Well here is yet another chapter. A good song for this to listen with would be Raining by Art of Dying. It fits. And I thought of a theme for Ves Goodnight from Evanescence's e.p before they got famous. It's pretty good theme for her I think.

Btw I write listening to music and it tends to blend in with the mood of characters. So thats why I have character theme ideas. Because I wrote those characters listening to those songs. Also if you have seen Downtin Abby Serana is going to reflect Edith's character in a lot of ways. She just won't be on the same level of retardation. And I'll stop their with complaints of Edith before I rant.

And we are going to make Ves kind of the dragonborn, because she is very old and two don't usually exist at the same time. She is basically one because she has eated four of then over the years and gained their knowledge and power.

When Ves was somewhat sated, she felt a pull on her hair. Apparently Zane had decided she had had enough.

She felt her powers starting to return, though it would be a fairly slow process for the blood to fully circulate. Ignoring the blood dripping down her mouth, Ves starred at Zane. The memory was one she had seen before...but it had been so long since she had last seen it.

Blood memories where funny, they didn't usually play from the direct thoughts of a person (though they have before) instead they come from what's truly being pondered in their heart. What their biggest regret they are feeling, a moment they miss, or it shows an important decision.

To Ves, Zane's decision to leave had the biggest effect on both of their lives. 'If he had never left, most of this would have never happened.'

Sighing Ves sat there, still on Zane's lap, afraid that she would be killed if she tried to move. Now that she was a little nourished her senses were heightened to a abnormally perceptive human at most. Not even close to how Ves would have liked. But now being able to focus properly she could tell that Bastil had left, his scent only slightly lingering, odd for a Orc. Isran was behind Ves sword still drawn. Her best estimate was that she had been feeding only a few minutes. " Was that worth it Zane?" Isran sneered. From what Ves knew of Isran, he seemed to hate all the supernatural. He even seemed to disapprove of most magic unless he was fully certain that it was well grounded into the side of the "light". Which was something Ves had always found ironic, because no matter how good something looked in the wrong hands, or in some cases the right hands, even things of the so called light could be a weapon of some form of destruction. At least in reference to things connected to magicka. Magic that fell into the categroy of Alliteration tended to get a free pass in this area, even though at the end of the day the only real uses for these spells was to help you kill people, as is restoration. You heal to survive and kill another day.

Thats one useful thing father taught me.

"Yes I believe it has been useful, but I need time to sort the memories. I'm not a vampire so this type of thing...will take time for me to sort out." Zane said softly. The beautiful side effects of lost blood. "Go get Liam to put Ves back to her cell, I...need to lay down for bit." As Zane spoke he lifted Ves up off of his lap, and setting her on the table cuffing her hands together. Ves was still to weak to move on her own. The blood she had received was enough to clear her thoughts and senses. But that was it. And her thoughts were occupied with had what had just happened. He had used her bloodlust gather information, and was a fairly unmutual exchange. All Ves got was a worthless memory she already knew about. She didn't even know what Zane had gotten to see.

As Isran called for a servant to fetch Liam, Ves started to plan. Now that her mind was clearer, not as much as she would have liked it to be, she could think. It take a normal human about twelve hours fully comprehend anything, and that was fast for an unexperienced one. A werewolf was still partially human, and one unfamiliar with memory sharing in this way would take at least six hours to learn from it. A vampire would of course know instantly. Zane on the other hand was a bit of an exception. They had been lovers long before the beginning of the first empire. This had given Zane exceptional experience for one such as himself. So processing the information could take anytime between two to four hours. That small window of time is all Ves would have for a possible escape from death. Of course all of it depended on what Zane had seen.

Memory searching had always been a tricky business. It only worked with two people, any more would drive them crazy from the simultaneous flood of two people's memories. It could only be done by people very close to each other if the participants wanted something more than random surface thoughts. But even then no matter how deep the bond, only two vampires could ever hope to have any control over it. The more difference between the species the more difficult it became. A vampire and werewolf were as different as could be. This was the only comfort Ves had. But then again Zane has always been an exception to everything.

When the red haired boy who always helped with Ves's torture walked in, Ves realized for the first time that he had a name. Liam. He was a very young looking Breton, and looked more like a recruit. A theory proven right by the look of pity in his eyes when he saw her.

"Reporting in Sir Isran and Master Zane." He said respectfully bowing. He had this air of a street urchin, but there was something else. He had a smell Ves couldn't quite place. He wasn't mortal, but was...

"How many times have I told you this isn't the arm-" Isran started before Zane cut in.

"Take this monstrosity to her cell Liam." He said calmly. "Oh and give her a bath. I may need to repeat todays process, and would prefer her to be clean." And with that he left, with Isran at his heels.

He must be very weak in deed. Ves thought to herself.

Liam looked terrified to be alone in her presence. Which gave away that he was in fact very new to the order. Which Ves could easily work to her advantage.

Liam slowly approached her pulling a key ring from a purse on the side of his Dawnguard uniform. As he got closer Ves could tell he was shaking. He dropped the keys several times while unlocking Ves's cuffs from the table. When he had finally achieved success at it he ordered her stand up.

"Come on get up, I have to take you to your cell." He urged when she still sat there silently. "I don't have all day!" He tried again trying to sound authoritative. But to Ves it was hilarious.

Know it was futile to attempt to walk Ves stood up allowing herself to fall into Liam before finally telling him "I can't walk on my own. Please carry me." She said in soft voice trying her hardest to look the part of a young traumatized girl. He couldn't know enough about vampire to realize she was probably much older than she looked. And with Liam's blushing face, Ves's escape plan began as did the hunt for dinner.

Then off she was being carried by Liam who refused to even meet her gaze. Zane had never been bothered when carrying a naked Ves anywhere, he was used to that sight. But Zane was significantly older than Liam who can't have been more than seventeen. Which begged the question of why he was here in the first place, and out in charge of carrying her. It must have been a test to see if he could handle it. It also meant he would not be familiar with her ways of manipulation. Which made Ves look more forward to a bath than she had before.

"So what process did Master Zane use for me to have to uh..bath you." Liam said blushing had accidentally looked at her chest.

"He let me feed a little." Ves said honestly. If she could find a way to make Liam not see her as a monster two battle could be won in one go. The first would build trust, and the second she would win a old bet. "So I wouldn't die, but somehow it feels like he did something else." Ves continued sounding very far off and worried. She hoped her acting skills weren't too shabby.

"I'm sure it wasn't something you don't deserve!" Liam replied harshly, yet it sounded forced like he was convincing himself of that. Which Ves used to advantage by letting herself cry, and burning her face into his armor allowing her red tears to stain it.

While the rest of the walk down the endless stairs to the dungeon was silent, But Ves could tell Liam felt guilty. She allowed herself to continue to cry only losing very small amounts of blood lost and licking it from her cheeks every now and then to lessen the loss. It was risk to enter total starvation now that she had enough strength to access magic, but it would hopefully be worth it. Her plan seemed to work as Liam got more and more tense as they entered the dungeons main torture room currently occupied by another poor soul. A vampire whom Bastil seemed to be having fun with.

Laim continued to carry Ves past all the nightmare she knew would be inflicted onto her again, and into a side passage that lead to the cleaning room. The Dawngaurd kept a small amount of care with their prisoners, by not letting them die of infections. And dirt could easily allow those to fester. While they often got lazy with cleaning Ves, they sometimes had to be reminded through her nearly dying that she had to be somewhat taken care of.

The cleaning room was circular like every other room in the dungeon, it had a big pool of water that came from a nearby water source, and around it were several tables that contained both first aid supply's, and torture tools if you tried to fight back during a bath. It was a lesson Ves had learned well herself, and heard the screams of others who were taught the lesson as well.

Liam carefully out Ves into the very hot water, causing her he hiss as he set her down. To Liam it was probably freezing, but to a walking corpse like Ves it felt volcanic. Made worse if Isran decided to heat it to a "descent" temperature the bastard.

Liam grabbed soap off the table and basically threw it at Ves, who with cuffed hands watched it sink the bottom trying not to laugh. "My hands are cuffed and I can't move. I would appreciate assistance."

Zane's POV (yay new Zane's mind)

"I can't believe the risk you took. What if she had turned you!" Isran yelled red faced, looking as if he were ready to kill Zane. A fact of which Zane found immensely amusing,

"You talk as if she has control." He said, remembering the first time he had ever been able to realize that himself. "But that is not important enough to argue about. I got some information from the ordeal and that is what is important."

"Yes but the risk Zane. You knowingly infected yourself, even cure disease potions don't work on this new hybrid vampire." Isran yelled.

"Not true, Ive learned it only worked randomly. Thats what I learned from the memory" He lied. Zane knew very well he as a werewolf was immune, and truthfully had learned nothing of the memory. It was just a day in Ves's childhood. The day they first met. Closing his eyes Zane ignored Isran's continued yelling an let himself slip into a dream of little blond girl in a red dress. A time when Ves was as she appeared young and innocent.

Valette sat in her fathers garden allowing her mother Anetta to braid her rosy blond hair. Eight years old and already beautiful even by vampires standards.

It was a beautiful clear night with a full moon shining down into the garden. The light almost strong enough to make the moon dial worth something.

Valette hummed softly as she watched her fathers servants scurrying through the courtyard preparing for coming guests. Tonight Lord Harkon would be entertaining the current high king of Skyrim. And he needed the household to look as normal as possible. Because Harkon was young enough he could pass as an important part of the court for many years, and possibly gain power. According to her mother this would help to make their clan safer and stronger. Though Valette didn't understand why working with humans was so important.

"Momma, are you almost finished!" Valette exclaimed wiggling in her seat growing weary of having sat down so long.

Her mother only nodded. And when she finally finished the braids, Valette say the number one person she was looking for. Serana. Valette's elder sister stood starring up at the moon completely unaware of the people around her. With a small glee Valette took off running to hug her beloved sister.

Slamming into Serana, Valette smiled. Serana was usually gone or too busy talking with her mother Valerica. Valerica also seemed very angry and often more so if Valette and her mother were around.

"Valette, remember that talk we had about leaving me alone?" Serana said with a strained smile plastered to her face, fists curled up at her side. But this Valette was too young to understand. All Valette did was stare up and smile at her sister and hug her tighter.

No longer hiding her annoyance Serana raised her hand as if to strike Valette when a hand grabbed her. Furiously Serana looked for whom had dared such insolence and saw if was one of the wolf servants. A tall, lanky brunette.

Shaking his head Zane turned towards Isran. "I need time to rest and sort out the rest of the information I extracted today." Truthfully Zane was happy, he had been able to get three memories from Ves in her weakened state. And may need several days to fully comprehend a memory from a mind as complex as Ves's.

Ves sighed very contintly from her cot. She had been able to convince innocent little Liam that she was frail, and miss treated. Though his face was hard, she could tell that he felt very sorry from his eyes.

Sorry for another short chapter I'll try to make these a bit longer. Let me know if you have any questions or plot holes you would like addressed.

I really wanted this posted by Sunday.

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