasn't until Isran switched places with Bastil that more interesting ones started.

"Who was your sire?"

"The Lord Molag Bal." Ves answered with no hesitation, this was one truth she could share she knew they would not understand.

SLAP! "Who was your Sire!"

"The King of Rape." She said again and again until finally they grew frustrated enough that if they didn't stop they would have killed her. But with the amount of blood loss Ves had faced she had already been blacking out.

"Zane if we don't kill her now, she will just be continue to waste our time and resources." Isran said pulling out his sword.

"No there is one more way to get what you want. There is a reason I've had you starve her." Zane replied with his voice barely above a whisper. Which told Ves what he had planned. Years of being lovers had formed a bond between the two. In simpler words if she drank from him her thoughts would flow into his as his thoughts into hers. It was a ancient bond that could only happen between mates, and this is the place here left her to stay. This is where he would abuse it all for the information needed to kill her kind.

"You can't mean that you gonna let her...She's a bloody vampire! I will strike you where you both stand the second she infects you." Isran screamed motion for Bastil to ready his sword.

But Zane only smiled, and shook his head causing his hair to fall into his face, "But you forget I'm the expert on this one." As he spoke he was quickly unclasping Ves's restraints. "This won't affect me in anyway, but don't try this on your own."

As Zane lifted Ves carefully off the table, and when she was able to catch his eyes, they cold and hardened. He had truly made his final decision. As he sat down on the ground ignoring the angry order Isran was giving him, he pulled Ves close sitting her on his lap. Guiding her face to his neck he spoke directly to Ves. "Drink, and let this hell end."

As much as she didn't want to, the blood lust that had been building up surfaced, a fact not helped by whose blood was offered. And as Ves moved her lips to his pulse and licked it softly, making Zane stiffen, the sane part of her screamed not to give in. But the call of her hunger was something far too powerful for Ves to resist. So she sank her fangs forcefully into Zane's neck earning a grunt of pain. And with that sealed whatever fate he had planned for her.

At first all Ves noticed was the taste, the wonderful sweetness of it before she felt part of consciences sink in with his, and felt his into hers.

Years ago Ves could have easily shifted through Zane's thoughts, but in just a pathetic state all she could get was what was at the top of his conscience, the first time he left her.

[ Zane sat starring at the sleeping form of valette. Her smooth bare back only half way covered by a blanket. He had pulled her red blond hair over her shoulder so he could trace the frame of her fairy like face. And looking at such a familiar scene started to make him feel guilty.

They had only just been able to truly be together. But Zane just couldn't take life at castle Volkihar. He was as much a slave to her father Lord Harkon as Valette was. He was one of the only werewolves still serving, and he craved freedom as much as Valette's body. But each joining he could feel his nature telling him how wrong this was. Despite the sweet whispers Valette told him about being true mates despite nature, Zane knew the truth. He had real mate wolf or human it would not be Valette. She was half human now, but he could only guess when her true side would fully take over.

With one last look at her face Zane picked up the last of his cloths and silently left her room. The Halls of Castle Volkihar were nearly empty beside the few remaining wolf guards, and a few thralls. It was after all daylight. A time that almost made this castle seem beautiful with the sunlight falling through the ornate windows reflecting their sparkling designs on the opposite black stone walls. The windows told stories of Vallete's fathers life before becoming a vampire lord. Harkon's life as a human was almost slightly less bloody than his life now, slaughtering his people in order gain Molag Bal's approval. Each window showed different battles, key events. It was sickening how self absorbed the man was. It made Zane hate vampire more and more when he thought about it. Except for Valette. She was so innocent, so untainted. And he was leaving her alone with a man who allowed a Deadric Prince to rape his family.

But Zane couldn't feel bad, she was still one of them.

Continuing through the hall of Volkihar Zane nodded to various servants as he passed head held high and confident. He had already moved his things from his quarters into the families private port. Last night had been his final goodbyes to Valette. Sweet beautiful Valette.

When Zane reached the servants kitchen he was anxiousness fading as he realized how easy this would be, and he could get away from it, walking in met her. A tall Nord woman with raven black hair, a fair face, and crimson eyes. The Hight Lady Serana. "So Valette finally let you escape." Serana said staring up at Zane. It was funny Zane was giving a Valette a reason to hate the sister who had always treated her so coldly. Valette had always been so loving, and forgiving even at Serana's jealousy. But she had always loved her still, and here was Zane ruining it for her. But he knew it was unavoidable for his plan.

"Leaving, I'm performing my duties my lady." Zane replied not missing of beat. But he had never been good at lying.

"It not a bad thing, Father would have killed you if he ever found out. Besides you deserve freedom you all do." Serana stated. She had always been against her fathers love of slaves, and took glee in releasing them. Though Zane knew it was so she would feel better about her now damned soul. This attitude was not uncommon among these monsters. They faked a love for others to cope with the horrors they had become. Except Valette she was born into it, she had no guilt;she was genuine.

"I've especially felt horrid for allowing my dearest sister to use like a private whore." Serana finished bowing to him before setting a key upon the wash table, and left. Serana was at least always strait to the point. Waiting until the sound of her footsteps were far away Zane picked up the key and made his way to the one of the kitchens cupboards. Ignoring the rage that always appeared when he was called Valette's private whore, Zane slipped the key into a latch on the side. As he turned the a series of small clicks of gears turning, and then a final click as the cupboard began to move to the side, revealing an entrance to the sewers and to Zane's freedom. With one last look behind him, Zane shook his head at the thoughts of Valette that had begun to rise inside of him. And without looking back Zane left.

When he reached the docks, fog had already set into the interior hiding Zane's figure from any curious servants. Hurrying past boxes of supples from the last delivery he made his way to the figure of Hod.

Hod was the only vampire Khajitt vampire, Nord, high elf mix in he looked weird, his body was like that of another Nord, only he had a tail, claws, and various tufts of fur, His face was high elfs with a vampires eyes and ears covered in fur. But when he saw Zane walking towards he only smiled, and welcomed him aboard.]

And that's it for this chapter, if your confused ill be happy to address questions in the next chapter, Ves's past will be told in a series of flashbacks while the main story goes on. so this is a frame narrative. I'm also using all of Castle Volkihar, I think it is stupid that Harkon would leave half of it ruins. So the entire part of Zane's memories takes place in the huge ruins. Also what you guys think of Serana the ABOLITIONIST! Playing the game I always saw he as fitting that personality. Ummm yeah tell me whatcha think, and if ya got any cool characters you wanna add.